A Story Of A Short Story

This is a true story about two heroes. This story takes place during the summer of 2009. A family was spending the 4th of July weekend at the lake in Central Minnesota. The first hero’s name was Tatum. He and his step-sister, Bailey, were the first two on the tube. We made several laps around the lake until he saw another boat heading directly for them. Tatum was on the side closest to the oncoming boat. All he could think to do was to get bailey off the tube before it hit them. He pushed her off the back of the tube just as the boat rammed into his right side. The sound was an awful, loud thud as the boat drove over the tube without even slowing down.

"It's over Dahlia," Daxton got up from the cold ground. They felt their way back out of the maze watching the door that led to the hallway. The door had a window and it was the goal as of now.

Dark stormy clouds threatened the night sky as she snuck through the lit city. Meredith would not miss her, as she was asleep. Nothing but pure stubbornness drove Sarah into the biting windy storm. Pelting relentlessly, snow clouded her vision relentlessly as the blizzard began. Fear crept into her little heart as she realized she really was alone. Darkness surrounded her, no friend appeared in the snowy surroundings.

When the first rays of dawn streaked through her window, Anna woke in a cold swat. Her heart pounded within her chest like she had just stirred from a nightmare. She gasped for breath and gawked out the window. Within moments, her fears faded and any memories she had of her dreams passed.

“Yes, sir,” he said and took off toward the elevator. We waited and waited, and I worried that no matter what, we were going to die.

The house remained dark and the storm seemed to just keep getting worst by the minute. Ellie listened to the rain hammer down onto the tin roof like millions of gun shots. Upstairs Ellie could hear a door opening and closing, making a slam noise every time it shut. Ellie creeped up the tall oak stairs. Trying to be as dainty and quiet as a mouse. Ellie could feel her stomach-turning upside down. Ellie kept telling herself everything was fine, it was just the wind. The noise of the door continued. Ellie reached to top of the stairs. Walked over to her bedroom, where the door was aggressively slamming.

She was so hungry she could eat a whole cow, but she had to focus on doing a good job in her class. There were at least ten other horses in the arena so Lexie walked around on the horse and she felt a rain drop. She looked over at the west and saw the dark thunder clouds start to roll in. She started to get nervous cause she knew that lightning and horseshoes don't mix well. Squealy started to get antsy cause she felt the energy off of Lexie and she knew something was wrong. All of the sudden Lexie saw a sheet of rain come across the field. As quickly and safely as she could she got off Squealy, grabbed the reins, and ran to the trailer. Luckily the back of the trailer was open so Lexie ran in there and Squealy followed. As soon as Squealy was tied up, she shook her body trying to get all the rain off of her body. Lexie quickly grabbed the saddle, bridle and girth and ran out of the trailer and ran blindly to the dressing room door. Thunder boomed loudly and the rain came down as hard as it could. Lexie whipped opened the door and jumped into the small room to find Cynthia sitting on the floor. " You know how bad this is," she shouted over the sound of the rain and the

Sitting through the storm had been a grueling and nerve-racking night. The power was out, ultimately forcing me to focus on my surroundings. The shutters placed on the windows made the house feel dull and slightly eerie. The whistling of the wind sent shivers down my spine, and rose goosebumps along my arms and legs. I was unable to sleep from the music of the storm. The floor was freezing against my bare feet. The only warmth that entered my body was the blanket that had been draped across my shoulders.

The weather man seemed to scare me to the point of no return. I quickly grasped Madeline’s arm and brought her to her bed and laid her down. I reached over to my bed and grabbed my comforter and situated it around her body. Her eyes were still wide like she had seen something frightening. I dimmed the lights and turned the volume on the television up a little louder. I got into my bed and pulled my sheets up. The darkness had gotten to me, it felt like midnight but it was only one in the afternoon. I was so tired. Slowly drifting off, my eyes sealed shut and I fell deep into sleep.

“Yes, sir,” he said and took off toward the elevator. We waited and waited, and I worried that no matter what, we were going to die.

The skies rumbling overhead drew her eyes upward- the skies darkened angrily and lightning bolted out of the clouds and streaked toward her. Just before the bolt of lightning reached her, she woke. When she opened her eyes, the darkness of her bedroom greeted her. She felt around on the bed looking for the baby; instead, she felt another body

“Sarah and Maddy lay still,” their head on the pillow and faces looking at me as I read their bedtime story. Sound asleep, we slept like babies, but who could ever imagine what would happen the next day? The next morning my family and I awoke to the news, our schools were canceled due to a flash flood warning. The rain gushed from above like it wanted to turn the valley into a river and the mountains into an island. It was non-stop two to three inches an hour.

The sky turned a blackish grayish with a purple tint. Everyone went into their homes because they expected a storm. Alice and Zach, a young couple that lived on a hill near town heard about the warning but didn’t know too much about it. They preferred to stay away from town because of the king and Alice’s mother died when she was young and had to be raised by a mean family. Just to be safe they closed all their windows and doors and went to the highest floor of their

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.

When the clock struck 2:00, Herthe and the boy were walking away from the school and to their next destination. Unsurprisingly, the boy grew hungry, and Herthe decided that it was best to eat at a restaurant. Doing so, they would be able to bring leftovers home. Her phone made a “ding-ding” sound, indicating a text message. Herthe pulled her phone out of her pocket and found that Vivian sent her a message.