Finding Our Way: A Short Story Essay

He breathed a sigh of relief. Lily would need him desperately on the hour. He had about 30 minutes to change the course of her history... and his. He briefly pondered the accuracy of the article but had no time to research it further. He had to leave now. No more time could be wasted on supposition. With a speed he did not know he possessed, he finished packing his vehicle.

Winston rushed out of his house, got into his car and headed towards school. Today, he had put on his favorite outfit -- worn blue jeans and a red plaid shirt that his grandmother had given him last Christmas. The lack of other drivers on the road on the way to school surprised him. The sunrise was pretty though -- it seemed to have the usual reds as well as some cooler colors like green, which he noted as unusual. He arrived at school and pulled up next to Roy's truck. "What a

She snatches the wheel out of an attached circular freefall, and with a well meaning jerk to the right, her car is on the road once again. It bobs between the yellow and white lines for a several moments before she finally comes to her senses, putting those few short months of drivers training to use. As she manages to regain control of the car she begins to frantically search for Nick, calling out into the night. “Nick! NICK!” she screams repeatedly, her voice quickly becoming hoarse with each impactful cry. Her eyes scan the sides of the road, opposed to the center in her moment of madness thinking that it was possible for him to abandon her mid drive.

Next to the front door, Noah had propped a backpack up against the wall. From it, he fished out car keys, hissing as they crashed against each other. He packed his car halfway down the block tonight so his mother wouldn’t hear it as it scuffled down the driveway, see the headlights as he sped off. He shouldered the backpack, readjusting his balance as the weight shook him back and forth. He sent another glance towards upstairs, to his mother’s bedroom. She would hate him for this. She would destroy him for this.

They drove by the police station slowly, the thought of pulling in was clear on both their faces, but no one said anything. Johnny turned the car around, and did another lap around the police station. They still didn’t turn in. They stared they knew what they should do, but for some reason they didn’t. By the third time they drove by they pulled in the the police station parked on the side and starred inside. They starred at one another and then starred a the police station, but no one moved.

Mikey crawled out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping boyfriend. He walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. He about burnt the toast, and they had run out of eggs. So, Mikey had to go to the store.

Nick fidgeted with his train ticket and bent the corners. He buttoned and unbuttoned his flannel shirt and he re-tied his shoelaces. He could now see the train slowing to a stop as it pulled into the station. It was big and loud. Nick couldn’t remember the last time he had been on a train. Nick stood up. He picked up his things.

Mikey crawled out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping boyfriend. He walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. He about burnt the toast, and they had run out of eggs. So, Mikey had to go to the store.

He’d read it before, but it was still a good, solid read, easy to while the time away with. By now it was just gone half-six in the evening. His plan was to get a quiet table, eat dinner slowly, have a couple of drinks in the bar, read his book the entire time, and hopefully he’d be in a fit state to sleep fitfully for a change. He made sure he had his room key in his pants pocket, checked he had his Blackberry in his other pants pocket, pulled himself back into his suit jacket, then walked out of his room, pausing only to make sure his door had closed

He had things to do today after all! He quickly double-checked his bag, happy everything were in its place. Then made his way deeper into the far spread woods.

Megan opened the door for Dr. Warren and unlocked her car. The drive there was quiet and ridden with anticipation. Megan desperately wanted to know what they had dreamed about. Meanwhile, Dr. Warren was more interested in how they would behave now. That would be the ultimate

"Maybe we should wait until tomorrow when it's lighter outside," said Jacob nervously wiping his palms on his pants, then firmly taking hold of the steering wheel. The car lurched backward, halting as if something solid lay behind them. Suddenly, the headlights dimmed, flickering light against tall grass and without reason, shut off. Panic opened the door to his fears, forcing adrenaline to shoot and expand throughout his

It was Saturday in Summer in Michigan. Lenna was packing her bag to spend the day at the lake with Achak. Her mom was working and her dad was out on a business trip, so she thought it was a great opportunity to sneak out and visit her friend. She packed only the essential like food, water, a flashlight, and another set of clothes. After she checked that everything was fine, she headed out the door. She was always careful to make sure that no one followed her.

They arrived at the sewers, and Nick started to track Victor. The tracks led out of the sewer and into the forest. They waited for Victor to come their way and make a little noise, so they would know where to shoot. Nick whispered, “Now, we wait until we see him. When I shoot, you shoot, too.”

The wait begins, Brandon is ready to go pick up his new toy but work was stopping him. As he was he was getting ready for work, he was tempted to