Ay: A Short Story

She starts to walk on the path of getting to work. Barely awake and aware of her surroundings. As she continues to head to work she starts immediately regretting her life and choices. She hears the sounds of the street and the workers working. She sees the people that were at her wedding. They were exhausted and lacked tons of enthusiasm. They were all drained and out of spirit. She even noticed little Stanislovas who was ill from his act of overeating sausages and sarsaparilla. He is standing at his lard machine, rocking unsteadily, and slightly closing his

“Not bad,” replied Gabby, who had thrown her bag up on the counter and was trying to fish out a lighter, “just got off!” Both of her stockings had a run in them and flicks of discarded food stuck to the sides of her tennis shoes. Her dress was black and sparkling. Vernon could tell she worked at another diner the moment she got out of the cab. The waitress flipped over an empty cup and poured out what was leftover of the coffee. Gabby had lite her cigarette, inhaled a drag, took a sip, and exhaled out a thick cloud of smoke in one single breath. “Ended up pulling a double?” The swirls in the smoke seemed to actuate Gaby's words. “Don’t remind me!” replied the waitress, who had removed one of her flats and was rubbing her heel, “I’ve been on and off my feet since 9:30 this morning.” Gabby looked towards the front of the diner at the back of Vernon’s head and then back at the waitress. “Rough night?” “Nope,” replied the waitress, “he’s been coming in here late for the last month or so, keeps to himself.” They both could see that Vernon was moving his hands while he was talking to himself. “We still on for tonight,” asked Gabby. “Maybe,” said the waitress, “as long we can get a table.” The band aids on the back of her heels needed to be replaced with new ones. Gabby

It was as if she didn’t care if I was even disposed of.” She turned around and walked toward the elevator. She pressed the button and (again) looked at her face in the mirror. This time, her reflection looked much more confident than before.

Jay and Arty both disliked going to their grandma’s house. Jay said “Pop doesn't even like to come and it's his own mother” . . . He has also been afraid of her when he was a kid. She'd come out of that door with a limp and a cane and looked like she was going to kill you. When Jay was five, He drew a picture of her and called it "Frankenstein's Grandma." He asked Arty if he ever saw it. “If she did, you'd be an only child today” Arty said. Pop said she could swing her cane so fast, she could have been one of the greatest golfers in the world. All Arty remembered was, he hated kissing her. It felt like putting your face on a wrinkled ice cube. Jay agreed and said “Yeah, she's cold all right.” She was she only one at Mom's funeral who didn't

I hear what you are saying, but that's only one side of the story, but I lost all respect for Tiffany when she stop coming to see Tey. Shamel did not have his mom, Yan and Sarah did not have their mother and I never thought Tiffany would just stop coming to see Tey. I would have bet my life on it. When Tey is crying because his mother wasn't at his game and then he calls her in the morning asking where are you and you make zero effort to come the next week or the weekend after, I cannot respect you. After Tey did that I had to write her letting her know he did that on his own and not prompted by me (I had to beg her to come see him). This woman stop coming to see her son to stay with a man, I can careless about the guy, but when time with him

Alys ran through the street, holding a coat above her head in attempt to shield from the downpouring rain. Holding all the rain it could, the coat dropped all the water on to Aly’s head. She stopped under the archway to a shop and ran a hand through her white-blonde hair. The rain had taken out the curls and made it shoulder length.

That night, Bob left his mansion and Joana stayed home. When Bob left a dim, dark figure slipped in and Joana didn't see anyone come into Bob's mansion. She got up to go to the office because she wanted to work on a paper for a case since she was a lawyer. While she was walking to the office she wanted to take a shower before she got to work and because she wanted to go to her comfortable bed after she finished her case. While she was taking her shower she

Our story begins in the year 2016 in canyon city,oregon. Jimmy found himself remembering what had happened 10 years back in this same forest but last time he was here he was 28 and being hunted by something lurking in the night. The object was stalking him. This object was a haunted animatronic fox named foxy when Foxy was first made it fell on top of a man named Jamey. He wanted revenge so anyone who was alive and happy. Jimmy was on a date with janet when foxy attempted to kill them but jimmy and janet ran away from him they thought they off the hook or so they weren't when they finally got home then the filled out a police report for 4 months janet and jimmy thought the robot was gone but he wasn't he had been scoping out jimmy's schedule

Prior to the school bus’s arrival Gracie she encountered an unknown student entitled Bobby at the standstill. After they boarded the bus it continued along its route until it pulled up at the primary vestibule. Without delay the students went on a search to locate their classroom that one may unite with this year’s classmates and teacher. Gracie and Bobby were both in Mr. Romilly’s class. That day Mr. Romilly’s students had pleasure that day. But Gracie didn't. During lunch someone spread grape jelly on her pencil case and she felt furious. When Gracie took a stride

When Oly remarks that as Arty got stronger, Al and Lil wilted, it is a powerful message that explains the changing family dynamic. Within their immediate family, as well as their carnival family Al and Lil had always been held with the utmost regard. As Arty's act and fans grew, everything began to change for Al and Lil, as well as the rest of the family. Al was no longer in charge, and it was clear, that even from his tank Arty was running the show. There were many mornings when Al would go around to give orders, only to find out Arty had already been there. I think the hardest blow to Al's ego came from the hiring of Dr. Phyllis. Aside from the show, medicine was Al's biggest passion. “He was a masterly stitcher-“scarless wizardry, as he

During the day, excitement filled Margaret, knowing Andrew would be home later that evening. She wasn’t accustomed to being alone and was surprised Andrew went to the convention instead of sending Sylvia. After preparing a special dinner, she sat down to watch TV. Waking up later, she wondered why he failed to wake her when he came home. “He was probably tired and went on to bed,” she said, under her breath as she went up the upstairs to their bedroom. Opening the door without seeing him in bed, Margaret rushed downstairs, out to the garage

Ace took the brunt of the pandemonium when she ran through the gate. In its place, silence settled. From their knees, Looey’s people shifted and steadied themselves against the gravel.

We all went to an arcade that was super fun. Not once did Rebecca look at me. Probably going to make up some rumor about me and tell everyone.

Yiayia's meatballs smell delicious as usual. I wonder how many I'll taste this week as I squeeze onto the lemon colored bench. The side door continuously opens as more family pile into the cozy kitchen. No one dares to miss eating my grandmother's spaghetti and meatballs; why would they? Burning buns are in the toaster over, steam off the pasta clouds the kitchen, and we're all packed in like sardines. Papou brings in the folding chairs to ensure everyone has a place at the table. By six o'clock, roll call had begun. “Is Cousin Tori at work? Is Auntie Karen still napping?” Yiayia interrogates as she always knows when someone is missing. At five years old, I didn’t realize how much these weekly Sunday dinners would influence who I'd become.

As the days go by, Rita couldn’t stop thinking about the trip. She was stressing about if she was going to get pick, and if she does, who will she pick to go with her?! She was a wreck all morning. Later her boyfriend, Bret Surge, came up to her locker before 6th hour. Hey sweetie, have you decide who you’re going to pick yet?” Bret said. “No, I just need more time to think about it’’ said Rita. “Alright,I hope it’s me, but I’ll see you later bye!” Bret said as he looks into her 3 round eyes and kisses her on her tail. Rita smiled and watch him walk to class.When the minute rock bang on the speakers, she ran to her 6th hour, food discovery.