A Story Of A Short Story

I wonder what he did. “Well, we’re here.” I say, stopping in front of the door. When I enter, my mom looks out of the window.

Imagine that you got a machine with a button on it and if you push "The Button", you kill someone that you don’t know, in exchange for 50,000 dollars. Sounds like no big deal. It’s just one person that you have never met and someone that you will never meet.

I was still up when my mother got home late that night. “Mom? Can we talk?” I asked.

The words moved into her mind, like leaves on an autumn breeze. She awoke to find the phone between her cheek and the pillow, the insistent buzzing the only sound from the black receiver. Had there been a voice on the line? Or had she only dreamed it? Or was she even hallucinating? She had had dreams before, but the kind that would wake her like an alarm bell. Heart pounding, pulse racing, it would take her several moments to get her to know where she was and that she had been dreaming.

When they finally returned home from lunch D was already asleep in the car for her nap time. She usually wakes up around one-thirty, and her snacks are made for her before she is up. Her favorite snack is applesauce so her mother normally put a little bit extra for her with a side of whole grain crackers. When snack time is done her mother put on her favorite TV show on for her called the “Wiggles Gables”. While she is watching her show in the living room, her mother is preparing dinner. About an hour passed there was a knocked on the door, when Mrs., Smith went to see who it was; it was her friends and her oldest daughter returning home from school. D heard her voice, she run to the door and on the door on the door she run to the door with

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

She stood up quickly as soon as her mother made eye contact with her, an instant smile appeared on her mother’s face. Sadly, the same could not be said about her. Instead she looked frightened, perhaps, at least that was what she felt. It was

I answered. “Mija, where’s your grandma? Go get her now! It’s important.” that’s all I remembered from that phone call, but the moment I handed my grandmother the phone I saw her bright smile turn into the world’s most darkest frown. Out of the speck of my eyes, I saw small tears running down her face, with big worries she ran quickly to get a sweater and her purse.

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

“ Who hid my phone in the closet?” my brother screamed with a sense of anger in his voice. My two brothers, Marian and Dariaun, my sister Janelle, and my cousin Marcus and I were all sitting in the

I hear the phone ring, but am too lazy to go get it, so my mom picks up. I hear her normal greeting, one of cheerful annoyance at being interrupted in whatever she was doing. Soon though, I hear her tone change to one of surprise and delight. I turn off the music playing from my phone, Train’s “Hey Soul Sister” so I can here her better.

Thursday rolled around, Jane’s phone hadn’t rung. Jim taught her never to panic, because he was often late when it came to things such as coming home from work, arriving to dinner. This time was no different, she figured he was taking the trip slowly and would call her Friday

She woke up extra early to get ready , she got in the shower , ate breakfast , did her hair and brushed her teeth. She was a little too early for school so she sat down and watched tv with her little brother Cameron until it was time for them to go. “ Are you ready for school Cam !? “ she asked in excitement “ yeah i am but i’m little i’m just nervous “ he said. A couple minutes later it was time for them to get on the bus and head to school. When they got to school it was sooo big and nothing like they were used to. Vivian and Cameron already had their schedules so they both went their separate ways and headed to their lockers. After Vivian got done putting her things away at her locker she started to head to her first class which was English , Vivian was in 10th grade and Cameron was in 9th so they weren’t really going to have classes together. Since they both lived in Asia since birth and don’t really speak english well they both have 1st period together though with is a class where they can learn English really

“I only agreed to the date to get Mom off my back!” Nadia shouted into her phone, which was laying across on the dresser, bumping up and down as she marched to her closet. The phone vibrated with every step, making the response almost inaudible. It didn’t stop Nadia from trying to carry on the conversation anyway, her head halfway through a dress as she shouted at the phone on the other side of the room. “What do you think, Sophia?”

Victoria’s mother looked at the alarm clock, Victoria! you're late for school. Victoria rushes to her room to get dressed, brushes her hair, and eats breakfast. Then, her mother drives her to school to drop her off. Victoria goes to her locker gathers her school supplies, and runs straight to homeroom. But she wasn't late only the first bell rang.