A Story In Short Story

Austin felt his stomach turning end over end as he propped dumb ol’ Judd on his horse. By the time he got the even dumber brother Obadiah on his horse, he was hurling last night’s meal. Jess walked up to Austin and offered him a cup of hot coffee. Austin said, “Thanks, Jess. I needed this.” “I know boy. I think we’d best wait a few minutes before we hit the trail. You look greener than the high mountain grass where the cattle graze.” Chuckled Jess, trying to lighten things up. Austin just shook his head as he laid it back down between his legs. “Funny, Jess. Real, funny!” “I know! That’s what makes it even funnier! It ain’t me offeren’ up my last nights vittles to the buzzards. I just hope you finish before they figure you to be a tasty morsel.” Jess was laughing as he walked over and saddled up Austin’s horse. He’d already made plans on how to maneuver the dead men and their horses along with their own down the dangerous trail. With this much coverage, surely they could come through almost any trouble without too much harm. Once Jess double checked everything and secured everyone; he hollered, “Let’s move em’ out boy.” Jess and Austin walked side by side on the wide parts of the trail. Austin felt safe in the middle of the dead men and their horses. Looking over at Jess, he said, “Jess, I’ve been thinken’. Back at the campsite this mornen,’ these fella’s made me mighty sick for meeting them. Now, I feel real good about them riden’ along with us. In fact, I’m grateful their concerned about our well being. Who would have thought the Wilson boys would be for protecten’ someone other than themselves?” Jess began to roar with laughter saying, "Now your a thinken' right." Austin loved his laugh. It came deep from within and was so contagious anyone would have to laugh along. Jess reminded Austin that it was a time to laugh. So hoot all you want. We might not get the chance again.” Moving on down the trail, Austin spoke to Jess about killing. Jess wasn’t comfortable about the subject but shared his knowledge with him as he saw fit. “Killen. No good comes of it. No matter the situation, it’s no good. Someone always dies and someone has to live with it. Ya see, killen’ is an evil

“Here,” Dean left his stoves and knelt down beside her. “I can’t let you clean up my mess.”

Victoria lay in the hospital bed and tried to keep the memories from flooding back. The demon was gone, along with its summoner who was killed in the attacks. She felt an immense weight lifted off her. She was alive, against all odds. Because of Lorna, of all people. She’s put a stop the demon. As to why she was there in the first place was a mystery.

The tip of the fluffy, light brown tail disappeared around the corner. I gave chase. My paws pounded on the hard ground, scattering pebbles, and the wind ruffling my fur made me feel like I was flying. I was gaining on it. If I could reach it before he reached the grove of trees…

The bleak, white landscape appeared to continue on forever as Ada trudged up the mountain side. She had heard the gunshots pierce through the icy air and immediately began running towards their origin.

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer three teenage girls went missing in the quiet town of Maysville. This was the uttermost significant news the town ever received since a small-scale fire in 1978. This news had the whole town wondering who would make a decision like this. There were no unusual suspects that would do such an occurrence like this. The parents had every police officer and sheriff looking for their children.

In the beginning, there was only darkness. For many years this darkness remained. There were no stars, no sun, and no earth. But one day something very special happened. The sun and a star were made. The Sun was called by the name of Fred and the star was referred to as Jacky. Fred and Jacky loved the space they had together for millions of years but this love did not last. Jacky became lonely and wished to find more stars like her. Fred was devastated to see her in so much distress. So he gave a strand of his sunlight to Jacky. Jacky was very thankful that Fred had done this. The strand of light Fred gave to jacky made thousands of stars. Both Jacky and Fred were very happy once again. Fred and Jacky started to drift apart. This upset Fred because he didn't have any other friends. Jacky didn't notice because she was too busy hanging out with her new friends. Fred became depressed and started to lose his light. One day a huge meteor came from out of nowhere. This huge meteor was named Terra. Terra was an oddball because she was very plain and was not as beautiful as the stars. The stars rejected Terra. Terra was really sad for a long time. Until one day she bumped into the sun. The sun had seen nothing like Terra in his life and he thought she was the most beautiful thing in the whole universe. Terra and Fred became really close friends and they both started to fall in love. Fred asked Terra if she would marry him. They had a love that filled the universe with light. Terra and Fred decided they wanted to have kids. Their plan for children brought them a big surprise. They had octuplets planets. These planets were much smaller than the stars and they worshipped their parents and revolved their life around their dad. Terra and Fred waited three more months until they had their ninth planet. This planet they named Earth and she was special. The other planets became jealous because the parents treated her with more delicacy and showered her with more love. Earth was bullied for a long time by her siblings. The Earth started to become extremely wary of her life and felt all alone. Fred and Terra decided they should help and gave her a friend. This new friend named Moon would become her eternal

Muffled sounds of shouts and bangs on furniture can be heard in the room at the end of the dimly lit hallway that is lined with bright photos of the same smiling family. A man swings open the door, turned back to a woman cowering away from him and shouted something that was clear in sound, but it didn’t sound like English in Harvey’s head. The man slammed the door, causing one of the frames to come loose from it’s perfectly hammered-in nail and crash on the clean wooden floor.

“Nico!” Joe called out. It was getting pretty close to midnight and the boy was nowhere to be found.

It was a dark gloomy day. I could hear the rain hitting the window panes. Roger invited me to his house to collect a letter. Something about the house made me feel very uneasy. I noticed a lot of hidden imperfections. There were cracks in the walls and on the floor. It make me feel unsafe. I tried to ignore the eeriness of the house and focus on the letter. I took the letter out of the envelope and began to read it to Roger. As I was reading it out loud I noticed that Roger was not attentive. His eyes were wandering into space. “Roger!”, I said. “Are you even listening?” Right as I said that Roger collapsed to the floor. I ran over to him. I shook him hoping he would wake up but he didn't. I called Madeline over. “Your brother randomly collapsed to the floor. I have no idea what is wrong with him.” “I haven’t being feeling the best lately. I hope he doesn't have catalepsy like I. It is irreversible with no cure. ”, said Madeline. I knew it wasn't a heart catalepsy. It had to have been something much worse. I think he was possessed by an evil spirit. House gave me such an uneasy feeling because it was haunted. Madeline and I tried everything we could think of to try to wake Roger up. We tried performing CPR on him. I was blowing air into his mouth has Madeline was pumping his chest. I was blowing so much air into his mouth that I almost lost my own breath. Just as I gave him his last and final breath before giving up he vomited into my mouth. It was absolutely vile. I was so

I woke up to my alarm clock playing a random song from my playlist, like it does on any typical school morning. Just like any other typical school morning, I hit the snooze button four or five times before my Mom has to come and drag me out of bed. Her way of waking me up is turning on my desk lamp so that it shines right in my face. I get up, dragging half of my blankets along draped over my back. I slip on my fuzzy slippers and slowing stomp down the stairs.

Even before Mary Lennox even arrives at her new home, she finds herself resenting it. But what else could she do? The young girl had never experienced love or excitement. Medlock, trying to pass the time, asks her if she has a favorite story. With her arms folded across her chest, and her face scrunched to show wrinkles, Mary retorts to the Medlock, “My mother didn’t have the time to tell me stories.” The Medlock, she is surprised, but simply shakes her head and remains silent for the rest of the journey. Mary had come from India, where she lived with her neglectful parent until they tragically died in an earthquake. Mary is so emotionally damaged that she said “I was angry. I never cried. I didn’t know how to cry.” When her parents died, rumors spread that she did not show remorse. People called her odd. At the manor, Mary quickly gives herself the reputation of being a spoiled girl, as shown when she commanded Martha to dress her, and then called her unintelligent when Martha was trying to make a joke about Mary’s wardrobe colors, which happened to be black. Mary is upset, but Martha ends up introducing her to her younger brother Dickon, who becomes her first friend. Mary goes outside and finds a garden, and an old man. He asks her why she is here, and she replies and says, “Where’s the door?” Mary wants to find the key to the garden, as she is intrigued by it. The old man(his name is Ben) tells her that, “No one’s been inside that place for ten years,” referencing to the

Sit back, grab a bowl of popcorn, and get ready for what’s about to happen next. The initials A.S. will stick in my mind for the rest of my life. A.S. was a boy. He was a very important boy as matter of fact, or at least during my junior year of high school I thought he was important. But, to what extent is someone else’s importance greater than your own? Here I will explain to you a story of the boy who stole my self-worth and helped me gain it back. It begins in the end of December of the year 2016. Rumors of a new kid at school rung in my ears like church bells on a sunday morning (I don’t attend church but that’s besides the point). “He’s so hot” “I wonder what grade he’s in” all that fun mumbo jumbo. I’m not going to lie this is not a story of love at first sight because when I saw him, I did not see what all the hype was about. He was tall, so very tall, 6’1 to be exact. His eyes were some sort of a blue green, the kind of blue green that makes you sea sick just by looking at them. He had this stupid long light brown hair that felt like a cloud of everything I ever desired when I ran my fingers through it. I prefer not use his name but so begins the story of “the boy”.

Who is my family? Where are they? Why did they leave me here? Why am I here? Does my fami-

My husband ran into our small house in Sonora with this look of excitement that made me wonder what has given my husband such a big smile on his face. I ask him, “Joaquin what is it what is going on?” He told me in that giddy boyish voice that I loved so much, “There is GOLD up in Alta California.” I gave him a confused look thinking “What did that have to with us.” As my confused look stayed and the seconds passed he grabbed my hands and said, “This is our chance to leave Sonora and for me to finally be able to give you a bigger home if I am able to get my hands on some gold.” Still fathomed by the idea I tell him “but our family is here in Sonora.” He laughs and goes on to say that but our dreams can be in California and if anything our family will always be here. I sighed and he jumped knowing full well that I was going to cave and tell him yes. I could never resist when he was like this. My crazy husband had a dream and as his wife it was my job to support him. We packed up some food and water along with some clothes in our little suitcase. I wish I could say we set off with dreams filling our heads and hopes on the horizon, but we had some road blocks before we were able to leave. Eventually we left heading to find my brother-in-law in San Francisco. It being my first time in San Francisco but my husbands second so he began to be amazed in how it had changed from his first visit to San Francisco. He was excited to see what these Americans have transformed the society.