Kathryn Legros: A Short Story

On 05/07/2018 at about 2255 hours, I was dispatched to 113 Frad Ave in reference to a battery that had occurred.

“Ok, I know a great place to go.” She said cheerfully unlike the tone she had earlier. They walked for awhile until they reached a black house with a big window.

On her head, she donned a short, black, and slick bob. She cut her hair that way in order to look classy, even only at certain angles. This morning, it was a struggle to keep the stray hairs in place, so she skipped taking a selfie. She had many times proudly called herself ugly in front of her friends, but can't stand the ugliness she was seeing in her reflection. She wanted to be paler, skinnier, taller...

A long time ago in a land far away, a happy family welcomed young Marsha into the world. She was lively young girl who had an affinity for turkeys in any form. One day, Marsha was playing outside when she noticed a moving van coming down the street. She hoped and prayed that there was a new little girl moving in. A week later the family was moved in, and Marsha was very pleased to see that, in fact, there was a little girl in the family. Her name was Barbara soon to be Barbara Kohls. Marsha and Barb played outside almost every day. However, before they started playing together Barb made Marsha learn all the bones, muscles, and systems in the body. After that she would say, “We need to stretch first, mmkay.”

Nikki walked over to the window and reflected on her dull surroundings. The drizzle rained like walking snakes.

Lenora Smith, a woman of few words, but when she does choose to utter a statement everyone listens. During class, all halted in the wake of the stern hold of voice, holding their breath waiting for her to say who was in trouble. When she returned home, though she still maintains her hard exterior and her disciplinary manner, her true demeanor and kind heart shines through when she surrounded by family and friends. I’ve admired her since I was in pull-ups, she held me at my birth, helped me balance on my two feet as a toddler, and has made sure I haven’t fallen since. Her tough love has molded me into the person I am today and I’m grateful for every word of encouragement, every lecture, and every hug.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two scrawny kittens chasing butterflies, which had jazz music playing in the background and two caring

Amid the repetitive grind of metal-on-metal motion playing out beneath her feet, Lana Stevens, along with the other two-hundred-fifty passengers, arrived in the town of Shadow Falls on Thursday, October 29, 2015. The sun shined bright that early morning, as the passenger train pulled into the station, gradually coming to a stop alongside the newly constructed concrete platform.

“What’re you doing, Ulysses?” Tabitha asks, I look at her, studying her features. Tabitha could be pretty, if it weren’t for her slightly upturned nose and freckles that dot all over her face, not the type that stay in one area the kind that looks like someone spilt a

A hand squeezed her shoulder, she looked at Saitama’s annoyed expression and she knew. She didn’t want to move too much but she looked over her shoulder. Navy blue hair, red lipstick, white pearls.

As she got close enough to speak, she developed a slight, suggestive smile on her

With his gaze, Kian traced the lovely Rosalind’s profile, fascinated by the color of her eyes, a luminous azure fringed with impossibly thick, dark lashes, shimmering pools of adoration fixated on his brother, Eron.

While freeing my arm I can't help but take I look at her face. I slowly lean to her side, very catlike in my delivery. She is beautiful. I try to summarize what kind of person she is; good, Bad? One cannot judge a person's virtue when they are sleeping, for that is the time when a face is truly and always innocent.

"What do you mean?" Katsi stop hearing Calliope’s panicked voice. The grip on Calliope’s hand changed she look up, Katsi’s gaze changed to something more protective.

The first girl I ever knew I loved was odd-eyed. She had one shining briste brown eye and one that was lazy and green. It was india green and vibrant, like full summer foliage, with flecks of gold hidden deep within the iris. It never fully look at you; indeed, it seemed to see beyond you. Mikaela was very pretty, but not in the conventional way. Odd-eyes aside, her front teeth were crooked so that one tooth was slightly pushed out and crossed over the other one. Her face was round, her cheeks full and pink, so that something about her looked vaguely Korean, although she wasn’t. Her nose was broad, with a distinct bump mid bridge. Her eyebrows were dark and thick, and if she let them grow they’d meet in the middle of her brow. Her skin was always sunkissed, a delicate brown, and soft like damp earth.