A Story Of A Short Story

Austin felt his stomach turning end over end as he propped dumb ol’ Judd on his horse. By the time he got the even dumber brother Obadiah on his horse, he was hurling last night’s meal. Jess walked up to Austin and offered him a cup of hot coffee. Austin said, “Thanks, Jess. I needed this.” “I know boy. I think we’d best wait a few minutes before we hit the trail. You look greener than the high mountain grass where the cattle graze.” Chuckled Jess, trying to lighten things up. Austin just shook his head as he laid it back down between his legs. “Funny, Jess. Real, funny!” “I know! That’s what makes it even funnier! It ain’t me offeren’ up my last nights vittles to the buzzards. I just hope you finish before they figure you to be a tasty morsel.” Jess was laughing as he walked over and saddled up Austin’s horse. He’d already made plans on how to maneuver the dead men and their horses along with their own down the dangerous trail. With this much coverage, surely they could come through almost any trouble without too much harm. Once Jess double checked everything and secured everyone; he hollered, “Let’s move em’ out boy.” Jess and Austin walked side by side on the wide parts of the trail. Austin felt safe in the middle of the dead men and their horses. Looking over at Jess, he said, “Jess, I’ve been thinken’. Back at the campsite this mornen,’ these fella’s made me mighty sick for meeting them. Now, I feel real good about them riden’ along with us. In fact, I’m grateful their concerned about our well being. Who would have thought the Wilson boys would be for protecten’ someone other than themselves?” Jess began to roar with laughter saying, "Now your a thinken' right." Austin loved his laugh. It came deep from within and was so contagious anyone would have to laugh along. Jess reminded Austin that it was a time to laugh. So hoot all you want. We might not get the chance again.” Moving on down the trail, Austin spoke to Jess about killing. Jess wasn’t comfortable about the subject but shared his knowledge with him as he saw fit. “Killen. No good comes of it. No matter the situation, it’s no good. Someone always dies and someone has to live with it. Ya see, killen’ is an evil

The knock at the door startled Dana. She set the Bible she was reading aside, stood, and approached the door.

“Here,” Dean left his stoves and knelt down beside her. “I can’t let you clean up my mess.”

One evening in late fall a young innocent girl named Mary was walking along the road when she saw a poor defenseless lamb. She started to approach the lamb, and as she got closer… and closer… and closer, mary notices something around the lamb's neck. It was a collar of some sort but did not have a name tag on it. She decided to take it home and put signs up for a missing lamb. When they got back to Mary’s house the lamb noticed that the house was kind of mysterious looking, two gargoyles were placed at each side of the porch along with a statue of a weeping angel.

“You can’t do this to me!” Sandra yelled. Everyone in the office heard the commotion coming from Mr. Lewis’s office. As Sandra stormed through the office, her co-workers awkwardly turned away to avoid eye contact and rumbled through papers to pretend as if they weren’t watching and listening, but Sandra knew better. This was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to her.

¨ Wow, this is… different” Alayah sighs as she sweeps her long, blonde hair out of her face and squints looking up at her new house. ¨ Chin up princess; don't look so glum,” says mom as they hop out of their oversized truck and start walking towards their new farm home. Alayah had lived all of her life in the suburbs of a big city in California, but after her parents divorce her mom wanted to move to a farm in a tiny city outside of Nashville Tennessee. So here they are, walking up a big hill to their new lives.

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.

He hears her voice as he lays in the grass, the leaves fall, caressing the air and resting upon the earth’s green grass.

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”.

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.

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.

“If I told you that a long time ago the entire world rested in the hands of one very unruly child, you probably wouldn’t believe me. So that is why I don’t tell stories to people that often. I can't really, because not everyone is willing to believe a cloud is talking to them. Some are just too unimaginative to believe it,”

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.

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

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.