A Story Of A Short Story

“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…

Suddenly everything was doused with bright color. Noise tore through the air leaving a lasting sound of a artificial ocean and sweet aboriginal music. People were ubiquitous, all seemed to be gazing at the spectacle. “Wouldya look at that Deage”.

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

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

The days before were a blur. Grief filled the air around us. The one room everyone wanted to be in, sitting next to her, supporting her, waiting for her last breath.

On February 27, 2011 I was woken up by a bad dream around eight thirty on a chilly Sunday morning. My father was home sheltered away from the sleet and rain and I have no idea where my mother was, she did not work that day, but possibly she was at the store. Everything seemed more dim today, but at least it was my grandma’s and my first sleepover together.This event shaped me into the person I am today because I finally realized that life is not fair and people die, but it does not mean that they are gone. This is about the day my world flipped upside down. The day grandma would really disappear.

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”.

It was a loud stormy night, no one was able to sleep you were able to feel the thunder from your feet once it hit and could her the spike of electricity from the lightning. Thankfully Gracelynn’s mom had given her melatonin. She was sleeping through the whole storm, but then she heard a loud thump and woke up.

Hey, I’m Eriona. Eriona Rios actually. My friends call me Eri though. I’m about to tell you a story that will make you, actually I don’t know what it’s going to do to you. Here goes nothing. So it was about freshman year and there was this “new boy”, all of the girls wanted him to be honest, I did too. I’m not going to use his real name so were just going to call him Tom. Tom was soooooo cute, literally fine. So I told one of my friends that I thought he was cute, and she said she agreed. So a couple days later, I decided to tell my “friend” that I liked him. And she said I should text him and stuff. About 2 days later, me and her were walking in the hallway, and she gave Tom a hug right in front of me and told me she kinda like him. Me and her didn’t speak anymore after that.

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.

Gabriel followed me home one day i started to run because i thought he was gonna beat me up so i took the shorter path through the woods, I could not move my body fast enough to get away from him.. He was still following me. He finally caught up to me and was surprisingly very handsome when he's not pounding my face into the ground. He smiled at me and asked if we could talk, i was so scared but i said yes. We sat down in the leaves and he started talking about how he was gay and couldn't accept himself and how he could never tell his parents. I was so shocked, I didn't fully process the rest of what he was saying.I don’t even know what to think i’m so confused, why was he bullying me if he was gay.

It was a nice spring morning where you could wake up to the sound of food being cooked and a conversation being had. It was one of those mornings where if one person woke up then another would wake 5-10 minutes later. This story is an interesting one as well as an old one, it involves an event that happened to me when I was young.

It was just a normal summer night in Long Island, New York. Two best friends, Allison and Lydia, were walking along the boardwalk at the Long Island Sound when they heard a spine-chilling growl.