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.

Hi. My name is Chelsea and this is a short story from my life. Now, I am not really good at talking about my life because I feel like there really is not much to discuss. However, I am going to tell you about the hardest thing that I have had to overcome. It is upsetting and sometimes hard to talk about, but I have learned the most from this than I have anything else. It is something that constantly clouds my train of thought and sometimes leaves me at a loss.

“Guys tonight has been an awesome night”,said Rebecca. “ I know right,that DJ skills were on point and the dancing was even better,” said Matt. “Well I will see you hopefully tomorrow for another awesome day on the beach”, said Rebecca sleepily. “ Well I will see you soon then”, replied Matt. “Goodnight”, said them both very tired.

I sit through the boring lecture about amarras day. Im her echo, a backup. When she dies, I take her place. I'm like a carbon copy of her. Besides the little E tatooed on the back of my neck. Natalie, my “mentor” As scarlett calls her. She's talking away. She loves talking. She calls for a break because she can clearly see how bored I am. I go to our tiny kitchen and grab a snack. I'm not supposed to have a name, but scarlett gave me the name eva, Short for evangeline. When I was younger, I never understood why I had to read whatever amarra wrote or look at the pictures Natalie gives me of her life. By the things that amarra has written to me, She doesn't like and or want me. Shes always have said that I will never have what she has. Shes criticizes me all the time. Calling me a faker, a ghost. I'm glad I never have to meet her.

Christina was trying so hard not to sleep but her body wouldn't listen to her brain. At about five in the morning her body shut down and went into a not so peaceful slumber. Still doubtful that her parents would actually take the time to come up mixed with the stress that two of her sisters got injured she tossed and turned, metaphorical. She couldn't get her vivid imagination out of her head curious about what happened to her littlest sisters. She could picture dani slipping on a rock falling into a river and using all of her strength to get back causing her to shiver out of pure fright knowing that if she wasn't Dani she would have died. Lauren was walking through the woods and some force caused her not to try to push the branches out of the way and not ask for help even as was laying passed out next to the fire. She still blamed the two slightly about putting that much stress on her but they were both misfortunate accidents, or so she thought.

A story about an experience in my life that demonstrated my character or helped to shape it is when I got into a fight with an older kid. The day was a stormy day it was cold I only had a very thin sweater. It was raining and I was just sitting alone in the lunch room minding my own business. When l of a sudden I see a big figure walking towards me and he just took my lunch. I had no reaction because I was just too scared to. I wished my brother was still in the school to help me but he wasn't he was gone he was off to high school I was alone and I had to deal with the situation at hand. I was confused because no one has ever done anything like that. I was angry as soon as I went home I asked my brother what to do he said to fight him. That horror stuck with me through the whole night. I did not want go to school. I was not sure exactly how tall he was even though I knew he was much bigger than me. I did not even know what grade he was. But I did know his name Javier Alfredo.

I will be the best and only the best... I will crush my opponents. I will crush the competition. I will crush that ball. I am the Greatest of All Time. I am Josh Smith.

The wind is soft but strong, my hair flowing behind me and also in my face, I don’t bother to pull it back because I forgot my hair tie at home. “I could stay here forever,” I say to myself. I am at my favorite place to be when I need time to myself. I found this place when I was thirteen and have been coming back since then. It is on the very top of the highest hill there is in the camp and there is a beautiful old tree that has been there forever, I climb to the top and just stare.

Emerald sobbed as she dashed through the woods, tears streaking down her face in salty waterfalls. Dragging the hilt of her hand along her face, she slowed. Emerald ignored the throbbing pain in her feet from sprinting along the brush barefoot. She continued on through the forest soon reaching a road where on the other side was a drop, and about 70 feet down, was a small river, where she hoped her life would end, where all her pain would stop and become a distant thing of her past.

It was windy and foggy that day. I don’t even remember getting lost. All I remember were the other kids telling me to hide in the trees. Honestly, I don’t know if they even liked me. They always kept telling me I couldn’t talk to them in a group, but I just thought they were talking in private.

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.

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.

Kissing the driver passionately, Marlene exited the Malibu and waltzed across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. The raven-haired beauty with a reputation of being high maintenance unlocked the Mercedes. Driving down Imperial Street toward Highway 74, her thoughts lingered on the last hours spent with her lover. Rushing to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew, she drove faster than normal, and entered the garage without seeing Jerry’s car. Marlene parked, straightened her clothes as a devious smile crossed her face. Going through the house and into the kitchen, where made a fresh pot of coffee, while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.

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.