A Story Of A Short Story

“Well good morning to you too, Jean Louise. Did you sleep well?” Her voice was frail, her eyes were red and baggy. I could tell she did not sleep much last night.

That woke me up completely. I check my cell phone and see I am already ten minutes late. I hurry to my closet and reach for a pair of black yoga pants and a pink shirt. I grab my ballet shoes and race out of the room Amy and I share.

"Get up honey, breakfast is ready." mom advises as she stands from my bed and smooths out her skirt, giveing me a thin smile as she slips out of my room. I rub my tired eyes, and sit up in my bed. A brown strand of hair falls in front of my eyes as I do so. Standing from my bed, I slide on my slippers and groggily walk to the bathroom. I grab my hair brush and pull my hair out of my face and into a loose ponytail.

As we were just getting out of sight of the Rotters, a loud beeping sounded from the car. I looked down at the dashboard and groaned. We were out of gas. And now we're finally dead. Megan looked over at me, her eyes relfecting my panic. What do we do now? The car coasted along, for the most part maintaining it's speed. I decided to take advantage of this and just steer the car along while it still had some velocity. I steered around other wrecked cars, bodies, and whatever else laid

Asami groaned in the darkness, the grogginess of her nap hanging over her like a storm-cloud. She stretched, splaying out across her bed, not quite sure which way the bedhead was facing, or whether or not she was still on her bed or simply curled up in her sheets lying on the floor. The alarm on her phone screamed through the room.

“Will someone please control this animal?” asked Percival, wrestling the sheet away from the puppy to keep himself covered. “I need to dress.”

As Jayson ran he could hear footsteps and barking behind him. He was losing energy and was starting to have troubles breathing. He turned a corner and came to a dead end. He didn’t have time to turn around he looked around for an escape. He need to find one, Jayson had to make sure Willow would be okay.

“Maybe you should just get in the car. I’ll get Alice,” I hear Vivian suggest from behind

Rae took a deep breath and quickly covered her mouth for fear of morning breath. This made Shadow laugh. Rae gave him a sideways glance then huffed. “Don’t laugh; I hear morning breath can kill.” She cocked one eyebrow making sure he got the joke then finished with. “So, what you’re telling me is that we are so connected that you even know what sleep cycle I’m

“What!!!” this isn't real she thought there's no way but she was a wolf and it was possible. She then went hysterical and started to crack up the girl was now a wolf too, and said to her “Stop acting like such a coyote!” she was alert now she ran and the girl followed she then asked the girl why she was following her. The girl replied “I have no mother, no father, and no pups to play with but I now have you.” She ran to her mother and told her the story her mom sat and started to cry. “Mother what’s wrong?” Her mom replied with a grunt turned over to face her daughter then said “Do you remember my sister who died a year ago?” She nodded and her throat started to clamp up. “That must have been her daughter.” No thought Ruby no it can't be she can't, but that would make sense of why she knew she was a

And we had to round them up with one of her toy claws. And the other instance where we had to all had to figure out how to lift her shoes, to squish the night crawlers that erupted from under her bed. But, nothing can compare to what we were about to face. “We can do this,” I reassured myself and looked over to the bed. Rose began to stir under her sheets. “It’s all for her.” Silly chuckled and asked, “And what will happen when she grows up and isn't afraid of the monsters in the dark anymore?” The sound of something growling along with a low rumble from underneath the bed, shook the entire room. “Then we’ve done our job, haven’t

I bask in the destruction as the symbols of the most powerful beings on Earth simply melt away. I shut my eyes and let the snow wash over my skin, arms outstretched. I open my eyes to Jensen chuckling. “What?” I ask.

For about five minutes he ran after the bus carrying his massive tin trinket, only then the driver slowed down a bit. No, not stopped, just slowed down a bit; maybe making the poor country folks run after the bus remained the only entertainment in his boring, balding life. Anyway, he somehow climbed inside the bus and had no complaints whatsoever. After all it was only his fault not to reach the bus stop on time. Also, the excitement of travelling to the capital town after three years made him quickly forget his torturous sprint.

On September 19th, 2017 my Mama and I woke up early in our beautiful house in Puerto Rico for my hair appointment. The house was as quiet as the Dhamma Giri in India. All you could hear was the dripping water in the fish tank. My brother Jake and Papa were in a deep sleep. As usual, I went downstairs, started our vintage white stove and put water into the steaming hot pot that had little rust marks on it. I grabbed the glass container full of oatmeal and slowly poured in the grains. The sweet smell of the oatmeal filled the house making it feel all warm and cozy. I cut up ripe green apples and sprinkled them on top along with pure raisins to sweeten the taste. When I was all finished chowing down the oatmeal we hopped in the car and drove to the hair salon.

In a town just off from Cornwall lived a girl, she was born into a wealthy and renowned family. She had a mother and a father that loved her to the moon and back. They spent all their time, attention and dedication on her, she was as spoilt as a golden crown. She had the fairytale life that all dreamed of. But one day her fairytale dream was shattered. She was with her parents in their 1961 Ferrari 250 GT but as they turned a corner her life flashed before her. That day their car was sideswiped by a semi-trailer, that little girl’s perfect puzzle was shaken upside down, with her the only survivor.