Broken Tractors: A Narrative Fiction

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

I jumped through the kitchen door with the intent of regaling my family with a tale of the firetrucks and ambulances which raced by me during the bike ride in pursuit of their own mångata, but the thought elapsed as trivially and quickly as the vehicles had passed me on the road. Instead, I waved at Mom and Dad watching TV in the living room and headed upstairs to the rhythm of the sirens stuck in my ears. I've always abided by the theory that my bedroom should be a zone solely of relaxation, so I was a little startled to hear the phone binging: “Jake Robertson just died in a car accident,” the screen told me. I pulled up the covers, and my head hit the pillow before the truth hit my

Last December, I came home from practice to find my mother on the floor of the living room, hardly breathing. I dropped to her side, begging her to tell me what was wrong, and she whispered that she was having a heart attack. Upon hearing that, my actions became erratic; I was hyper-aware of my heart, of time, of the phone I could not keep still in my shaking hands as I called for help. After waiting in painful apprehension, two paramedics would walk in, put my mother on a stretcher, and carry her out. I would give them her prescription medicine and wrote down the name of the hospital she would be going to. Then, they would take her away, and I would be alone in a house of utter silence. Something about the silence allowed me to ruminate over

The phone rings. It’s three am. Mrs. Smith knows something is wrong immediately. Her son Sean, seventeen year-old, straight A student, and local high school quarter back, didn’t come home last night. He never called. She answers the phone, dreading what will come next. It’s the state police. There was an accident on Route 5, a head on collision. Her son was driving while intoxicated. He swerved into the other lane, right into oncoming traffic. The driver of the other car didn’t make it. She died on impact. Her son was on his way to the hospital, he lost a lot of blood. They didn’t know if he would make it either.

My mom rushed towards me while Veronica phoned 911. About after 15 minutes of waiting, my mom grabbed me and set me down in the backseat of the car. She and Veronica quickly jumped in the car and began to drive to the hospital. Mom was driving while Veronica was ripping up her shirt and covering up my wound. When we finally reached the hospital, my mom and Veronica carried me through the doors and got me to a nurse named Mrs. Zowcowitz.`` I need help, it’s my son, he’s been shot.’’ My mom said panicking.`` I’ll go get help.’’ Nurse Zowcowitz said running through the hall. ``Doctor! Doctor! There’s a boy he’s been shot! He’s losing a lot of blood.’’ She said flailing her arms.`` I’m going right now.’’ Dr. Wade said running towards me. ``Oh there is a lot of blood, quick, we have to get him upstairs.’’ Dr. Wade said calm and collective like. I was then put on a stretcher and was rushed into an elevator. I can remember looking up at my mother with tears in my eyes. I was going to die, I knew it. When they finally got me to a room, I was laid on a bed on was being hooked up with an I.V. ``Everything is gonna be ok.’’ Mom said. Even though the doctors tried their best to save me, I closed my eyes and died shortly

“Is everyone okay?, we have to get out”. Said my mom, distressingly. With smoke coming out from the hood of the car, everyone panicked thinking the car was about to go into flames; like in a movie. The doors were locked, on top of that they weren’t opening. When my brother was about to smash open one of the windows, my mom opened her door and we all ran out. At that moment my whole

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but

My step-mother utters in hysterics, “The ambulance is taking your father to the hospital. It is not good. You have to come now.” I arrive at the hospital, panic-stricken, only to be met with a sobbing nurse and step-mother. They tell me he is gone. My heart shatters in a million pieces.

The loud sound of the fire from grill exploding sounded as loud as a music concert. I tried to run but my legs were frozen. Instead, I turned my back and shut my eyes as tight as possible. Fear materialized before me. This was my first real experience of fear. I've always seen fear in movies and TV shows but never actually felt it. It felt like a mysteries hand crushing your heart. You soon break out into a sweat. Your body turns solid and freezes in pure terror. The more you think about it, the more scared you get. It is a feeling of pure discontentment. I kept closing my eyes hoping that it was a nightmare and open my eyes and it would not be true. It was unbelievable, a shocking nightmare. What did I do wrong? What went wrong? What if I had been physically hurt? I kept asking myself a million questions in a matter of seconds. This was unreal.

“Hello?” The words climbed my throat with puncturing It turned a joyful kid into a women forever haunted by her everlasting past. I recollect me crying into the nothingness. No one present there to help me. No one recognizes what he did. I can't point the finger at them, he's my own cousin, I wouldn't presume it either…

short story My heart pounded erratically, my feet moved to the beat of my racing heart. Branches slapped across my chest. I didn’t dare look back; the cloaked men were nearing, I could hear their thumping footsteps all in sync with each other getting closer and closer. There was no chance I could take them all. In almost a demonic manner the cult said “We know you are here Felix, you can run but you can’t hide, you are mine.Mine! Forever!”The next thing I knew my vision was beginning to blur. Then it happened.There was no way to stop it. It was taking over. I had no control over myself. My body had a mind of it’s own. I uselessly became limp I was passed out hard cold.

THE CALL By Sara Nobody expects to receive a call at 2:30 am. If you do it’s either about something death related or the police. My phone buzzed on my nightstand lighting up the room with flashes of light. I reached over and grabbed my phone, my eyes sticky with sleep. Before

About an hour into the journey home, my mother felt the symptoms of a heart attack. I rushed to the nearest small-town while looking for a hospital or emergency clinic, but there was nothing within seventy-five miles. At a nearby convenience store, my mother bought some aspirin to ease the pain and hopefully prevent death. The pressure I felt was strengthening, but Maddie was my steady hand; she reassured me that everything was going to be okay, and we would quickly make it to a hospital. Soon my mother felt

“Back to the car.” Her hands were trembling, she was holding back tears, yet her voice was calm. We jogged back about 30 feet. The man seemed to take no note of our existence. My mom called 911 as a couple other cars got over to see what was going on. My mind was spinning. “I have to be dreaming. I must have just fallen asleep.”

The front of my dad’s silver car had infused itself with a tree. Both anxious and dizzy, knowing my head wasn’t on a cloud any longer, I turned my head to observe the surrounding environment to only find the other car on the opposite road, smoke evacuating from the red truck. I quickly returned myself back inside the car and the door on my mom’s side was completely wrecked. My dad quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, pulled out his phone, and requested ambulance. As they arrived one by one, I made sure everyone was okay but I could regard from the back of my head that my mom was breathing heavily. All I could do was hope that someone would arrive, I don’t care who, just someone!