Civit A Short Story

It was a cool, rainy October night. The wind slightly blowing against shaking trees causing autumn leaves to drift in the air. The rain pitter-pattered on parked cars as if it was a song. The air was still crisp. It was around 11 o’clock at night when Maddie was walking home from her night job at Lucy’s Cafe. She normally took the bus, but tonight she had to close and the buses don’t run that late. She figured it was only a mile, she could just walk home. The sound of the rain got louder, the rain was getting harder and the wind getting more vicious. She knew something was off. She began to hear sounds of puddles being walked through on the sidewalk behind her. She slowly turned around, but no one was there. She speeded up her pace and kept walking forward, determined to get home. She began to hear footsteps on the cold, wet road this time. She quickly put her phone in her hand about to call her mother. She knew someone was behind her. Just as she started to run, she quickly felt a cold rush through her spine. It felt as though she had been turned to ice. Maddie’s legs became weak and she couldn’t stand. Everything went blurry, then black.

As my clammy hands were resting on my uncontrollably shaking legs, I was patiently waiting for someone to come out and tell me how Cierra was doing. What started off as a normal twelve year old sleepover, turned into a trip to the emergency room in a split second.

A lot of my childhood memories are not from my eyes. It is as though I am viewing myself and the situation from above, as if I can see all around the situation now. I see myself walking through the church or talking to a family member.

made me feel like I was a little kid. Frankly, I still was a kid, but never wanted to be one. I was in a

The way Charlie wriggled on his lap as she kissed Dan's ear reminded him of their very first time 10 years ago. He looked over her shoulder and saw 15 or 20 boys and girls on the beach. They were dragging big bags of what looked like seaweed and carrying wood and gathering rocks.

A small chuckle escaped James lips and he scratched his neck. “Seems like we'll have to relive the past for a little while here.”

because if I can’t, who will? There are times where I need to use my discretion and give people

Dogs have chewed through the front door; half of the door is missing. There is a hole in the front door, and a blanket is covering the hole part of the door. It is unknown how long the door has been that way. The family has been in the home for about 2 or 3 months. The living room ceiling is caved in from water damage. Joshua sleeps on the couch in the living room. The installation and mold can be seen in the home. It is unknown if the children have been sick due to the mold being in the home. There are lady bugs, and wasps in the home. There is no running water in the home; the hasn’t been running water since the family has been in the home. The house belongs to someone else. Jennifer abuses cocaine on a daily basis; she just buys the drugs. She has not

After kissing Jeff and the kids goodbye, Heather pulls the keys from her pocket and gets in a blue Prius. Checking the review mirror, she starts the engine, and her white knuckle drive to work. Byron St. is rammed, I'm going to be late, she thinks. The phone rings, she clicks on the blue button on the blue tooth ear piece. “Hello?”

Our story starts off in a small, war ravaged greek village. It is not technologically advanced, nor do they know a lot about science and how the world functions. Here, we find Ventra, a young teenage boy, using his wind powers to destroy a small market to steal the delicious fruits. As Ventra is on the run, he bumps into a middle aged woman named Brite. She thought he did it on purpose, so she blinded him with her light powers, knocked him out, and took him to her hideout. When Ventra woke up all he could hear is a woman walking towards him. The room was pitch black, until many torches were lit to light up the room.

On an early Monday morning the sun rises over a small house located in a quiet town by the name of Old City of Rhoads in Greece. When the sun hits the small house, the house looks even smaller and the shadow of the house outlines the old looking torn apart boards holding the roof together. Even though this house looks old and small everyone in the town knows the story behind the man who used to live there, and the family who lives there now. The man who build and used to live in the house went by the name of Floyd Blackwood. Floyd was a master fisher man and would bring food to the town for family’s to buy and eat, because the town of Old City of Rhoads has always had a shortage of livestock. Floyd was basically a hero. He would spend his nights fishing, and his days building a house for him, his wife, and son. One day Floyd finished the house. And while his wife and son were settling in he decided to go fishing on his boat. Floyd went out to sea and started fishing but, before he could even realize how late it was and turn around he was trapped in a sea storm and did not make it out alive. The small house is now owned by Floyd’s wife, violet who lives with her now 17- year old son John.

“Come along Eva,” my father called. He buttoned up my little red coat and tugged me along. The year was 1940 and I was 7. It was a perfect, crisp fall morning. The leaves fell from the trees which rustled from high above. My father lead me down the long dirt road towards where the other children were waiting. “Bye Papa,” I said. “Behave today Eva, I don’t want you wandering off again, understand?” he replied in his strict voice. I nodded. I walked over towards the other children who were organizing a game of hide and seek. “Who’s going to be the seeker?” a boy named Friedrich asked. “Eva, how about you be the seeker,” he said pointing towards me, I blushed from embarrassment. “Fine,” I mumbled. “Count to 10,” Friedrich called running off into the barracks. “Eine, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn!” I shouted. I ran off and started looking everywhere. I checked down the streets and behind the crates, but found no one. Then I heard somebody singing, curious I looked around. I followed the noise to the fence that enclosed the large camp. “Hello?” I called out but the singing stopped. I looked around and found a small, skinny boy sitting on the ground behind one of the barracks. “Who are you?” I asked but he remained quiet. I asked again, “What’s your name?” “Levi,” he replied in a quiet, reserved voice. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you gonna come play with us?” He shook his head, “No, I don’t get to play.” I looked at him, confused but curious at the

"Can you elaborate?" She was starting to get annoyed with his short answers and dodges. If he caused her to lose her free meal she was going to... she didn't know just what at that moment but if he gave her a chance to debate his death, she was going to come up with a very creative option.

Alexander munched on a hobnob as he told them what to do. 'I need you to talk to Catkin. You must tell him he’ll be rescued soon. Just a few more hours. But before that, he must spy for us around Seashell Bay; the village, the harbour, the houses, the people. Tell him to watch out and not get caught. He is vital to our mission!' He wrote the word VITAL in block capitals on the chalkboard and underlined it several times.

Billie is walking down the street, on her way home from school. She stops for a second, she sees a van pull up beside her on the road. That was very abnormal in her small town. The window to the van rolls down slowly, there is a guy with a mustache in the front seat, he says to her, “Where you heading to little girl.” She says nothing to him and continues walking. He once again pulls up beside her and she says, “go away.” He then pulls up to her a final time and asks her to get in the van, and that he knows what house she lives in. She firmly says no and continues walking down the road.