Short Story: Amber and Ash

I heard the faint high pitched beeping of my alarm clock as I opened my sleep covered eyes. I attempted to roll out from under my covers but immediately retreated as I felt the chilly spring air touch my skin. While I was mustering up the motivation to get out of bed, I glanced at my alarm clock. “11:00 AM” it read in boxy, glowing numbers. Had I really slept in that long? I finally rose from my bed, traveling down the stairs to make myself some breakfast. “Hi, girl!” I greeted my dog where she was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. I smiled to myself as I turned on some music, opened the fridge to retrieve some eggs, and turned on the stove. It felt like a fine Saturday morning until I remembered that I had a lacrosse game later

A warm cocoon of thick afghan blankets is shed exposing my skin to the frigid air. The darkness has painted a black coat of paint over my eyes rendering them useless. Guided by the walls, I descend down my staircase; it creaks beneath my exposed feet. A sliver of light reaches my pupils, awakening them, and leads me closer to the source of illumination, red and green bulbs twinkling on our Christmas tree. My sister, wearing purple sweatpants with a copious amount of holes, is awake and sitting on the lazy boy recliner. My parents, lethargic and coffee in hand, sit down next to my sister. Like an eagle mercycily attacks its prey and wrapping paper is red with snowmen. The Christmas tree is shining brightly. I rip the package open quickly,

“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps barely come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where I’m headed exactly, just that something is going to happen. Something bad; but what? I trust my instincts to guide me through the maze of eerily empty streets and parked cars. I thought I’d seen something move in the corner of my eye, that’s when I hear the deafening explosion to my right. I cower beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the supposed flames. I don’t feel anything. I realize why. Towering above me, a pair of worried eyes cautiously

The prominent red-yellow flame glistened as if the colors overbearingly fought for dominance. Being in shock, the teacher came over and immediately reacted by stamping it out quickly and aggressively. I observed the anger and confusion in his face. “Who did it?” he asked. At this moment, I wanted to disappear immediately as a shock of guilt and fear overshadowed me with regrets. Why had I not stopped it? Was it for acceptance and approval? Or out of fear and unconsciousness? It remained silent. Trying to avoid eye contact with my peers and mainly his bulging eyes, before I knew it, I, along with 5 others, was escorted to a grim place, the office. Still, it was silent and I sat there wondering what I will say to the officer and to my parents. The longer I sat there the more I started to shake as all of these “What ifs and why’s?” submerged my mind. Finally, I was being questioned as to my role in the event. Convincing him that I didn’t take part in it was hard enough, but what appeared to be even worse, is that I had to accept that fact that I was still guilty regardless. I couldn’t say what I wanted to in words because I had said all that I could and would not be able to take anything back. As it occurred to be too late, all I could do was cry wretched, unfortunate

The setting is the unova region on the pinwheel forest side of skyarrow bridge. Ash,along with unova region companions Iris and Cilan,continue their quest of the unova region where ash hopes to enter the unova league. After the defeat of lenora in necrene city ash is on his way to the next gym in castelia city where he hopes to compete for his third gym badge. It is a sunny and great afternoon as the trio pass the check gate and begin walking across the long skyarrow bridge.

One of the fire department members was standing outside of the front door saying that something was wrong, that there was a fire. My brother grabbed his phone and called my dad. I threw on my fire pants and gloves and went inside. It hadn't quite crossed my mind what had happened yet so when I saw that the floor was pitch black, I thought it had gotten painted and no one had mentioned it. It was so dark and foggy inside that I went for the light switch. They didn’t work, but then I noticed something else. The cobwebs near it were covered in soot. That’s when I realized how much trouble we were in.

I could hear mom yelling my name from a distance, a sad worried tone of voice. Throwing my door open to run to mom not knowing what’s going on. I was quickly stopped by a bright light hitting my face. Making me close my eyes for a second or two. I saw the kitchen in a great ball of fire. Flames spreading from the laundry room all the way to refrigerator made it seem like the rest of the trailer was gone. I quickly shut the door to the room, stunned by what I had seen but still having the courage to keep it together and wake up my sister Liz. The odor of burning wood and the air getting thicker makes It hard to breathe but we both made it to the front door. We aren’t able to open it because it had one of those public restroom looking locks tree feet above the door

“Mom?” she called again, nearing the bottom of the staircase. This time, her yell was more questioning. When she looked around, all she saw was blackness, accompanied by a faint glow. She looked down and discovered that the glow was coming from her mother’s flashlight.

The power went off this morning, so my alarm clock didn’t work. So here I was, enjoying sleep and the warmth of my blankets, when suddenly my ten-year-old sister rushed into my room and ripped the blankets from my body.

Sneaking out the house at midnight for the fourth time this week. I slowly slink out the front and the brisk night air tickles my cheeks. Closing the door, I endure the most painful silence as the ever so slight noise may wake my sister. It finally shuts and I wait for a moment to see if anyone rushes to find who left or entered the house. After a few minutes, I decide it's safe to go. I walk down the driveway as the midnight breeze embraces me. As I reach the sidewalk, I look to the moon. It's tender white light illuminates the sky, but is polluted by the harsh yellow light spewing from the street lamps. Despite how ugly the street lamp light is, it still does the job of providing adequate quite well. I turn left down the street and head toward

It always started and ended with a stirring, deep in her belly. The candle sitting in her core had been spontaneously lit and the fire was gradually growing, standing taller and spreading a slow heat in her chest. Instinctively, she pulled her gut in, attempting to suffocate the flame, but realized that the effort was futile as her fingers began to tremble. Not now, she thought. What could it have possibly been this time? She knew that the question had no exact answer as she recalled the article that she had read months before, “Anxiety attacks usually occur suddenly and without warning.” Still, she couldn’t help but wonder if her senses had betrayed her, if some part of her had picked up something in the crowded room that had served as a

Every morning, my mom’s alarm clock rang promptly at 4:40 AM. The church we were residing in at the time, was too far from all of our schools, which meant an earlier wake up time. My mom and my two younger siblings would slump out of our tiny blue beds and manage to muster a sleepy walk to our blue storage crates that we kept our possessions in. We would go into the public bathroom that we had to share with three other families to get dressed and cleaned up for the day.

I threw on some acceptable clothes and went downstairs to get a better view. It seemed to be very light out for 1 am and I quickly realized that Miss Maudie's house was in flames. I didn’t know what to do so I ran to wake up my dad. He was a bit groggy but quickly realized what was going on. My dad ran out of the house to go and help, I wanted to go as well but I reckoned someone had to look after the house. He ran out with a look of terror on his face. I was surprised he found in his heart to go out and help, he is usually so stubborn and selfish. I’d never seen anything like this before, the fire being so close, it was actually very scary to think about. From what I could see basically all of Maycomb was helping lug furniture from Miss Maudie's house as it slowly burned down. I noticed they couldn’t start the Maycomb fire truck because of the cold, it just wasn’t turning over. At this time the Abbottsville truck was pumping water onto the fire. I saw another truck arrive and try to hook up to a hydrant but none were left so they were using hand extinguishers. Suddenly there was a huge

Jackie couldn't stop tossing and turning. She was dreaming, the same dream she had every night for the past year. Every time she would lay down in bed, she knew it would happen. That didn’t stop it from being horrific and have her wake up out of breath and some nights, screaming. In her dream she could see the smoke rise in the air and fan out over ceiling and form a blanket of death, next, she heard the screams. They were the worst part of her dream, they echoed in her ears, pleading her to help, to try to move. Instead she stood frozen in front of her parent’s room. She could see the flames start lick the bottom of the door. The smoke poured out the newly burned holes and filled the hallway. The screams stopped. She knew what that meant. This was the 365th dream, the 365th time she witnessed her parent’s burn to death in front of her. One year of reliving the events of

When we arrived at our house, all I see is smoke. I run around to the back of the house to see the most miserable little girl on Earth. I thought to myself that Ashton has a good memory and she will know what to do. All of sudden I see Ashton shake her head that she cannot get out. Knowing my little girl, she remembers her second grade fire drill, check the door knob, block of any access for smoke, and don’t panic just wait. I cannot rely on a second grade fire drill to save my only little girl, so I thought to myself, do the