Rylee: A Case History Of Short Story

I then spoke with Bombard. I asked Bombard what had happened. Bombard said since last night her store had been receiving harassment phone calls from a 323----- telephone number. Bombard estimated the harassment phone calls to be around 15 times.

On an early Monday morning the sun rises over a small house located in a quiet town by the name of Old City of Rhoads in Greece. When the sun hits the small house, the house looks even smaller and the shadow of the house outlines the old looking torn apart boards holding the roof together. Even though this house looks old and small everyone in the town knows the story behind the man who used to live there, and the family who lives there now. The man who build and used to live in the house went by the name of Floyd Blackwood. Floyd was a master fisher man and would bring food to the town for family’s to buy and eat, because the town of Old City of Rhoads has always had a shortage of livestock. Floyd was basically a hero. He would spend his nights fishing, and his days building a house for him, his wife, and son. One day Floyd finished the house. And while his wife and son were settling in he decided to go fishing on his boat. Floyd went out to sea and started fishing but, before he could even realize how late it was and turn around he was trapped in a sea storm and did not make it out alive. The small house is now owned by Floyd’s wife, violet who lives with her now 17- year old son John.

Supper was always at six o’clock. Our one meal of the day, the highlight of our day. One stale slice of bread and one small pot of cold rice some suspected wasn’t even rice. A cup of water was also allowed to aid in washing down the miniscule amount of putrid food. Drinking the water thought could cause typhus. Supper was never a sufficient amount of food but it kept us breathing and denied us the energy we needed to attempt or even plan an escape. That was all the guards really wanted. Supper lasted around fifteen minutes although no one had a watch to properly time it. No one even knew what month it was; we just guessed it was autumn.

It all started when Niki and her family went to go spend the weekend in a cottage on a lake. This cottage was very old and creepy. When the family got there Niki immediately had a horrible feeling about it. Niki never really worried much, but she worried about a lot of things on this vacation.

It was an absolute disaster. I pinch my face in disgust as I pick up one of the gooey clumps that were supposed to resemble sugar cookies.

Benjamin awoke on a dreary Monday morning to a note on the kitchen counter. He read it aloud, “Benjamin, our time together is one I’ll cherish; however, we are holding each other back. Our decisions, while freeing, kept us from our full potential. I’m sorry, I know this will be difficult, but it is for the best.” Benjamin sat down, holding the note in his trembling hands, unable to put his thoughts together he sat there. Memories of his final summer at home floated through his mind, his thoughts drifting as if he were back in his family pool avoiding Mrs. Robinson and his parents. Benjamin jolted back to reality, looking at his watch he realized he had been sitting there for hours. Still nothing seemed important, the note now lay on the floor. Benjamin picked it up, glanced at it once more and crumpled it up. Benjamin looked around, studying his mediocre apartment, the view of a dimly lit suburban San Francisco street stirred something up, deep inside Benjamin. He immediately began packing, forgetting all responsibilities he had. Benjamin realized Elaine may have been right, he had settled, his life with her, while enjoyable, was not his full potential. He had the idea, only for a millisecond, that leaving San Francisco was the best thing for him; like his entire life once he got an idea of his own in his head there was no stopping him. The next morning Benjamin awoke early, he grabbed his bags and left. Leaving behind what he saw as a waste of three years, and any memories

The undertone of bleach hung in the air as Agnes listened to countdown on the Motorola radio, blasting Bay City Rollers. She looked up at the polystyrene tiled ceiling and stood up ready for the evening shift. As she walked along the slate grey floor of the emergency ward the afternoon sun streamed in the west-facing windows, abrasive on Agnes's mahogany eyes, like she hadn't seen sunlight in days.

It's three in the morning. THREE in the freaking morning on a Sunday. A school night and I still can't come up with a plot for my short story.

The story opens to a local park the kids are all in their own little world hanging out with each other. Kameron is not at the park he is working since it’s only him and Kory.

At first, she could see nothing but smoke. Then, from the center of all the vapors she heard with her enhanced senses a cry in pain. Without thinking twice, she ran towards the source of it until she reached a terrified child with a burn on his leg. She started to drag the boy away from the smoke and flames, but yelped when the fire jumped out at her. But, she persevered and made it to the street with the child in hand. When she got a closer look at him, she realized that he could have only been no older than 6 or 7 years old. Then, she looked closer at his leg. Taking a deep breath, she touched the unbroken skin next to the wound and willed her power to heal the burn. A strange sensation filled her fingers and when she looked back down, scar tissue had replaced the angry, red burn. “Do you know where your parent is?,” she asked him.

It was a summer day in July, the sun was shining bright and you could see the heat waves in the air. My friends Caleb, Javon, and I were heading to the mall. We were there for five minutes when we heard someone yell “Stop!” We turned and saw it was an officer, before we knew it we were all running. Caleb was in front with me and Javon trailing. I turned to look back at the officer he was overweight and his white uniform was already sticking to his body due to him sweating. We turned a corner and went inside a bathroom. We all looked at each other and started laughing. “Why’d you run?” I asked Caleb

She shouted “What's going on” before lightly landing on a patch of bright green grass.

“Ugh, go away!”,yelled Sarah to her little brother. Wait you don't know who these people are, well then let me introduce them to you.This story is about a little family who lived in a small house in New York City. This family consisted of the mom, the dad, Sarah the big sister who we were just talking about, and Sammy the little brother which we were also talking about. Anyway, Sarah is a sixteen-year-old girl who loves music, talking to her friends, and being on social media. Sammy, on the other hand, is a seven-year-old boy who loves magic, talking to his sister, and socializing with everyone around him. As I said Sammy loves talking to his sister and this is where the problem of the story comes in.

Arya was casually sitting on her bed playing games random on her phone, waiting for her roommate, Annie, to come back to their two roomed apartment from work. All the sudden a ringing sound came from their house phone, which they use for emergencies. The phone was oddly covered in dust, as if they haven’t used the phone since it came out of its box. Arya got up in shock. Unknown caller showed up on the phone when she reached for it.

When you watch superhero movies and read comic books you think “that's crazy” and “that stuff would never happen” but what I am about to tell you did happen and it all started on a early saturday morning around 9:30 am.