A Story Of A Short Story

My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too

There is one loss in my life that affected many aspects of my life for many years, the divorce of my parents. I was in barley entering the first grade and the tender age of five, soon to turn six, when my parents spent their last night as a married couple. I do not have many memories of my parents as a couple but I do remember the day my Daddy left. He was a policeman and I watched as his cruiser drove away from our family home. I remember my mom crying and not being willing to console me or explain to me what was happening. All I knew is there was a fight, my dad left, it seemed different than other times when he left, and my mom was crying. Everything about my life changed in the blink of a five year old’s eyes which is what makes this loss so significant in my life.

My father died from a motorcycle crash on June 17th, 2011. I was 13 years old, the summer before 8th grade. It was an absolute tragedy and it will always remain as one of the biggest heart breaks of my life. I smile now thinking about him but late at night, if I think about him too much, I still cry. I am not telling you this for you to feel sorry for me but for you to understand that I took this tragedy and used it to fuel my determination to be better. This was a dark period in my life but I came out of it, I moved forward and, though I will never forget, I didn't let it stunt my growth as a person.

"I thought I was a grown woman," I whispered to myself. "Why would I have to go to school?"

On July 21st, a serious crime had happened. The town of Eastville will never be the same. The people, animals, and the town had completely changed, especially Penny. Penny will never be Penny ever again.

Addison and I started heading towards the deep, gloomy forest. There were only a few rays of light, shining through the closely packed trees. I jumped all of a sudden when the birds came flying out of the trees making scary noises. I pulled my jacket closer. The branches we’re swaying back and forth making a swishing sound. I know that wouldn’t stop me from exploring in the forest. Together, Addison and I walked slowly through the muddy, dirty ground full of leaves and decayed fruits, giving a strange and unpleasant smell. We walked deeper and deeper into the forest. “It looks like we are getting closer and closer to the old barn. Probably a mile more to go,” I said, looking at the map my uncle lent me. “Lets stop and rest for like five minutes, because we already walked almost one and a half miles,” Addison said tirely about to collapse. I decided to stop because my legs feel like jelly too. We sat down, ate two granola bars, and took a few sips of water. After about two minutes, we started down the road again. When it seems like forever, we finally arrived at the barn.

The bleak, white landscape appeared to continue on forever as Ada trudged up the mountain side. She had heard the gunshots pierce through the icy air and immediately began running towards their origin.

Mavis can hear shouting. She can tell it’s Ian because they have had plenty of yelling matches before, but instead of differing tastes in movies, Mavis can tell there is true contempt in his voice. Rattling her head, she can faintly see Leon collapsed on the other side of the room. Her heart tugs. She tries to talk to him, yet Ian’s voice drowns her out. Mavis wants to scream at Ian until she looks at him, and he his face isn’t twisted with anger, but fear. She follows his line of sight to a man that looks like he is what caused the gorge in the Grand Canyon by jumping down a little hard. The giant man is doing a pitiful job of ignoring Ian since his face is red and keeps glowering at Ian. Mavis uses the luck that The Forest gave her to encompass Ian with fortune. Her luck is noticeably weaker than normal, and Mavis understands that they were taken far from the school, and further from The Forest. She tries to move her hands, but they seem to be restrained. When she looks up, there are stars. Ian stops berating the man when a door opens to let in magnolias and councilwomen Morris. Mavis’s can’t comprehend the situation, but Ian seems to understand something because instead of yelling profanities he casts a spell that breaks whatever was holding his hands together. Mavis watches as Ian fends off physical attacks from the giant man and bolts of lightning from Morris that crackle the sky above and sends a blanket of shattered glass onto them. Ian isn’t attempting to be careful because Mavis is supporting him. He seems to know that by just moving around her luck will make him step away from the bombarding duo. Without Mavis noticing, Leon is standing and casting weaker spells than Ian. Morris easily paralyzes Leon, which gives Ian time to cast illegal spells that opens a glittering fissure in the room and that causes the giant man to bleed from his pores. Mavis feels her restraints burst from her wrists in flames. Ian is an amazing multitasker she notes. He is also at Leon’s side. Before Morris can summon another surge of strikes, Mavis tackles her. Ian takes the opportunity to toss Leon into the fissure. Mavis recognizes it as a portal now. She learned about illegal spells in school, and the portal takes the

Muffled sounds of shouts and bangs on furniture can be heard in the room at the end of the dimly lit hallway that is lined with bright photos of the same smiling family. A man swings open the door, turned back to a woman cowering away from him and shouted something that was clear in sound, but it didn’t sound like English in Harvey’s head. The man slammed the door, causing one of the frames to come loose from it’s perfectly hammered-in nail and crash on the clean wooden floor.

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”.

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.

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.

“I can’t wait to get a job,” mom said cheerfully, “and send you guys to a college.”

His story began when he was a little boy living in America with his parents. Timmy was at his friend's house for a sleepover when he heard sirens. He looked out the window and saw the red fire trucks going in the direction of his house. He didn’t think anything of it, he thought it was a normal fire. The next day he got a call and it was from the local police station telling him that his parents died in a fire late last night. He was torn, he had three days to say goodby to all his friends in the US before he had to go to France. He was forced to go to France and live with his Aunt and Uncle. When he got there he was looking for their house for two days but could not find them. So, he went to get food at the local bread store and the owner had seen him around looking lost. He offered him a job and a home. Timmy called the owner Pere which means father in french He accepted and he worked and lived with the owner for many years.

Billy just stared at her puzzled. Creepy, scary, disturbing, grin freaked him out “Well I better go back to my room, it's getting late”. Suddenly the land lady's smile slowly faded, with a frown, she replied “what do you mean dear it just got dark”. Billy puts down his cup and says “ Well I've had a long day” Billy stated “okay dear have a Goodnight then.” Shuffling into his room feeling very strange. His hands are shaking, he could barely open the door. He sat down on his bed, he could hardly think straight. The drink left a strange, bitter taste in his mouth. He started to wonder about how both of them are still on the fourth floor. Wondering, thinking, reasoning, it confused him, he decided he was going to go take a look on the fourth floor to see if she was telling the truth.