A Story Of A Short Story

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…

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.

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”.

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.

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 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.

My mother died when I was just 3 years old. I do not remember much of her, other than a glimpse of her face, smiling down at me. My father is a distant man. He has never said more than a few words at a time to me, even during our study sessions. He will assign me a lesson, and simply watch as I complete it. My only confidant is Ms. Matilda, the family maid. She takes the time to listen to me.

Knowing that her day was going to end in disaster, Marsha drove down the road from work cautiously. Her hand gripped the wheel firmly as she dodged the chances of crashing. At the same time she was trying her best to analize her day. The wonders of winning the contest first popped up in line. She dreamed of the prizes and the speech Tonas Lightning made. But the excruciating memory of Mrs. Jones’s insult blurred her vision. So she chose to forget about it. Marsha remembered when she ran up to her room one December day to find most of her advantages stolen. Then the incident when Mr. Guy whacked her eye causing a nasty black eye to appear on her beautiful face, in her opinion. But the note she stole was really pressuring her mind.

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.

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.

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.

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 midday when a man named, John was driving across the state to see his family. While driving through back roads, he encountered abandoned woods. Soon the unexpected happened, his engine started smoking. John had no choice but to pull over in the middle of nowhere to check it out. He was able to get the car up and running normal again but, something else happened, his tires were flat. John had no spare tires, it was like this was no accident. So, he started walking through the woods looking for help. After an hour of finding nothing, he tried to go back to his car but, his car was gone! After panicking for a brief moment, he thought to call the police but, he left his phone in the car, now he didn’t know what to do. After a hard hour of thinking he knew what he had to do, he had to find somewhere to sleep but he didn’t know where to look. He began to search around for a few minutes in the cold and dark woods.John seen a light in the distance and tried to follow it. As John was walking, he started to feel tired. His legs went weak and he felt a shiver down his spine. Knowing he needed to hurry, John tried to run but it was like he felt like he was paralyzed at that instant John felt a hand on his shoulder, he didn’t feel alone. Once he got feeling back and could move again, it seemed as if the light started to get dimmer, John had to move quicker. Every step he took felt like he was being watched, which he didn’t like it at all. What seemed like hours of running, John

I gather up my belongings. I'm a minor at 16 years old, running away from a summer camp. I don't know whether I should trust my camp friend, who goes to the Springfield orphanage, Lily on finding my parents, but then again, I find that her kind eyes and sweet mod brings her out as a really smart and kind person.