Short Story : A Story

Her feet crunched on twigs and dried leaves. It was almost autumn. The winds were getting colder. She could tell by the harsh cold grazing her cheeks. Pristine wove in and out of Silva’s legs, curling her tail around her ankles. Silva brought along Pristine for protection incase whatever was out there in the world would harm her. She felt the need to be a little more precautious. She was after all venturing into the world, without any idea what was going to happen. Now that she thought about it, doubt clouded her mind. Should I have done this? Should I have left grandmother all alone? She must be worrying. Now, I am worrying. Would grandmother be alright by herself? She will be fine,, and you will be too. Now get a move on and hurry, the sun has almost risen. Silva sped up her pace, and tripped over a tree root. She let out a squeal, her arms spreading out to catch her when she fell, but before she could, a hand grabbed her arm pulling her up.

A year had already passed since then, but I couldn’t help but be drawn towards those shoes. The closer I got to them the more familiar they seemed. The scuff marks on the sides of the shoe peaked through strands of the woman’s hair, and a surge of nostalgia flowed through me as I saw them. I remembered Leila’s endeavors at Six Flags that resulted in similar bruisings on her shoes. An icy breeze whisked away the woman’s hair to reveal an engraving on the side of the shoe. It was of a speckled flower, the same one Leila had drawn on. She said the speckles were tiny flaws in the seemingly perfect rose. As soon as I saw it I knew they were hers. I couldn’t fathom the fact that I arbitrarily found them over a year after she went missing. I needed those shoes, but I they belonged to the woman. I gingerly shook the woman awake and she slowly opened her eyes. I was surprised she could even sleep through the noise of the city. She arose with a vexed expression and stared at me with cold eyes. After a few moments she processed her environment. I was bent forward and had a hand already inching towards her shoes, she got the impression that I wanted to steal them- I guess I did want to. In response, the old woman shrieked and her lament attracted the attention of nearby pedestrians. My attempts to calm her down were futile as she began to fling her possessions at me. I didn’t want to have to steal them, but it was my only option. She reached for her red blanket to chuck at me, which I

“Not it” we all get to our right knee and put our finger on our nose trying not to be last. I didn’t want to be it but I didn’t want to get dirt all over my knee, It was worth it though. We all immediately point to Tessa because she was obviously last (like always). She is also the fastest one and we can never outrun her.

Nat pulled a stool forward and sat down, leaning forward put the cigarette up to the top of the flame, the flame lapped at the cigarette for a while until the end glowed red like the embers of the fire. Nat withdrew the cigarette from the flame, put it up to his mouth, hesitating then sighed and gently put the cigarette in between his lips. It hung downwards, as he drew in a deep breathe, allowing the smoke to fill his mouth, he gently blew out and watched the blue-grey smoke filled the air around him. “Tomorrow, during the next tide, I’ll have to go out and see if there are any survivors,” Nat sighed, “If we can find anyone maybe they’ll know of a safe place.”

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.

It was a perfect day to be outside. No breeze to blow clouds in front of the sun that was making my brother and I faces bead with sweat as we hopped out of his SUV. The drive through the gravel backroads was harsh. We were bouncing everywhere because he needed to replace his shocks on his red 4 runner.

Kassy Moon stood in the crowd, covered in sweat, (both hers and strangers) and pig blood. Her hair messed, her Slayer T-shirt torn, her right breast exposed while some long haired tattooed stranger groped her ass through her black booty shorts from behind her. It was truly a grand departure from what she looked like just a year ago, and to any who knew her she was barely recognizable from the person she once was.

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

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.

“You don’t understand.” Marta had heard Maria whisper, as Fernando pushed her back to see her puffy red face. Marta’s hands had started sweating as a wave of heat enveloped her. She’d felt her eyes widen. Maria had never opposed anything Fernando said.

“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.

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

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.

“I’m sorry about your mother. Do they know what happened?” Margaret asked as Andrew sat down on the sofa.

The year is 4017, 9 years since the apocalypse began. The need for essential resources was becoming more and more necessary. People everywhere were becoming more and more violent as the days went on. Grocery stores were no longer stocked, jobs were no longer existeda thing, schools were no longer in session, and people were no longer had friends nor family. No one could support a family. People couldn’t trust their own families. Just a week ago, a 9-year-old girl killed her whole family by stabbing them 7 times just to have the last can of beans they had to herself. It was every man for themselves now. Everything in the world had changed, all technology was practically gone, most animals had been killed or mutated. The only thing that stayed the same was a single military base. The base had food, water, electricity, animals, and medicine. It wasThe only truly civilized place left. Many journeyed to the military base. It was located in what used to be Arizona. The only way you could get to it was if you made it across the booby-trapped terrain guarding its entrance. However, even if you made it through the traps, the guards could deny you access, that is if you didn’t have the materials the base needed. Now that you know the information, I’ll tell you about the protagonist and his story.