A Short Story : The Story Of The Story

Her disappointment from not receiving the anticipated call from John had slowly morphed into anger overnight. Lacking sleep and an outlet for her anger, she rowed with her mother twice in the thirtyish minutes that their paths crossed while Rose dragged feet in getting ready for work that morning. She fumed over the arguments with her mother on the way to work planning comebacks to continue the disagreements later. She strode into the pharmacy wearing a dark upon her face.

Ally sat against the wall head tucked in her knees crying in despair.She always felt so unlistened to.She wondered why this certain tension just seemed to infiltrate her.Ally then wiped her tears as her mother called for help with groceries.As she walked down, she saw her dad already helping her mom.She still decided to help with the groceries anyways.She tried to avoid any eye contact as her eyes were still puffy from the tears that had swept down her face.However, it didn't seem to matter much considering the fact that her parents didn't glance anywhere near her direction.They were too busy conversing about the way her dad's day went.Mumbling under her breath she said "thanks for asking about my day, glad to know you're concerned''.Ally then

She went to her favorites, and stared at the three names in front of her. Alan, Mom, and Dad. She didn’t want to call her Dad, because she knew that he probably was with her stepmother. She thought about calling her Mom, but didn’t want to. The last time she spoke to her Mom, they had been in a huge fight. She knew she wanted to tell Alan to his face, but he probably was still working. Then, once more, she looked at her Dad’s name, and she knew who she wanted to talk

The story opens to a local park the kids are all in their own little world hanging out with each other. Kameron is not at the park he is working since it’s only him and Kory.

Click. Click. The sound of a car door locking outside. Malaya ran to the window. A police car parked out front. She grabbed her book The Fault in our Stars and pretended to read, with the words popping out like a jack and the box. Oh no. Please not again!

“HURRY UP!” I yelled across the street at Diana as she’s running down the street, barefoot, while I wait for her on the other side of road. We’re going off to the local supermarket to purchase the ingredients needed to make pumpkin bread.

An orphaned young writer finds himself locked up for stealing which he had committed more than once , that last attempt to stop it got him into trouble . It was supposed to be his last , to enable him pay for his girlfriend's birthday. His elder brothers had left him all alone and he fobade ever visiting His uncle whom he blam$ed for his parents death.

Instead, she stood up and faced her mother. She felt a vicious battle inside of her. Her darkest secret slipping from her burning eyes bursting through her veins and clenched in every muscle. She looked at that woman who had given her life, that woman that now stood five steps away looking at her both like a stranger and a long known enemy. They both looked at each other's eyes screaming hate and violence both ready. She knew her mother was not ok and she knew better but she could not help herself anymore.

I noise wakes me up and I see the thief. The person who had been stealing our food. It is Mr. Van Daan. I should’ve known that it was him. He such a greedy selfish man. It couldn’t have been anyone else. My immediate thought is to get Otto so he can see the thief for himself. So I start to scream for him. “Otto! Otto! Come quick!” I scream. I wake up the whole annex, which is completely fine with me. All of them should see that Mr. Van Daan has been the thief all along. Otto comes in, asking, “What’s the matter? What is it?” “He steals food!” I reply. Mr. Dussel starts grabbing at Mr. Van Daan, calling him a dirty thief and a good-for-nothing. Mrs. Van Daan come in completely confused. I can’t believe she had no idea that her own husband was stealing food! I am completely outraged. I don’t even want to look at the Van Daan couple right now. Peter is an angel, and him and Anne are really close, but I can’t even begin to say how angry I am at his father for stealing food. “Mr. Van Daan, how could you!” Otto says. I can see the fire in his eyes. It’s the same fire that I had in mine. “I’m hungry.” Mr. Van Daan replies. After that I completely explode. I can’t take it anymore. “We’re all of us hungry! I see the children getting thinner and thinner! Your own son Peter… I’ve heard him moan in his sleep he’s so hungry! And you come in the night and steal food that should be going to them… to the children.” I yell. Mrs. Van Daan rushes over to her husband. “ He needs more food

About ten years ago in our town of Hampton, there was a disappearance of a girl named Amy. The last time she was seen was her room as she was going to bed. The next morning, she was gone. All police could find of her was a small note written by someone else that said “the caves”. After a thorough investigation that lasted several months, the police gave up. It appeared that the mystery would never be solved. But (intro) It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs,”it’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came down to pick the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. As I opened the door, Jackie was very eager to explain to me what she found. Her dad worked at the police station, and when he was driving her car to be fixed, he had to stop at the police station for something. She came in with him, and as they were on the way out, she saw a police file poking out that she said could lead to what happened to Amy. Jackie was a close friend of mine since elementary school, and was always a curious, friendly, sometimes reckless person. She

“ Alright today's the day were going on goliath” My dad said.I was really scared because at the time I never rode a rollercoaster with a huge drop. The drop was at a 90° angle and there was a bunch of loops in it. When My dad and I got into the line he asked me what row I wanted to go in. I told him “Not the back, and Not the Front, so let's go in the middle.” Of course he didn't listen to me and we went in the front row. I still told him no but we did it anyways. When we got into the front seat there was no handles in the front there was just one on the side of our seat for each person. The front of the cart was pretty far away so it felt like nothing was in front of us. Once I was buckled in my dad said to me, “What pose should we do for the picture?” We picked a pose but i'm not really sure what it was. Then the person who ran the ride asked all of us if we were ready, and we all shouted,Yes!. Then the cart started moving. I was kind of scared but also really excited. When we started heading to the top I put my hands up and was ready for the drop. When we got all the way to the top the cart stopped and I told my dad, “Are we Stuck?” Then right when he was about to answer the cart went down at a 90° angle the roller coaster went around and around and when the picture came we did a pose and It was really successful there was more loops and the cart went underground for a little bit. Then the cart slowed down I was sad because the ride was so fun. I told my dad, “I want to

It was only as Barry was slowing down to walking speed before entering the house that he realized he didn’t think about what he was going to say. That he was sorry? That everything was his fault? He needed to say it, but it wasn’t exactly going to make things any better. Looking down at the red costume he was wearing, he felt disgusted with himself and he just couldn't help but feel the urge to just rip the fabric on his skin. After all, he long lost the right to look like a hero; heroes don’t steal and kill people and they especially do not hurt their friends. Barry wasn’t the Flash anymore, he was an impostor.

It was a nice October day and Bertha and her family were out on a hike in the woods when suddenly, SQUISH! Bertha heard a bug crush underneath her foot. “Eww,” she stated in disgust, “I just stepped on a spider!” Bertha desperately tried to get the spider guts off of her shoe as her dad said, “You should have watched where you were walking sweetie! That spider could have a family that it was trying to get back to!” Berthas dad had a thing about not killing bugs because he claims that what goes around comes around, but Bertha thought it was silly since they were just meaningless bugs. “Yeah okay,” Bertha sighed. So Bertha, her mom, her dad, and her sister Delaney all continued their hike but Bertha kept on killing the small bugs that would land on her arms.

"Will the both of you stop?" their mom said as she cleaned up the kitchen. Rin rolled her eyes and got up from the table. "I'm heading to school. See ya." She walked briskly to the door. The sooner she got to school, the sooner she'd be able to block out her idiot brother. "Hey wai-" Len didn't get to finish. "Bitch." He grumbled.

“ Hey Dad”, Karsyn yelled from her room that was two up from her dad. Her dad rushed to her room thinking something was wrong, because well karsyn never used the right tone. “What’s wrong”, her dad said, still being half asleep. “ Nothing, I know it’s late, but...um… can we talk?” said karsyn after assuring her dad that she was really fine and trying not to awake maddi and aliyah laying in the other bed. “Um, yes dear, but let’s go to my room so we don’t disturb your sisters, we all know that they need their sleep”, her dad whispered trying not to