Liz Court: A Short Story

Driving home, everything that Lilarose heard was about the attack. She was calling her mom to gather a bit of information, but all her mom did was cry over the phone. “But they had seen it, but I had not had a visual,” Lilarose indicated. But when she got home and saw it, that is when she realized the horror of the situation.

Malessica giggled taking a bite out of her pizza. Isaac continued to eat his slice of pizza, starting to think about the night before. Though he was in a crowded environment, he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he wasn’t completely safe. Malessica noticed that Gerard had been taking a while to find them, taking out her cell phone. Calling Gerard’s phone, she heard it ring a few times before it went to voicemail. Something was completely off, which started to worry her somewhat. Isaac remained deep in thought, before hearing Malessica call his name.

From New York Times Bestselling author Lori Handeland, comes a short story in her urban fantasy world, The Phoenix Chronicles.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

The last thing she could remember was, walking outside to get some fresh air, but a snap of a twig, had made her feel suspicious. When she had turned around, she was afraid of what she might see, but that was the opposite of what she felt when she saw Cam Wallace.

but apparently she had to get used to it. Liz's dad had died when she was 8,every since then Liz and her family haven’t been the same. Her mom started leaving for her work a lot more and taking more jobs that she has to travel around the world for. Liz felt alone she would come home to none after school. She missed her mom and dad,she missed getting hugs from her family when she came home from school.

The three girls are on their way to the party when out of nowhere Talia slams on the brakes. " Why did you do that," asked Allie. " Didn't you see that," questioned Talia in a terrified voice. " Uh, no," responded Allie. " What did you see," asked Kaylee. " I don't know, but what I do know is that it was tall and looked like a dark figure, it had a black mist surrounding it," replied Talia as she started the car again. Every one was silent until they got to the party. When they get inside they see a bunch of decorations, and surprisingly everyone they knew was there also. Talia still didn't trust the fact that it was on a forbidden road.

It was a very hot day in the middle of August, one that was so oppressively humid that the air felt like a blanket, which was why Lillie Everette, momentarily confused, awoke because she remembered kicking the sheets off her bed in the middle of the night. She yawned, then got dressed excitedly. She needed get ready for the Hide and Seek game that was starting soon. She had promised her friends that she wouldn’t sleep through this one like she had for the last game. She was about to run through her front door when she hears her parents talking.

“Where should we walk to?” I asked. “I don’t know” said Megan. Elizabeth chimed in saying “let’s just walk around seeing where we end up.” The three of us walked around, and ended up at the playground at Olmsted Elementary School. It was chilly out, but you only needed a sweatshirt. The playground was spooky at night. It felt like someone was hiding waiting for

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

I never knew my mother. Her name was Blythe. Blythe Elizabeth Lopez was her full name. She died the day I was born. But she did it for me. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be alive. This is the story of my family’s experience.

Though, the two texts use a different style of writing - Text 1 (a), an excerpt from the novel White Noise, and Text 1 (b), an excerpt from the essay collection of Travels with Lizbeth: Three Years on the Road and on the Streets, titled “My Daily Dives in the Dumpster” - they share the common theme of garbage, and a common purpose that shows how garbage can be seen in a different light. Text (a) was written by Don DeLillo in 1984, and starts with the narrator in his kitchen looking through his refrigerator, and then moves onto him taking his garbage out into the garage. It is once he is in there that he rummages through his garbage, pondering the contents. In the excerpt, the narrator is the only person present, which adds to the dark, mysterious

Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. Me ( SaMaya ) and my friends were going to see my mother but it was night time. My mother had died last year on this day may 10th. “ SaMaya I think someone is watching us, said julia.” I thought julia was lying because yesterday she told me the same thing. Nobody was watching us yesterday, so why would they watch us now ?. The reason why we came to the graveyard at dark because I had ran away and wanted nobody to see me . After a couple of minutes we left because julia was scared.

Homecoming night. As I waited for Liam to show up I paced back and forth. "Sissy you're still here?" Jace asked me. "Yes bubba. I'm waiting on Liam."I said firmly. "Liams coming?" he screamed. "Just to pick me up Jace." I said annoyed. He ran out, I felt a little bad. Jace and Sadie loved Liam, and Liam loved them. As I stopped mid thought I heard a horn honking. "Liams here!" Jace came running back into the family room where I hugged him and my younger sister. "Sorry i'm a little late." Liam apologized. "It's okay." I affirmed. As we drove in silence to the school I decided to break the silence. "Liam," I whispered, "there something I have to tell you." "What's wrong Analise?" he questioned. "I've been seeing things." I admitted. "Like what kind of things?" he asked. "I have seen shadows of things watching me," I shuffled as I said it " I don't know if I want to go to Homecoming." "That's fine we can go back to your house and watch movies." "Thanks for understanding Liam." I

Some of my favorite memories are of my mom, older sister and me, dancing around the kitchen, laughing, sharing memories, listening to Bachata and reading recipes. Some days my family and I baked cakes together and laughed with flour all over our faces. Other days, the loud sounds weren’t of laughter, but arguments with family. “Lizmery, tu sabe to el esfuerzo que yo eh hecho por ti y tu hermana, que te esta pasando?” “Lizmery, you know how hard I’ve worked to give you and your sister everything! What is going on?” My mom asked this every time she received my middle school report cards which exposed my failing grades. My mom arrived to the United States in 1999, alone and pregnant with me. She started working at Gondres Bakery in Jamaica Plain using her mother’s recipes to make cakes for the Dominican Community and create a better life for my older sister and me.