Jedediah Short Stories

A stillness settled around them, all the hospital sounds fading into the background as the enormity of Tom’s admission finally hit home. The dark-haired officer rose to his feet, his movements slow and clumsy. But as a surge of adrenaline secreted into his system, his eyes darted wildly around him and the sudden need to escape the close confines of the room overwhelmed him. “I can’t...I...I’ve gotta go!” he blurted out, and spinning around, he stumbled out the door, hot blinding tears blurring his

With each impingement, he angrily moaned at his assailants. And, there was even one point in the short film… one moment where you could see him clearly… for just a second or two, an image that burrowed its way into my mind. His harrowed face, the jaundice of his skin, and sunken eyes. He reminded me of my grandfather in the last few days of his life before pancreatic cancer had taken him. How he had become a shell of what he had once been, a blackening peel decomposing before our very eyes.

I stood petrified. What had happened to me? My father had just been struck, in front of me, and I had not even blinked. I had watched and kept silent. Only yesterday, I would have dug my nails into this criminal's flesh. Had I changed that much? So fast? Remorse began to gnaw at me. All I could think was: I shall never forgive them for this.

“ I threw myself on his body. He was cold. I slapped him . I rubbed his hands crying. And i started to hit him harder and harder.

Isaac stood there, not able to move a muscle. He kept eye contact with her as he continued shaking. He started breaking into sweats wondering why he wasn’t able to move. One of the men unlocked the cell door, letting Renee

The malicious brute towered above my shaking, hunched figure like a ravenous vulture preying on an impotent carrion. His dark skin tone gave him the essence of an unforgiving night. The eyes of my father were flared with the anger that was rising inside of him. The duplicitous smile that commonly plastered the

“No, you can’t, I-I didn’t do anything wrong. Please!” my voice rose, full of terror and regret. I looked over at the royal family, to the girl in the silver and purple dress, as if she could help me out of this situation. She simply blinked back at me. Rage churned in my stomach.

Three boisterous knocks echoed against the walls of my cell as my security guard proceeded to let himself in. The tight grip of the guards hands on my bare skin sent blood pulsating up my entire arm as we made our way down the musty, gray corridor to the television

She ran to her and bathed her in the concern that only a mother could conjure. My hands were still frozen to my pistol. I had been holding my breath. The gasp the crawled from my throat had reanimated me. I lowered my firearm and stepped forward. She had taken to her knees and coddled her daughter. Holding her tight, sobbing through words of comfort. I contemplated reaching out to her, making an attempt to reassure her, letting her know shes not alone but my attention was drawn to Mr. Jenkins. His incoherent mumbling rang with remorse.

Terrifying shrieks filled the air as dark blood trickled down his body. He lay on the road, worn down, the blood staining his clothes, creating a stream down the road. He thought of his life, why he hadn’t realized what horrible acts he had committed. He thought why he had to be a fireman. He thought why was there no good in this world. He lay there waiting for his final seconds to quickly pass. “Farewell,

Elis pulled at the bandages over his arm and peeking up his neck. He walked through the halls of the medical ward until he found the room he was searching for. He hesitated, hands shaking and bile rising in his throat. His eyes were still red, as was the rest of his face. The constant rubbing made his skin raw and painful, the scrapes not helping any. He recalled the advice from that night, not to get too focused. It was lessoned he learned the hard way

He averted his gaze when she straddled him. Her hand rubbed down the center of his chest to his stomach. Then Raven cleared his throat. She sighed, dug out the bullet, and then injected the rest of the serum into his shoulder.

“No because,that is pretty risky if we get caught we will go to jail for life.”

“I’ll kill ya,” the words rattled my body and I felt my knees collapse beneath me. The Negro sprinted out and my father clomped in as fast as his drunken brain would allow him to move. At that moment, my perfectly orchestrated plan crashed into a million pieces. The anticipation I built up for a year transformed into shame and sheer terror. My father advanced upon me, and my face conceded to the impact of his fist. A tirade of bottled up anger flew out of his whiskey smelling mouth with phrases I would never repeat as long as I lived. Eventually fatigue triumphed over his punches, and he stumbled out of the room to chug down a bottle of whiskey.

I knew that at that moment something wrong and terrible was about to happen. All I said was, “Okay”, and I braced myself for what was about to happen. He fixed his eyes on the road again, and then looked back at me with a sorrowful look on his face that made his face look contorted, this is how I knew that I wasn’t going to like what he was going to say at all. He opened his mouth once, but nothing came out. He opened it the same way again, only this time the words came spilling out of his mouth.