How To Write A Short Story: Timmy's Mirror

The grasp on the girl’s face grew unbearable, and with teary eyes, her mouth was popped open, the feel of the glass container neck spreading chills throughout her. Burning clear

“The violence of the crash, the noise, the small table overturning, helped bring her out of he shock. She came out slowly, feeling cold and surprised, and she stood for a while blinking at the body, still holding the ridiculous piece of meat tight

Slamming the door once inside, she heard the muffled sounds of her family throughout the house. She tore off her white trench coat, and threw it in front of the wash. She hoped that she would eventually be able to get that mud off the sleeve from the man touching her. It was quiet for a bit, until her family finally realized mom was home. That gave her a few minutes to scrutinize the object. She took it into the kitchen, where the light was

For Timmy his at bat in the last inning in the baseball game was the definition of Confidence. As Timmy walked up to the batter’s box his legs started to shake and his hands got clammy. His heart began to pound. But he wanted to hit in the game winning run. He didn’t want to be the player to get the last out in the district championship. So as Timmy stepped in the batter’s box he heard his dad who never misses a game cheering for him and his team rooting him on. But now when Timmy stepped in the box he had an extra hop in his step he was confident now. As the pitcher pitch the crowd was silent it was a battle between the pitcher and him. When Timmy hit a shot in the gap to score the winning run the crowd roared and his teammates ran on the

A shrill cry echoed in the distance. That was very strange thing to be heard in the quiet apartment Annie lived in.Annie is a very quiet and lonely girl, yet she was also very curious and wanted to help anybody she could. Annie was just getting home from the grocery store. She heard the cry but didn’t think much of it. She got all her groceries up into her apartment and all put away. She decided she would walk down the hall a little and see where the cry came from. She stepped into the hallway and the floorboards creaked under her feet. She pulled the door until it clicked. She started walking down the hallway her footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. She began quietly whistling to herself while rubbing her fingers up along the wall, making a slight scratching sound. She turned the corner to the 0600 hallway. She continued walking down the hall. She reached room 0684, when she heard the crying louder. She immediately stopped whistling and listened closely to the crying. She slowly and quietly put her ear up against the door. As she leaned closer to the door the floor beneath her creaked real loud and echoed through the hall. The crying had paused for only a second and began again. She grabbed the cold metal handle of the apartment door and turned the handle very slowly. As the door opened it creaked and squeaked throughout the quiet apartment. After Annie got the door completely propped open she noticed the lights glistening on the floor. She walked toward the glistening,

The mirror was quite large. It was at least two feet taller than me. Unlike everything else in this place, it was sparkling clean. Everything I knew told me I should leave right now. This was the part in a horror movie where the reflection jumps out the mirror and strangles you. But I didn’t turn away. Instead, I stepped closer. This was the type of adventure I was craving. I touched the cool frame and slowly slid my hand towards the glass. To my surprise, my hand slipped through.

His wife stepped forward with their plates, setting them down without a word. Anything could set him of, and the result would be less than pleasant. They ate in silence, which hung heavily in the air. The boy reached out for his glass, and it tumbled over itself. Each shard seemed to fly on it’s own accord, desperate to escape the

Meanwhile Jessica was trying to find another way out of the building. She could see an opening in the window, so she sprinted over there and opened it fully. She stepped on the edge of it shaking. She could see to the left of her

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

and it closed softly behind me, the blades snick-ing back into their places and the alarm re-engaging behind my back. I looked around, keeping perfectly still with my body pressed into the shadows against the door, my eyes narrowed and my breath coming and going silently through my mouth. The room was bare except for a white block about the size of a

Jolie tried her hardest to remain quiet as she entered the dark, musty basement that smelt like dead animals. The music played loudly, which masked the creaks of the stairs she stepped on. She gripped the broom tightly in her hand. Jolie squinted her eyes around to make out anything that made the music turn on or the loud crashes. Her eyes rested on a man and she tried her hardest not to panic. She quickly, but quietly turned around and walked up the stairs trying to remain calm all the while. When the man started humming along with the violin music she began to cry; she didn’t want to cry. Jolie gripped the railing and the broom slipped from her hand and fell down the stairs. The man jerked around made eye contact with her. He was frowning and then a devilish smirk appeared. She let out the scream she had been holding in for what seemed like forever. Jolie

I never thought someone could feel an attachment to a rock; not unless they had a screw loose. Timmy was not your average fourth grader. He was definitely corky. I remember his face distinctly, as if it were the Mona Lisa or the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. He had green-yellow eyes and freckles splattered across his face like a connect the dots picture. His hair was greasy black, and he sported a Dracula widow’s peak.

For my final project, I have decided to write a short story. First let me introduce charachters in this story;

Timmy is a young boy who has been possessed by a demon. His claim to fame is he locks his victims in his cellar. So far he has captured 5 people but nobody expects it’s him because he is only a small child. His first victim was a man who was floating down on a parachute. Where he landed was in a fountain across the bridge behind his house. The skydiver ran right into the statue in the center of the fountain which knocked him out. Timmy noticing it out of the back window so he grabbed his wagon and began to walk towards the man. Timmy paused for a second then he remembered he wouldn’t be caught because his parents were at work. So he proceeded to put the man in his wagon. While walking towards his house a small plastic card fell out of his pocket, it was his I.D. His name was Walter E. White.

The sharp sound of shattering glass rang in my ears as I jumped down to my living room floor. I looked down to my feet as they were being stabbed with dozens of glass shards. The realization of what happened didn't start until my uncle swooped in to pick me up like I was a feather.