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.

A scream starts in my gut-I can feel the cut, smell the dirt, leaves in my hair” (81). Soon after these thoughts, Melinda faints and falls to the floor. She faints because

The young woman opened up her door and immediately felt that sense of uneasiness again even though her home was full of light. She could hear the water running in the bathroom and figured that her boyfriend, James, was just taking his usual night shower. She went into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water. As she drank the cool liquid she felt an immense feeling of relief. She advanced toward the bathroom. She walked down the hallway heading towards the closed bathroom door. Alecia felt a sense of panic and anxiety when she felt her foot become slightly submerged in a liquid on the floor.

Once standing, Lucy rushes towards the street. Upon reaching what she hoped was the safety of the street lamps she began looking left and right, frantically praying that she would see someone who could help her. As she looked to the right, she saw a person walking toward her down the street. Lucy quickly looks into the alley to make sure the attacker was still down. Seeing that the person was unconscious,she began stumbling toward the person trying to yell “please help.” But barely able to make a sound. The person had a confused look on their face as Lucy got closer her voice slowly came back to

A cluster of panic fills my body when Allie collapses on the spot. I am on my feet, racing towards him. In the grip of silent panic, wild eyes, heart racing, brain on fire, brain synapses firing like a hyped up internal aurora borealis, like a cluster bomb exploding in my brain, turning my brain to a mental soup of conflicting instructions as I race towards him. The panic in my brain increases as the raindrops falls slowly on his body. Frozen in panic and shrill scream in my brain as I hold Allie’s body, as he lay breathless and still.

“What do you mean she’s not dead?” The feeling of dread washed over her all over again, as if, she just watched Lila’s body drop once more. “I watched her choke to death in front of the whole town.” Once she finished her sentence the reality of it started to sink in, “I watched her.” She said again, “I-I watched her die.” Tears fell down her cheeks mixing with the rain. Her knees gave out and she fell to the ground again, dirtying her dress even further. Trevor closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. She raised her fists ready to beat them against his hard chest, but she just let his warmth envelop her. For just a moment, she enjoyed the comfort of a

It was a beautiful summers day in the diminutive town of Wadesboro. Perfect for best friends Ashely, Mycah, Brittany, Eric, Jacobi, Frank and I to have some fun. It was merely 2 o’clock p.m., when we decided to go to an open field in the woods to camp out. We all packed our gear and food and anything else to assist us in the camp. We left from my house and started the 30 minute drive to the field. When we arrived there, set both tents up, the boys in one and the girls in another. After everything was complete, we sat on the grass and chatted for a bit. Thinking of activities we can do to have fun, Jacobi shouted aloud, “Lets play hide and seek!”. Everyone agreed to play the game and went to find their hiding spots. While Jacobi counted down from 30, I saw what looked to be a stranger in the distance watching us. I then felt an uneasy feeling. I glanced back to where it was, and

It was a cold foggy Friday night in Summit's Peak. Lauren was walking her six blocks home from her friend Mandy’s house. The streets were deserted, not a sole in sight. Lauren was thinking about her birthday, which was the following day. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she didn’t hear the clinking of boots following her only forty yards back. Pulled out of her train of thought when she heard someone cough behind her, Lauren jumped. Realizing she was not alone she whipped her head around to see who coughed, but there was nothing there. “Hello?” Lauren questioned her voice wavering. There was no reply “Maybe I’m just imaging things,” mumbled Lauren.

Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.

It was late at night. Dennis and Agatha Garner pulled into the driveway of the lake house they would be staying for the next 5 days. The drive was a brutal sixteen hours from Sacramento, California to Flathead Lake in the far northwest of Montana. Their parents refused to make any stops other than to use the bathroom every four hours or so. Dennis’s Gameboy had died a while ago and Agatha had pretty much filled every page in her coloring book and had probably read the picture book she brought at least 20 times over and had passed out by the time they had arrived, but at last the ride had finally been finished. The area around the house around the house was shrouded in darkness. The air was much cooler and had the feeling as if Dennis was walking

“Stand up right now and put on your coat. We’ll be waiting for you in the car.” Having no idea what was going on, I swiftly dressed up, and in a minute was downstairs. Carefully driving, daddy occasionally looked at my mom. He said, “Everything will be okay, believe me.” In the wing mirror of the car, I recognized a woman, who had never shown her weakness before. Tears were slowly running down her face. Passing by glass buildings, we moved towards another part of the city. Floors of every building decreased. Streets narrowed. Every street was a reminder of my childhood. Trying to get rid of an idea floating in my head, I closed my eyes tight. In a few minutes, the sound of an ambulance broke a silence. I opened my eyes and recognized a familiar

The snow tube bounced along the pristine blanket of snow as I screamed, the cold, crisp air filling my lungs. Every moment it seemed as if I would fall face-first into the white, powdery snow. My terror must’ve been evident on my face, because my “friends”, Lydia and Karen, whom were on the snow tube behind me, whispered something to each other, while looking at me. Karen’t black hair and Lydia’s blond hair whipped in front of their faces, obscuring their expressions from view, but I could imagine how mocking they must be. They darted their eyes at me, occasionally giggling. Ever since we had gotten to the snow-tubing place, Lydia and Karen had acted like they were long-lost buddies, completely ignoring me.

Lydia’s Story starts off like any good narrative should. A vivid introduction that captures the reader’s attention gives so much detail through sense such as: the smell of “the chemical odor of a cleaning solution…” The touch of the “uncomfortably cold from air conditioning.” The sound of “the cackle of a television set…” The sight of “several rows of cots and mattress with few people lying on them.” All presented with so much clarity that the reader can imagine themselves in the narrator’s place.

There was a breeze in the air, as they all ran. The wind was harsh on their faces when they thought they were far enough away from the terrifying howl that they heard. One by one they stopped and found out they were separated and started yelling out each other's names. They called, "KATHY, JONATHAN, MAY, ADAM'' and there was no response. They started walking trying to find each other but ended up getting farther away from one another. Kathy wondered how her friends were handling the situation, like if one of them had made their way out. Jonathan wondered if anybody found the creature and about how he should have stayed home. Kathy and Adam found each other back at the house, while Jonathan was still in the woods.

What makes a story truly remarkable? Is it the beginning, the newborn innocence of it all? Or the ending, the obsession of having a perfect fantasy farewell?