Short Story : A Story

Maria and her parents were sitting in their dining room eating breakfast. Papa was reading the newspaper and Mama was pouring coffee. When suddenly there were loud cries coming from the far end of the ghetto where they lived. “Ghettos are small segregated areas of the city where most Jews lived” (Anderson). Followed by screams and shouts in a language that Maria was unfamiliar with. Then, a loud, hard knock came from the door. Papa jumped out of his chair and hurried to it. Maria went to stand with him, but Mama pulled her into the kitchen. Maria peered around the corner watching as her father opened the door. Just as fast as the Sunday morning light peeked through the tiny crack between the door and the frame, it was blocked. Maria watched in horror as men in worn, dark uniforms came bursting into her house knocking Papa onto the floor.

They woke him, woke him like she told them too. She could hear him , hear him in the other room, talking gibberish like he had before Caitlin put him to sleep back at CCPD. Her heart sunk a little, what was she expecting? She was expecting to find the man she was to marry, but instead it was the one that talked gibberish. It was still her Barry, just different she knew this. It just hurt her, frustrated her that she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. She was trying too, she really was it was just hard. She knew that his gibberish had to mean something but what, what did it mean, she needed to figure out, so she could help him. She placed her hands on her hips, head shaking back and forth “You can do this Iris, you have to do this… Barry needs you.” She told herself a few time, yet she didn’t move. She stayed put, staring at the door. It was only a brief walk she had to make until she was standing in the room with Barry, her Barry, yet it seemed like a mile. Why? She wanted to see him, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and smother him in kisses to make up for the time she lost with him. But fear kept her feet frozen to the ground. She dared not move, not yet anyway.

As my brother and I are what feels to be entrapped in our own room, I lean my ear on the door to understand what’s happening. As I lean on I can hear a soft ,yet faint whimper coming from my mother as my father tries to talk to her. I relay this information to my brother, hoping he had any idea on what was going on. Sadly, neither of us knew what we did or what went wrong.

In a far far away village called Lugglepalooza lived the Luggles. The Luggles lived in a seemingly perfect world. They spent their days at Mystic Garden listening to the roses sing while the Flutterflies put on brilliant shows of flashing lights and neon colors. They ate fruit from the Marigold tree which grew in the middle of Mystic Garden and swam in the sparkling water from Luggle Falls. Every Luggle in Lugglepalooza had chocolate brown hair and bright purple skin. Everyone got along just fine for nothing ever went wrong. But one day a baby Luggle was born with platinum blonde hair. The Luggles in Lugglepalooza didn't know how to react. The newborn Luggle angered some while others were frightened of what it might become. The baby was banished from Lugglepalooza along with it’s parents who wouldn't dare part with it. From then on out any baby born with blond hair was banished from Lugglepalooza…

“I will stay with Jade no matter what her decision is!” Peter exclaimed rather loudly, like he was in an argument with his sister Tonya.

Hange could still hear the low ringing in her ears once everything around her settled down. She had plenty of gas left to get herself out of the well, and to go where she needed to be afterward. She didn’t know how long she was knocked out for, but the dust from the blast settled down. The whole section of the town was destroyed and crumbled. Small smoke trails billowed from things that were turned to ash. She didn’t see any of her squad members. There was little chance of survival from something that powerful. Deep down Hange hoped that they managed to get far enough away, or even took cover, from the explosion.

“Explain to me why I’m in a cafe in Gold Coast instead of at the playground with my daughter,” Weevil drank what he guessed was an eight-dollar, just-alright coffee. “My grandmother can stand you, at least compared to your daddy, and she said you seemed… muy desesperado,” Lips in a straight line with his eyes big and mocking, Weevil waited.

I started spinning out of control. There were distorted faces smearing my vision, all crowded around me in a huge circle, not allowing me to see any of my surroundings.

“Thanks for rocking my world. I can’t wait to see you again in a few days. Don’t miss me too much.” He even sent a wink emoji.

The sun woke her up that morning. Its sunlight slipping through thin slits of silver curtain, while the birds flew by, flashing small increments of shade onto her face. Her creamy bed sheets rustled when she sat up to look out the window. Another beautiful day like always. Midnight strands of hair dropped in front of her eyes, and she reached up to push it away from her face. Rain still dripped down the glass from the storm the night before, her eyes following the water droplets migrating to their destination of the bottom her window sill.

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

Now this is a story about how a man's heroism saved a life of a dozen others.Ashlyn and Kelbie were in one of the twin towers,answering phones,when all of a sudden they felt a boom and a big crash.Everyone went flying and people were hit by the plane and objects went every where either on the floor or on bodies.Ashlyn and Kelbie were the luckier ones they were farther away from the crash,but Ashlyn was hurt badly she had her head slip open and Kelbie had a printer on her leg.They both tried to stay strong but knew this was their end and time.Everyone was saying that there was no exit and that there was no way out.

“Four months isn’t a very long time. But I felt I’d met the man of my dreams.” Her eyes blurred, remembering.

I come in the front door, into the kitchen and I see my beautiful, glowing fiancée making supper.

It was a dark gloomy day. I could hear the rain hitting the window panes. Roger invited me to his house to collect a letter. Something about the house made me feel very uneasy. I noticed a lot of hidden imperfections. There were cracks in the walls and on the floor. It make me feel unsafe. I tried to ignore the eeriness of the house and focus on the letter. I took the letter out of the envelope and began to read it to Roger. As I was reading it out loud I noticed that Roger was not attentive. His eyes were wandering into space. “Roger!”, I said. “Are you even listening?” Right as I said that Roger collapsed to the floor. I ran over to him. I shook him hoping he would wake up but he didn't. I called Madeline over. “Your brother randomly collapsed to the floor. I have no idea what is wrong with him.” “I haven’t being feeling the best lately. I hope he doesn't have catalepsy like I. It is irreversible with no cure. ”, said Madeline. I knew it wasn't a heart catalepsy. It had to have been something much worse. I think he was possessed by an evil spirit. House gave me such an uneasy feeling because it was haunted. Madeline and I tried everything we could think of to try to wake Roger up. We tried performing CPR on him. I was blowing air into his mouth has Madeline was pumping his chest. I was blowing so much air into his mouth that I almost lost my own breath. Just as I gave him his last and final breath before giving up he vomited into my mouth. It was absolutely vile. I was so