Aly A Short Story

She pushes it, the doors horizontally close and as the elevator rides up, she frantically pushes the button.

She looks at him with a grin on her face. Pablo walks toward the curb of the sidewalk and sits down upset and disappointed in Justyna because he will not let him ride her bike. He says to himself, ‘If Justyna does not let me borrow her bike I am not going to win the bet and the day is almost over”.

Taking a chance he opens the door, peaking out to plan the quickest route to the door. There’s no one about, meaning his mother had hopefully fled the scene. Quickly he does the same, slipping through the small gap he’s created and rushing across the small flat towards the door, opening it and closing it quietly behind him.

At some point, she decides to stop running. It’s been hours or minutes, she doesn’t know and for once she doesn’t care. All she knows is if she doesn’t find refuge soon, she’ll collapse and it’s better to do that someplace that feels secure than in the open.

“Howdy!” Amber greeted Claire as she pushed open the door. “Oops!” The door had hit Claire, knocking her down a set of concrete stairs.

Half-way to her destination a second wind kicks in, but it doesn’t last. Her stamina caves and she nearly faints and fears she may die like her brother riding a bicycle. But the support and courage she needs shows up just in time. She rides to the finish line in intact.

Keep on pedaling! Keep on pedaling!” I whispered those words with a share of motivation. Three words made a great difference in my mind. As a sturdy rock climbed over on my way, thoughts flew across my head like a speeding jet. Was I going to fall if I suddenly stopped? What is dad going to think? Most importantly, what was mom going to do? I didn't know what to do. Maybe if I darted through, I would simply ski across the hump. I had no other hope. I was going to do it. As the bulge came closer and closer to me in distance, the bike knocked out. On the ground laid a flat-on purple bike that had tires spinning gradually slower through the time. Tears tried breaking through my eyes, but were barricaded from this strong girl’s mind. Looking down, trying not to get the worst out of it, I indicated a bloody bruise on my knee. Mom swiftly hurried to me, searching for bandages to cover the minor, yet sore contusion. Even with that painful mark, dad’s eyes glared at me with wisdom. After mom went inside to relieve the stress of my bruise and housework, dad took care of me for the rest of that

Billy quickly took off the look of the door and turn open the doorknob she started crawling towards the door. Without hesitation, Bill quickly ran out of there until he was safe, he

I’m approaching my first stop, and I latch my hands on the brakes, and squeeze. Nothing happens. I squeeze again, and I’m picking up speed, not slowing down. All that is going through my mind, is how will I stop this bike. Ahead of me, is a row of pine trees. I need to make a quick decision. I could jump off the bike, or drive it right into the trees. Before I could even think, I find myself face to face with a row of pine

“Mom,” she sighed into the phone. “Why do you do this every day?” “Its 6:30, come home Piper,” her mother stated. “Fine,” Piper She grabbed her backpack off the tiled floor and with one last look out at the New York skyline, disappeared down the staircase. The faded, green door marked, ‘no entry’ closed slowly behind her.

Audra tried the door, but it was bolted, so she banged on it with a closed fist.

He grabs the gash and pulls it up to put his car in park. He gets out and walks in the wet dirt to get to the other side of his blue mustang, He opens the door to Allina’s door.

23B “One night in room 23B please,” blurted Cora as she thrusts her credit card out towards the petite concierge behind the desk without an ounce of uncertainty. The small man had a gleaming noticeable forced smile that projected all the way above the desk, but the moment Cora utter the room

she’s determined to be good at riding her bike she gets back up and tries again. I

At this, she springs out of bed and over the two sitting amongst each other on the floor. Jenny finishes getting her anger out on Murray, pulling the knife out one last time, and letting the blood drip from the knife as she gets up to her feet. She moves back in to the hallway and notices Victoria hadn't gotten to the stairs as she'd expected and was just moving towards them; but when Jenny pounces a little faster than Victoria expects she moves away from the stairs and into the furthest room in the hallway, the room that faces off to the