Short Story : A Story

She had a small, black Focus: great for gas mileage, bad for space. The backseat was a fusion of duffle bags, grocery bags, and ugly gray upholstery, but the mountain blended in with Heather’s already messy car. Digging through the sea of shoes, clothes, and snacks, Heather adamantly felt around for her phone that she mistakenly piled some 12-pack of pop or the first of her makeups bags onto. Once retrieved, she fumbled through songs on her iPhone before she grew impatient and gave the horn a gentle nudge to alert Maddie that she was still outside. This was met by some other student yelling “fuck you” out the window, as if any college student was asleep at 1 a.m on a Friday night.

“I hope you're hungry, there's enough pasta to feed a tiny village. Granted, Mary Margaret will probably eat all of it,” he chuckled.

Toast Malone was hobbling down Ban Creek Road. With each step, the ground moaned and shuddered in pain. He did not have a lot of friends and was not good at watching his health. He you even kept a miscellaneous amount of chocolates in his room. He suffered through physical activity and, as a result did not do it often. He was the polar opposite of robust. Most of the time, he was a completely stationary object. He had poor self esteem and was constantly ridiculed and nobody would intervene disrespectful activity. He had had enough of it. The reason he was walking on Ban Creek road was because he was headed to Planet Fitness.

“Yes. Perhaps that would be the best idea,” Monsieur Roden agreed, looking from one of them to the other.

Sunlight shined through the bar windows of the cell. It was quite an eerie feeling and it never went away. How sunlight shined but it was still dark no matter which corner you turn and the noises, the noises of those who are screaming for someone to get them out but no one heard them. No one ever does. There were many cells but in one cell, lying on the ground, was Clarisse McClellan.

It was 11:45 PM and I wasn’t not home. I was at my grandparents’ house waiting for a call from my mom or dad. My little brother was with me the whole time. It’s late at night and everyone’s sound asleep except for me. I couldn’t sleep, at least not until I received a call from my dad. Every five minutes I would text him; “ Anything new?”, and the answer; “ Not yet, no, or nothing.”

Every chapter is someone else’s story, a story that like life, intertwines and mingles with other stories. Taking from a small town in 1952 was brother and sister pair Abdullah and Pari. Abdullah was the older brother, who loved his father and mother very much. When Pari birth killed their mother, Abdullah took on the role of big brother very seriously, as he was Pari’s protector. When their father remarried to Parwana, who gave birth to son Iqbal, Abdullah know that he and Pari would never stand equal to their mother’s true son. With a father who works all day to support their family, Abdullah takes the role of father, mother and brother to Pari. Not that he minded, as in his world the sun rises and set on Pari. Pari made Abdullah promise that they would grow old, living in their own houses that are next door: “From the front of the wagon, she turned to look at him. Do you promise, Aboolah? For always and always” (27). On their way to visit Parwana’s brother Nabi and his employers in Kabul. What Abdullah did not know was this was the last time he would see Pari. His father made a deal with Nabi’s employer, Mr. Wahdati and his infertile wife, that in exchange for Pari as a daughter, that they would provide her a better life then he could ever give her. Abdullah too young to realize that his father did was best for Pari, was shock and horror, as they leave Kabul to go back to their village without his sun.

A few grains of sand tickled their way down her skin as Meghan took off her goggles. The desert stretched out beyond the horizon. The larger dunes looked like mountains in the late noon sun. As the sand continued to works its way down to the ground, she felt her skin prickle up, causing her to run a hand across her arm. Those bumps reminded her the cold.

Jaune felt terrible. After seeing his teammate vomiting in the bathroom and being told she was running a 101°F fever he knew she was sick. And he felt responsible. The only thing that could cause her to get so sick so fast would be the weather at the cabin. It was much colder than in Vale and her had forgotten to warn his team about it. And now one of them was sick. Jacqueline said that it was just a stomach bug, but he still felt bad. Ruby had gotten sick last night while he was bunking with team PLNR. he didn’t hear her rather Weiss came and got him because Ruby was asking for him. There was no way that he could turn her down. She was sick and miserable and she had asked for him. So he went and ended up holding her hair as she threw up in the bathroom that was the farthest from the bedrooms. When she had finished cleaned her up, and rubbed her back as he carried her back to her bed. He tucked her in and then went to take a shower.

Still, he doesn't know who to blame for that... if there was anybody to blame... Maybe it was timing; they were living in a present, but the impending future was pushing the burdensome past too cruelly for a normal outcome of the situation.

Lily was there and more excited than ever, Lily had made it to the junior world champion swimming compaction she can’t wait, her mum Tracy and her boyfriend Jake was there to support her she wish her dad could but he was all ways in lily’s heart and mind he had died of cancer, he was her best friend and her everything but she knew that one day they would be back together but for now she has to worry about the comp. Lily was hanging out with some friends and Jake that came to sport her in the comp, then her cotch came over and said,

Callie, my best friend said she was going to visit her father. She walks up to the door and is about the ring the doorbell when she notices that the door is cracked open. Why is it open? she asks herself. She pushes open the door slowly.

Roan was spending the night on the roof of his house, alone. He had a cigarette hanging out his mouth as he stared up at the dark sky, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. Music was playing through his Walkman, and he swayed along to the rhythm.

“Sure did.” I replied studying the man’s features “How do I get more information? Why are you telling me this? Who are you?”

This is what Allen's eyes must've looked like when Mana.... No he couldn't feel sorry for himself right now. He had a friend who needed him! Allen managed to push Lavi through the door of sickbay and they