How To Write A Short Story: Alia, It's Portalte

After months and months of preparing for the big race, the day has finally come. It was a perfect summer day, when Ronald Raptor and his friends Tiffany, Travis, and Barbra strolled up to the Blaze’n Race’n Track. Someone else was walking up too, a ginormous, mean, green, dinosaur named Tyrone the T-rex. Just a glance in his direction makes the hairs on the back of your neck spike up, but he was jealous of Ronald. To sum it up, Ronald wins at life, he has friends , he’s cool, and he beats Tyrone every year. “But, this year would be different” Tyrone thought with a evil smirk on his face, “I have a plan”. Interrupting Tyrone’s mastermind plot was Ronald’s laugh, making him remember how lonely he was, but nevermind that. It was time to start.

In the woods when the sun was just starting to set, there was a van driving on a long-abandoned road, behind the wheel of said van was a tired looking girl who seemed to be about 19. She took a sip of the long cold coffee, and turned to the turquoise haired girl sitting next to her.

“Madison Carter! I know you were the class clown! Don’t try to fool me!” my husband Johnny Flash yelped. I rolled my eyes, I didn’t have time to argue, I had to get ready.

Zoe dug through the bin, reasonably at first but grew franticly the longer she went down. Kevin at first stood off, watching the clothes fly out the donation bin.

He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to

“Una, you and Jac came at the perfect time,” said Audra, clinging to her and Faye. “How long are you staying?”

“Yes,” Loki said, having trouble finding his words. He could only see a faint glimmer of her eyes beneath that mask, and it was a daunting sight. “Good thing you decided to come.”

My alarm rings, I push open the wooden window shaders to see the early commuters honking and speeding past. The smell of the street bakers and restaurants ready to open for the locals. I get ready to head outside for another busy yet wonderful day. I head outside. I see cars, mums taking their kids to school, elderly at the bakery buying this week's bread and many, many tourists flooding the streets. I feel the hot air on my skin as a light breeze passes by me and the hot sun covering me.

As they tread along, Luke noticed a strange, strange occurrence: while he was looking down at the ground, he saw an ankle-high wind stroke all about the surface of the ground. Out of the tree line on his right, birds, birds of all kinds, and thousands of them, flew out and darted up into the sky. It was a frenzied exodus. No one said a word–just looked as they remained froze there. Luke's ears popped, but he felt the pressure in them begin to build once again. He heard what sounded like the pulsating sound of current dancing about the air around him. Then came an earsplitting sound from the forest. Like the sound of a volcano erupting. The shock wave leaned the trees over like they were rubber sticks. The sound of the blowing leaves was a tempestuous one. The wind force knocked them all to ground like they were a sand bag. That fast there was peace. When Luke looked up into the sky he called out, “Eugene!”

Clary tensed up and swore under her breath. “Fine,” she agreed. “What are we doing?”

There was once a being named Aetna living on an unnamed island. She was taller than any man, and her face would have been cause of admiration and envy of many, but her most enchanting feature was the fiery, crimson hair that flowed like silky water from her head to her toes. They vividly shone even in the brightest of days, and glowed gleefully in the shade of night. Her beauty was unparalleled but she was unaware, as the island she lived on solely had ash and scorched boulder as its inhabitant, for her charm burned any living being near her. She spent her days gazing at the horizons, imagining what was beyond her island. Until one day she braced herself and attempted to brave the sea. The moment her foot hung over the water however, it burned

Seconds later, he was standing beside her. He cupped his palm under her chin and turned her to look at him. When he saw her tears, he brought his thumbs up to her cheeks and wiped them away while he cradled her face in his hands. She stared at

I step slowly out of my time machine the engines still whirring slightly. Pausing, I look down to dust myself off and subsequently hurry the huge library standing in front of me. Whisking past the librarian who looks at me slightly offended that I didn’t stop to chat. A brief feeling of remorse passes over me and I quickly shake it away, I don’t have time for talking i’m about to witness living history.

“Just get me off this cliff now, and get this over with.” Ichabod snapped his fingers and mumbled a few words. Then a rope with a calabangerattached to the end appeared out of nowhere. I was astonished at its appearance _______. He let the rope down and I grabbed the hook with my free hand to carefully attach it to my belt.

It was a bright sunny day and Annabelle was waiting for her boyfriend Jackson. Brianne, her best friend, was pacing beside her, muttering “He’s usually not this late. He should be here by now.”