A Story Of A Short Story

My shuffled jog catches on the roots of a tree and I’m hurled through the air. Sharply landing in a small clearing, I see William sitting and drinking from his canteen in a innocent state of bliss. Does he realize we’re lost? No one will miss us, I don’t suspect father even knew we were coming. I get up and strenuously crawl over to him, my muscles tight and aching. Silently he hands me the bottle, and I gulp down the remnants of our water. Tired and hungry we sit for few minutes before continuing on. We don’t know where we’re going or factly where are; but, we can hear the clouds tumbling in and anywhere becomes better than

The door shut behind him and Georgaina walked down the steep, grassy hill. She was near the bottom when a pain, familiar to her, ripped through her abdomen like a dull, serrated knife. She collapsed, gasping for breath and clutching her stomach. Slowly, after what felt to her like hours, the pain went from a sharp knife to a dull ache. Tears had filled her eyes and she blinked them back as she stood cautiously, not trusting her own legs. She took a deep breath, and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, determined to get to the forest that lay around the hill. Her head pounded, but she figured she would worry about it

Someone is crying her name, the crisp voice breaking and he realizes the state she's in. Red Beetle cradles her in his arms, hands searching her body as if the way to save her is somehow hidden on her person. 'Chatte, what happen?' He whispers in anguish. His hand move over her body again, looking for anything he can do to help, to fix her, to save the love of his life.

She had ran from him for what felt like hours. Her wild curly hair snagged on the bushes and shrubs scattered on the forest floor, but she could not let this stop her. Not while the enraged monster was so close behind. His legs were much longer than hers, but she was light and didn’t have to worry about the branches swaying just above. Ready to knock down whoever dare run into them. She continued her trek through the dense forest. Constantly listening for leaves rustling under his trampling feet. A hard smack and choking sound. Then all was silent. She looked back over her shoulder; never slowing her pace. But her monster was down. He lay in the dirt with a large red welt swelling on his throat. The tiny girl dropped to her knees and sobbed.

Alisha ran. She ran and felt the wind in her long dark hair. The sun filtered through the trees, warming her coffee colored skin. Her violet eyes sparkled as a laugh escaped her mouth. She ran, finally feeling free as she sprinted over the hard, uneven ground, her pack bouncing on her back. She jumped over a trickling brook and stumbled to a stop. She rested and got a drink of water. She heard a voice calling through the trees. It said “Alisha, ALISHA!” Her eyes snapped opened and she woke up.

She wakes like always in the haze of sleep, her eyes never quite focusing, never quite finding the one she seeks. She speaks his name a million times, and though she has never met him she knows she’ll recognize him when she sees him, if she sees him. He begs her there, wills her to him, promises he will be waiting, but never is. Even in dream she is always searching for him, always fighting for destiny.

Everything seemed completely silent as Hestria hastefully made her way across the forest floor. It was mid-winter, the days were short, cold, and desolate. Beads of sweat dripped down Hestria’s face as exhaustion ebbed away at her, eventually she found herself coming to a complete stop. Deciding that there was nothing better to do, Heastria lowered herself onto a log, it wasn’t comfortable, but it was better than trying to rest on the wet ground. She had almost completely given in to her tiredness, when a scream shattered the silence.

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

“Come on Louis, just tip your head back.” Niall hissed. The other omega groaned and began to splash at the dirty tub water. Liam looked over his shoulder and frowned. He could see that his own omega was becoming frustrated. Like expected Louis was being difficult. He was beginning to wish Ed had given him more medication to make him sleep longer, it would certainly make it easier to get things done. Even though Louis couldn’t walk well yet, refused to speak, and was still quite out of it he managed to still be sassy.

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…

On July 21st, a serious crime had happened. The town of Eastville will never be the same. The people, animals, and the town had completely changed, especially Penny. Penny will never be Penny ever again.

“Laura Lioness Longface! You get down here this instant!” A voice shouted. “You are in deep, deep water this time!”

It was a sunny day, in U.K.There was a couple named Maria and Albert Theodorakis who lived in a beautiful small house and didn’t have any children. They had always wanted a child. Each day they will pray to the god and ask them to grant them with the blessing of a child.One day Maria dreamed about them having a son. Even though it was just a dream, Maria was jumping in excitement.She couldn’t wait to tell this new to Al Bert. She waked up Albert and tell him about it, he started jumping in excitement too. After some days, the dream became true.

Mr Johnson awoke to the sound of Mrs. Johnson yelling, “Honey, breakfast is ready!” With a groan, Mr. Johnson groggily sat up and walked out of bed. He almost tripped over his feet on his way to the kitchen. “So convenient that me and the Mrs. have switched,” he muttered under his breath.