Mr. Gores: A Short Story

The roaring sound of the clock was not helping either. I felt as if mentally there, wherever I was but, physically I was not. I could here voices, sobbing but I could not open my eyes. “she might not wake up for day or hours” was the last thing I heard before darkness took me away.

“Her sleep like an untamed good object, like a soul in a body.” The eloquent and careful description of the daughter sleeping makes each and every person who reads this story feel connected to the scene. The comparison to a soul in a body shows the love behind the mother’s words. That even her daughter sleeping can be such a beautiful, angelic thing in her eyes. Through the description, the author makes the picture perfectly clear, and not just the scene, but what she thinks of her daughter. Since the author describes her daughter in such an angelic way, the love and affection that the mother has for her daughter is unquestionable.

She saw in her dream what was about to happen, looming around her in her unconsciousness, creeping into her when she was asleep, a shadowy premonition of what was coming to shatter her.

The darkness of the night is punctured by the headlights of the car. I look to my left and Violet is driving the car. I drove that day, I’ll never forget. I try to reach out for her, but I can never get to her in time. I stare straight ahead and prepare for what’s coming. To think I could prepare to be jerked through the windshield. Our car crashes the one approaching us from the other lane. I get up and run to Violet. I tell her I’m sorry. I tell her it’ll be alright. Sshe tells me to take good care of Azure. The night is only lit by the flashing emergency lights, which seemed to make Violet’s bloodstains pink and my tears appear white. Her blue eyes fade to gray and her soul leaves her body. It’s all my fault.

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

I sit in front of Sarah, a body covered in a large yellow sheet. I asked her Why Sarah? Why? I knew in my head she was not going to answer this, but my heart was still convinced that we could have one last

And louder. It was a little familiar. Slowly my eyes opened. Sunlight shone into my eyes and the sound of my alarm clock pervaded my senses. I lay paralysed in bed with sweat covering me from head to toe, grateful to God that it had all just been an intense

Which seemed crazy because she was just a girl in a dream. I didn’t even know what she looked like. I had been having the dream for months, but in all that time I had never seen her face, or I couldn’t remember it. All I knew was that I had the same sick feeling inside every time I lost her. She slipped through my fingers, and my stomach dropped right out of me—the way you feel when you’re on a roller coaster and the car takes a big drop.

The diffused light became a blinding glare as Toni swam back to the surface of reality. Her head felt as if it were being pounded with a sledgehammer. There was a thick silence around her, broken only by a steady beeping sound in the background. She vaguely felt numerous tubes and needles poking into her body.

When I walked into her room the vibe felt like a punch in the face, it was just awful. The vibe was like a thick fog, clouding up the room with pain and sickness, altering reality. With every step into the room I took the room got darker and greyer. When I saw her, I knew that death was coming for her. She had gone from the beautiful green-eyed blonde I knew to a

I opened my eyes to see nurses and doctors around my bedside. The bliss and serenity I had felt in the moments before... seemed to be the contentment they felt at the moment I opened my eyes. I had just survived a "Code

“Yeah.” Agent Powell picked up on Roger’s logic turned on its head: ran off with another woman trumps kidnapped. “I’m not in a position to make that call with certainty,” Agent Powell retorted. Roger read his demeanor for veracity.

A thought crossed my mind: I didn't even know if she were still alive. I knew only one thing—which I have learned well by now: Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self.

Again, it jumped to another part of the dream. I stood in front of the year 7s as I waited patiently for my buddy. A short Asian girl with two pig tails skipped out from the crowd towards me, I recognised who she was immediately, Jessie. She was from my primary school, a year 3 student when I graduated. Her round brown eyes stared at me as she smiled and greeted me, it seemed like she doesn’t know me as she introduced herself. I had flashed a slight smile back before looking at another faceless teacher for further instructions. The teacher advanced towards us, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor echoed across the foyer, stopping

I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…