How To Write A Short Story: Azairah's Cabin

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.

“Oh I see where we took a wrong turn,” Kelley sighed with relief, “We have to take a right and then go straight all the way to that bridge.” They began walking, all relieved that they found a way out of the sticky situation that they were in. “I see our mom,” Will announced as they walked up towards their mom. Finally they reached Kelley and Will’s mom, “Why do you all look so nervous and sweaty?” Their mom questioned. All four of them laughed, “Just a bit nervous from the rides,” Makayla stuttered with an uneasy look on her face. Kelley and Will’s mom just looked at them and replied with, “Alright well it’s about 3 o’clock now, we have about four to five hours left before we need to leave so when it is 6:30 come and meet me back here and then we can leave.” Kelley nodded in agreement and laughed, “Yes ma'am.” Several hours passed by and it was now time for these four crazy teens to get going, “I’m so glad we found that map,” Kristin stated as her and Will walked out the exit gate. “Me too, I don’t know what we would of done without that map,” he whispered

Zai knew there were without a doubt more fish in the sea than the two girls that had just invaded Kyle's truck that were more stupid. They were annoyances, like little flies that buzzed in in the ear in a quiet room. They'd been driving all day this was the last thing they needed. Not to mention Kyle still was the last person they wanted to fuck with. Their voices, giggles, posture, presence all annoyed her. They were obnoxious children, not yet girls and no where soon to be women and it annoyed the living shit out of Azairah. Though the minute the blonde turned to smack whatever she had left of an ass Azairah snorted, trying to hold in her amusement. So attractive. Any guy (who thought with their dick) would have fallen for that. Except Kyle.

The fireworks had just ended leaving large smoke clouds in the sky, and the large swarms of people made there way to the front gate. Lauren reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to check the time. She clicked the lock button on the side a few times before realizing I had died. She sighed heavily knowing she had probably missed Camila’s good night text. Something they had done every night around the same time for the last 4 years.

Inexplicable pain... It was unbearably sad that she could relate and understand what Lauren Brennen was going through. Innocent though just as guilty as Ian. But she didn't care. No one cared for her when she was in this situation. No one care if she lived or dead. So she sat there and she witnessed this young woman get battered and beaten by her handsome accomplice. The more she watched, the less her heart ached for Lauren. The less she felt sorry for herself anymore. This was her reality. "This is what I had to go through Ian. And you and your friends watched as this happened to me. You're just as much a rapist as Cole is." Taking a deep breath in through her nose the smile returned to her face. Watching Kyle pull off what he promised... "You said it yourself, honey. An eye for an eye. You should definitely rape her." But listening to Kyle defend Azairah and what she'd been fighting for, for so long, what was haunting her and terrorized her for months... It was relief. It was like a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. Smiling like a school girl as Kyle blew her a kiss, she stood then, Ian's eyes watching carefully as she moved around him. "More fun than

Cleo and Aiden sloshed into the cabin and shut the creaky door behind them. Before any of them could take a breath of warm air, their grandmother, an older woman with brownish-grey hair, came down the old wood stairs, her apron swishing in front of her. “Heaven Sakes! What happened to the three of you?” She asked, eyeing them up and down. Before letting them say a word, she made them all change their clothes and handed them all blankets.When they were all seated by the fire, hot chocolate in hand, she asked again about their sodden

Both of his hands gripped the wheel, and he appraised Azairah out of the corner of his eye as she spoke. The traffic was light as he expected, and after a few moments contemplation, he allowed his natural instincts to take over the driving, and focused his attention to the woman in the passenger seat. "Her name's Laura. Laura Brennan. She's twenty, and works as a waitress. Been friends with Cole and his cohorts since

A shout split through the air behind him causing her jade eyes to snap in the direction of the noise. Her hard expression softening as her eyes landed upon him as a grin snuck its way onto her lips. He found himself smiling, broadly in return as their eyes met. Words they couldn’t say conveying a silent promise, one that held the hope of seeing each other soon. No doubt Alayna would find herself in Elia and Ashara’s company before too long. With any luck, he might catch her at the feast tonight.

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

“I’m leaving Darline.” She said this with a warm smile as she continued packing. I couldn’t understand what was happening; I ran in the storage room where I spent the rest of the evening sobbing. When I got out of the storage room I realized that I was the only one filled with sorrow because my younger siblings surrounded me and asked if I was okay. They shouldn’t have been asking me what was going on, it should’ve been vice versa. I was their older sister and I didn’t have my own self together. I didn’t realize that I would later find out what was going on within the next few months.

Out of the small town of Eden, with no job, and no stress, and a beautiful woman on his arm. One, no less, who enjoyed his company, and it appeared he could make smile with just a word, a touch or a glance. The man felt almost as if inhabited a dream, and if he did, it was one he never wanted to wake from. Her laugh was magic to his ears, and as he'd commented on the dress, his face had beamed as he'd shaken his head. A good-looking woman who wanted to be with him, - with him, Kyle evans, the emotionally detached, damaged murder whose motto for the last few years had been, "don't get close", and appreciated what he had to offer. Who encouraged him, that he, indeed did have something to offer, and was worthy of her company, not just of being forever alone. He trusted Zai, completely and

“Welcome to camp Winterhaven, kiddos!” one of the counselors said cheerfully, bouncing slightly on her feet. She had wavy blonde hair, bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks.

As Alce arrives at Calixta’s house he is overcome by his past feelings for her. The way he depicts her blue eyes and their “melting quality” allows the reader to understand his passion for Calixta. Although he is filled with infatuation and desire for her, he originally hides his feelings. Knowing that she is married and knowing that he will not be able to control himself around her, Alce “[expresses] an intention to remain outside” on the porch. After realizing that the storm will be too violent to remain outside, Alce considerately assists Calixta in the retrieval of her laundry and ushers her inside to safety. While inside, he tries to keep his distance, but when Calixta begins to cry because of her overwhelming sense of worry for the safety of her child and husband Alce, innocently and instinctively, steps in to put her worried mind at rest. He offers her comforting words that are full of care and concern. As she relaxes into his soothing words, it is brought to their attention that a spark of fiery passion has been ignited. As they partake in their fervent affair Alce is overtaken by his feelings from the past in which he would have to refrain himself with all his might because of the respect that he had for Calixta. He envisioned her as “an immaculate dove” and because of his compassionate manner he did not want to tarnish her, but protect her purity and

The wallpaper was a pea green. The same colour as the walls in Seth Geiser's bedroom. It was the kind of green that wasn't particularly pleasant, like the type of green that would grow on your fruits and vegetables, consuming them in it's hungry haste. The type of green that would rear it's ugly head after a few too many drinks. The type of green that would make you sick to your stomach.

As I begin this story about a young woman who had things hard and her step sister There was a young woman by the name of Ariana that live with her step, mother and two sisters. Her father had gotten convicted for drug traffic and was sentenced 10 years in prison. Since her dad was going away he had decided on making arranged for Ariana to officially stay with her step mother. Ariana missed him so much more because when she lived at her step mother house she had to do all the work around the house in like her step sister that did not work around the house. Out of all his children I would say that Ariana was his favorite. Her other two sisters were Nene that was 12-year-old and Tanisha the same age as Ariana 17 years old. They were in their senior