Jevvon: A Short Story

saying to her while she was in a coma. She said that she hated him because he made a promise that made her choose between him over her family. He starts yelling at himself on the bridge as she walks off. He tries to accept everything and walks off, but then a little later she comes running to him crying and he asks her how she knew. The both of them end up going back to her place to sleep and to talk about

“I’m sorry to ask this again Ms.Fink, but could you please restate what happened the night of the murders?” I knew what they were doing. It didn’t take a mastermind to figure out that they are trying to pin the murders on me, anyone who had ever watched a crime show in their life would have caught on. “I got home from work, my mom was cooking in the kitchen, my dad was watching football in the living room, and my sister and brother were wrestling down the stairs. I hopped into the shower and began to sing, just as I always do. The yelling and screaming grew louder, but I just figured that mom and dad were fighting again. After I finished showering, to my disbelief my sister was lying dead, surrounded by her own blood, on the floor. A few steps and there was my brother, also dead. By then time had

It has been at least an hour and a half since the attack. She does not remember anything that happened. She slowly get up and reaches for the doorknob. A sudden shot of pain went up her arm. Blood then started dripping from her hand. She had been cut. A knife stabbed her in her hand. “Ow.”, She then blacks out.

“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.

Leaving her room she was about to enter Rin’s room when she heard a tiny whimper and a shuffling in the bathroom down the hallway. Saskia bolted for the bathroom, the hallway never felt so long to her before. As she was about to enter the bathroom a man, a strong, tall, and very well built man ran out of the bathroom running toward the window at the end of the hall. Saskia griped her knife and lunged at him, but apparently missed because he succeeded in jumping out the window with a practically a perfect landing and ran. Too concerned for her sister’s wellbeing Saskia ignored the broken window and the man and whipped into the bathroom to find her sister lying on the bathroom floor looking just like what her mother did that night, eyes staring at the ceiling as if all the life had been drained out. Kneeling down next to her sister Saskia started to sob profusely. She couldn’t stop. Pulling Rin up into her arms, she thought. Her only sister, her only family left is now gone. She continued sobbing, then she stopped, it was unmistakable. Rin’s body was smothered in the scent of the man that killed their parents, but why would that murderer have come back? Was he trying to finish off something that he started, if so why didn’t he kill me? Looking at her knife she noticed it had blood on it, apparently she did manage in taking a

Megan looked at me, we had both finished our food. “Let’s go home.” I say, and she nods. We walk out to her car, and drive back to Ruddy Duck Farm. We walk up to the house, and we see my parents, and Megan’s standing inside with a variety of expressions stuck on their face. Shocked. Sad. Some are crying. “Mom? Dad?” I say, confused. “What’s going on?” My mom is too hysterical to answer. My dad silently hands me a letter, and as soon as i read it my heart and everything else sinks. Eric had been murdered. Not just by anyone, but by Mr Fraser. No wonder I had such a bad feeling today. Mr Fraser had escaped, and since he couldn't come back here to get revenge, he went to Toronto to find Eric. He had murdered him. I couldn't find the words, or the actions. My brother and best friend. Someone I had known for so long gone forever. Half of me didn't believe it, half of me would do anything for one second of time with him.

Jonathan is battling with depression and he is trying to use drugs and alcohol to mask his thoughts of worthlessness. The morning of 9/11, he is shocked by the news just like everybody else but when he goes to donate blood, he realizes that he still has drugs in his blood from the night before. But since they didn’t need any blood, he felt relieved, but feeling that made him more guilty about himself. He then gets asked by his neighbor to help her go to the city to say goodbye to her husband. They go downtown and as they are walking and looking for a morgue, he is weirded out by everything that his going on. He goes on to say, “We started walking east towards Bellevue. I remember we passed a restaurant where some people were outside eating. It was so strange, the world seemingly

The shift of Jim’s mentality was attention grabbing; Like Jim, Jay’s demeanor does change as well. For Jay, it started off with a hit and run call on Christmas Eve. When Jay arrived at the hospital, the body of a three-year-old boy was slowly fading. They boy had been at a relative’s house and ran across the street to his father, who was warming up the car. But instead of reaching

Ashley repeatedly screamed, over and over again. She did not know if she would die or if she would make it out alive anymore. She doesn’t know what day it was, nor why it happened. But all she knew was that It wasn’t a maniacal serial killer or kidnapper that took her. It was one of her best friends. The only questions left is, Which one? moreover, Ashley was tied to a pole in a dirty, dark, and wet basement. She heard the door to the basement open and there stood the person who’d taken her. She was abruptly silent before asking “Why did you kidnap me? Why are pretending to help find me? why?”. After a brief pause the person said “because you deserve this” the person slowly walked up to Ashley and kneeled down before proceeding “Everything that happens to you from now on…you deserve it”. “What did I, ever, do to you, to deserve this? what Mycah?!” I, however, jolted awake from my nap, realizing that I was still in 2nd periods’ math class. “What’s with you Jordan?” Brittany asked. “what? oh nothing, just a weird dream is all” I said before finishing my math

The next day at practice I did not even want to go outside. It was raining again and I knew I was in for some mean looks from my four by four team. You ready to go outside. Daniel held into the locker room, No I mumbled back. It was a learning experience Janye there will be another meet. What if I never get to run that event again, the coach y thinks I am terrible. We have to go out there and stay focused and be better than were yesterday all we can do is try right. I gave her side because that was the same exact thing I said to her the other day. She pulled me up and we walked towards the track. I when we reached the poly track the coach came over to talk to me about the awful hand over. I stopped him before he could lecture me on the importance

I told my mom to stay outside. I went to open the door but he locked the door. I knocked hard and when he turned and looked over his shoulder he was grinning as he taunted me and my mom. “LET US IN YOU OLD MAN” I screamed. “Mom give me the key” I sighed. I tried to put the key in the slot except the old man changed the lock. He shook the old key tauntingly right in front of us in the front door. He was so close in fact that his nose was almost touching the glass and I could see his breath on the door window. He was so busy taunting that by the time he realized what was happening, I lifted up from under a broken door, broke his arm, and then grabbed my knife out of my pocket. He tried to swing with his good arm but I grabbed it, slammed it on the table and stabbed my knife into his hand. He screamed like a zebra with broken and broke vocal cords. “Now what did I say about you leaving or else you’d be in that full body cast?” I asked in a hostel whisper. His hand was covered in dark red blood and he had tears in his eyes. “LET ME GO YOU CRAZY LITTLE-” He didn’t get to finish because my mom screamed, “ENOUGH MIRA JUST GET YOUR STUFF. AND YOU SIR NEED TO GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY GO TO THE HOSPITAL, AND DON'T COME

“I am going to cut you off there. No one did this to me I tripped and fell on to the edge of the trashcan I started bleeding. I was on my way here when I guess I passed out.” She looked down at me frowning. No she looked like she felt bad I could tell she was suspicious, but I did not care I got up said “ Thank you for the help,” and walked out the door. As I got out onto the street I started to think about how much I hated this. It hurt so much. It had months since he had gone home even mildly happy. Everyday he was tormented by Dickey for being himself. For not being like everybody else. For being straight.

“Quality of performance in Rollers that James and I breed for or look for is the same, but that’s not the only passion James has. He also takes the color that he wants and makes it spin. He takes spin and makes it a color, if that makes any sense to you. Not many people can understand what James has been doing with his Rollers. He doesn’t take a certain color and teach them how to spin; he takes the spin and adds color to it. I was never interested in doing that because James made it too easy for me. Let me tell you a story: One day, I asked James how to make an andalusian color. He said: ‘just breed an indigo with a spread black. Half of what you breed should be andalusion and the other half should be black’. Well, he was right the first bird I raised was half andalusion half spread, you know one of those mosaic birds.

Suddenly, a small shadow in the corner of Billy’s eye drew his attention to the end of the corridor. His face now riddled with fear as the shadow quickly disappeared to the right. As he slowly approached the corner—the lights started to flicker. His palms started to sweat. His legs felt weak. Billy’s fingers were slipping off the handle bars; forcing him to grip even tighter. Before he could blink he had to make a sharp right turn. With the lights still flickering—it was hard to

It is a pleasure to meet you. It is nice to see someone else from South Carolina in the class. Yes I know you have some busy and never dull moment and days with your kids. I truly enjoy those moments when my children were at the same age. Like you I am studying public health and I hope to teach to others how to live a better lifestyle in my community.