How To Write A Short Story: Justin's Cabin

The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking

As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.

As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.

The man’s hair, resembled strands of a few copper wires, contrasting his paleness, and he was dressed in khaki Dockers, a short-sleeved button-down, and carried a clipboard with a pen. She was in a black power pantsuit, that was popular in the 80’s, material stretched around her ampleness, and a bush of jet black hair, bouffant-style, shadowed her back. Had these strangers been at the door, while I was relaxing in the tub? What did they want? Perhaps they were Jehovah’s Witnesses, but why hang out for hours? My dad’s slaying never completely left my mind, and my in-laws had been unscrupulous, announcing that we had cash in the house. The memory of my dad’s murder was being never solved, remined me; be careful! My heart had been pounding wildly, and my breathing erratic. I wiped my sodden face, even though I had toweled

It was a stormy night in august on the year 1880. There was lightning shooting across the sky lighting up the night like a flickering light bulb. There was a man walking across the Nevada landscape, in his long black trench coat soaked to the bone with his black cowboy hat covering his face just enough to cover his eyes. His colt 45 revolver glimmering on his hip from the lightning. He was approaching a lone house out in the Distance. It was a small 2 room log cabin with a man, his wife, and their 6 year old son Inside. The cabin was a dark mossy brown wood with a rock chimney and mud packed in the cracks to keep the rain and wind out. It had one window near the door. As the man approached the cabin his pace never faltered he was heading straight

As Sarah’s mom pulls into the driveway of 1542 Elm Street, she in nothing but excited. Impatiently she tells her mom to hurry and unlock the door not wanting to waste a single second of the “girls night” planned. When the doors finally unlocked she rushed to grab her bag and practically sprinted up to the front door. Sarah rang the doorbell a couple of times then started to jump up and down as she waited.

With a deep breath, Lewis opened the trapdoor. She peered down at the dark abyss below her. “Woah,” she whispered in awe,“I never knew you could find something like this in a dumb school.” Sydney shifted around to get a glance, and accidentally nudged Kaitlyn forward. With a shriek, she slipped into blackness, her figure disappearing in a millisecond.

“Down a dark hallway there was a single light swaying in a light breeze. As Zoey got closer to the light she see a door at the end. As she reaches for the door knob and is about to turn the cold mental knob she snaps awake.”

Jaeden ran through the forest panting and sweating, fleeing for his life. His knees were gory, stained by fresh blood and covered in cuts and scrapes caused from the thick, tall grass that whipped against his pacing legs. His face had swelled up, whacked by branches and leaves that left awfully irritating scratches in their wake. His dark umber eyes widened with fear and he could feel every heartbeat pounding in his chest faster and faster. He stopped to catch his uneasy breath. As he looked back, he could see a man limping closer and closer. A man with a white, rubber mask that covered his face. He was dressed in a worn out cotton tank top and sagging jeans and was creeping forward. The man chuckled as Jaeden nervously scurried backwards. Slowly, his chuckle transitioned into the devilish laugh of a mad man. Then with one swoop, the man struck a knife through Jaeden...

The man awoke to the loud banging on the front door of the old log cabin. The banging was causing dust to fall from the rafters with the started to dance in Johns nose.As John slowly arose he saw a big ball of fur John quickly realized it was a big brown bear bashing the side of the cabin. John now full awake went to quickly wake up his camping partners. He then realized they were gone and had left the cabin leaving him alone. John started to wonder why they had left when however his thoughts were cut short by a loud groan followed by the sound of splintering wood the cabin was starting to give. John now started to sprint away from the bear and just in time as the cabbing collapsed behind the bear then started

Ashley's mascara was already nearing her chin when Keith's baton smacked her left shoulder. It wasn't a painful smack but the impact was far stronger psychologically. For the three months she had known him, he was always there as a guardian for her. He respected her and cared for her, and this was how she repaid him. "It was Tim Tedow though!" she thought but then reflected on her boyfriend's state. He wasn't just panicking, he was genuinely angry at her. All the love that he had had for her was now reduced to hatred. She could see it in his eyes and hear it in his roars. She was nothing to him, and one bullet may very well make her nothing to the rest of the world. With a shivering arm, she reached for the baton and moved the sheets away, exposing her beautiful curves to the two battling men. She sighed and parted her legs, and with tearful eyes she looked at the ceiling. Like a gullible child, she thought that looking away would hide the shame; that they both will be invisible to her. Oh how wrong Ashley was..

Katherine Sky slid quietly along the wall of the silent corridor. Beads of sweat were running down her face and dripping onto the slick floor. As she wiped them away, she checked her watch, for the hundredth time that hour. If she didn’t find it soon, then there was nothing that she could do. She already pictured in her mind, that crazy, sick son of a b*tch ripping off the head of that man, enjoying the blood running down his rough hand. The same hands he had used, all those years back. She had read about this evil man, in the newspaper, in her school textbook, and even on the television. Everywhere she had gone, his name had been mentioned, his sly-looking face staring back at her with a demeanor that spelled “psychopath”. But no image on

Every night, once Shane thought Aase was asleep, she crept downstairs to the basement and hid behind the big black wardrobe, waiting to seize her chance and visit the library when Shane went to the bathroom. Tonight, she went down at precisely ten-thirty. In a mere

“Heather please don’t cry, it kills me. I’m begging you.” I’m shaking slightly trying to stop. He sighs saying, “Heather, I’ve never met anyone who could make me so upset and happy. I feel things for you crazy things that knot inside. I think maybe…”

She started stomping inside, and my stomach dropped below my feet. I walked around, butterflies in my stomach, hoping Elisa wouldn’t tell Mr. Rankin. When she came back outside, and told me to go into Mr. Rankin, the vice principal 's office.