Short Story: A Fictional Narrative

After months and months of preparing for the big race, the day has finally come. It was a perfect summer day, when Ronald Raptor and his friends Tiffany, Travis, and Barbra strolled up to the Blaze’n Race’n Track. Someone else was walking up too, a ginormous, mean, green, dinosaur named Tyrone the T-rex. Just a glance in his direction makes the hairs on the back of your neck spike up, but he was jealous of Ronald. To sum it up, Ronald wins at life, he has friends , he’s cool, and he beats Tyrone every year. “But, this year would be different” Tyrone thought with a evil smirk on his face, “I have a plan”. Interrupting Tyrone’s mastermind plot was Ronald’s laugh, making him remember how lonely he was, but nevermind that. It was time to start.

It was a cool, rainy October night. The wind slightly blowing against shaking trees causing autumn leaves to drift in the air. The rain pitter-pattered on parked cars as if it was a song. The air was still crisp. It was around 11 o’clock at night when Maddie was walking home from her night job at Lucy’s Cafe. She normally took the bus, but tonight she had to close and the buses don’t run that late. She figured it was only a mile, she could just walk home. The sound of the rain got louder, the rain was getting harder and the wind getting more vicious. She knew something was off. She began to hear sounds of puddles being walked through on the sidewalk behind her. She slowly turned around, but no one was there. She speeded up her pace and kept walking forward, determined to get home. She began to hear footsteps on the cold, wet road this time. She quickly put her phone in her hand about to call her mother. She knew someone was behind her. Just as she started to run, she quickly felt a cold rush through her spine. It felt as though she had been turned to ice. Maddie’s legs became weak and she couldn’t stand. Everything went blurry, then black.

With small, careful movements, Pax rolled onto his side and bent his legs. Without Xochi’s touch, his body was settling down.

“Well, believe it or not, it’s true.” Dean’s voice was low as he let go of her arm and leaned back on the couch. “Though I guess my timing isn’t the best for it to sound sincere.”

“I think you need to be able to stand up under your own power. This will loosen your form.”

“Excellent stance,” he observed, taking a step back. “By the way, how old are you, Joan?”

Billy set his cup down slowly on the table and stared at his landlady. She smiled back at him, and then she put out one of her white hands and patted him comfortingly on the knee. “How old are you, my dear?” she asked.

“Yes!” Luke was fighting to keep from screaming at the older man, his voice coming out in a hiss instead of a yell.

A small chuckle escaped James lips and he scratched his neck. “Seems like we'll have to relive the past for a little while here.”

I nodded my head deftly as he held me in his arms. He only needed one as I sat there in his grip. I almost felt like a child being held like that, sitting on his arm.

“I’m glad you noticed. Now let’s get down to business. How long are we talking about?”

I was a bit under seven when I was found. They had come with guns and flamethrowers, against my village’s spears and stone swords, but the members of our struggling village put up a good fight, but not for long. Us children were snagged up like leaves in the wind, and carried away. Most were knocking out by their captors to stop their screaming, I pretended to be as well, I was terrified to be hit in the head with one of their clubs.

Jaycee leaned back in her chair and raised her feet on her desk. They were still slightly swollen, and

Tom was nice. One night at dinner, he promised to explain the joke to me.

“So are we still doing this tomorrow ot sunrise”?Garnet whispered over my shoulder.”Yes, now stop bothering me about it.”I said as she roughly shoved Garnet towards the Town square. We are orphans and thieves and we pick pockets. They call us scum, rubbish, and menaces to society but this is what we have to do to survive. We make our way through the crowd grabbing watches, money, and anything we think is worth something. When we get to the fountain in the middle of the square I scan the crowd for a familiar patch of red hair. Her red locks shine as Jane makes threads her way through the morning crowd. “Why di-” I start as she grabs my wrist with an iron grip and yanks me to the alleyway between the supply store and the inn. “Shhh!” she whisper yells as she spits in my face. She drags me into one of our secret passages and turns to face me. I gaze back the way we came as a dozen guards trotted past and Garnet slips into the alleyway opposite of us. “You're welcome!”Jane hisses at me. I grunt back at her as I scratch the scar on my wrist. The scar was given to me by an officer. It was supposed to remind me never to steal but it only ever reminds me never to get caught. “How much did you get today?” jane questioned looking at my pockets. “Not much”.I say but she’s known me too long and she knows i’m lying. I sigh and roll my eyes.”Enough! Okay, I got enough.Geez.” I say as she looks me up and down. “Good” she says as she turns to head down the tunnel. I follow her down to the