Marla, You Have To Move: A Short Story

In the story ¨ Your Move” by Eve Bunting James is the main character and has a little brother Isaac.James wants to be in the ¨ K-bones club¨, but it’s a risky thing because he is responsible for his six year old brother.His mom is at work and his dad is gone, so he is the only one that can watch Isaac. James starts off trying to be cool with the K-bones, but then starts to understand he did something wrong and is nicer to Isaac, towards the end.

“THe shadows around me roused themselves as if from a deep sleep and left silently in every direction”

She felt a chill run down her spine as she had a sense that someone was watching her from afar. Slowly turning to look behind her, she looked out in the distance of the woods by her house. When she felt certain that no one was there she proceeded the rest of the way to her front door.

Complete silence. Terror seized control, and she ran at breakneck speed until reaching the safety of the open air. Adrenaline pumping through her blood, she stood beside the car gulping in short, shaky breaths.

She quickly reached her hands over her head to protect herself from the pain she would soon endure. She squeezed her eyes so tight, trying to keep herself from crying in her last moments alive.

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.

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.

There was a blanket of darkness in the room; as if someone had woven the sky into a dark cloth and spread it over the room. It was cold. Colder than the frostbite slowly inching up Robert Peary’s leg. An icy blue flame was flickering above the wick of a well-used candle. The misty shade of purple from the curtains filled the room with a bleak atmosphere. On top of a wooden drinks cabinet sat a wireless whispering in the background of the room.

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

She pounded on the wall and screamed at the top of her lungs, but eventually after her anger was unleashed she felt that it was futile and started to bite her tongue while tearing up.

Lystra awoke to the sounds of death. Sitting up, she was surrounded by the other Deceived in the alcove as they stared at the Unable. In lines, some were shot; others were pushed through another door. Lystra didn’t watch, not at first, but held her hands to her ears, and counted the pairs of shoes she saw in front of her. The sound of shooting stopped soon enough, and the others in the alcove eventually lost interest. Some sat, some paced, others huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves.

Mouth opening ever so slightly, she was overcome with another bout of queasiness and shot to her side, heaving up another revolting mess of warm, thick blood. The makeshift bed she was lying on was somewhat comforting despite the full scale of her symptoms.

A single candle light dimly shined within the windowless room that hauntingly brimmed pitch black. I couldn’t see my hands in front my face. Did I even have hands then? I wonder. “It’s so dark,” I said in a voice that was foreign to my tongue. I couldn’t identify myself within the grand shadow

Jessica just moved out of her hometown to move to Florida. Her mother enrolled her to a local High School from where she lives. She was very excited to go because she wanted to make new friends and have a fresh start. She is very pretty and outgoing so she instantly made friends and had got the attention of almost all the football team. Katie the caption of the cheerleader did not like her because she thought Jessica was going to take her boyfriend. She told her friends to tweet about Jessica and say mean stuff about her so Jessica can move back. Her friends listen and told other people to say bad things about Jessica. People soon stopped hanging out with her and she was devastated. Everyday their will be people commenting and saying hurtful

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.