Short Story

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

“Hey! We’re running now. Start moving.” I opened my weary eyes. In front of me was the dark face of the same woman who I talked to at dusk. Heeding her words, I rose and started moving to the exit of the barn, quietly evading the slumbering guard outside. I realized that she stayed behind for me and the rest were gone already. After we went over the fence, we started to run as fast as a tiger until we were out of breath and our limbs were sore. The weather was clear as day and the sun was right above me. Then, I heard the familiar sound of

My heart began to race faster than a cheetah, my legs were numb, and I couldn’t tell whether or not I was actually running. The feeling of the crisp and hot summer air quickly entering my lungs felt rough, while the air was escaping even faster. As I struggle to look behind to see if he was close enough to get me I tried to exclaim while trying to grasp some air for my lungs, “Xouse, he’s gaining, on us, come on!”. As the hot asphalt burnt the bottom of my shoes off, I continued running into the alley of two apartment complexes as my cousin followed. I looked at Xouse, I saw the agony on his face, my vision went blurry, next thing I knew I was standing in front of a wall, with nowhere to go. I looked back to see if we were finally safe, and then I knew, I should have never left the by myself.

She told me to get my swim suit on and to meet her in the kitchen. Once I got down to the kitchen she snatched her keys off the table and we were off. I never even questioned where we were off too. On our way there I began to see nothing, but trees. Once we got there I knew exactly where we were. I still remember the evil grin on Alyssa's face because she knew how much I hated heights. As we began to hike up I started to see a stream of water. Walking through the wood was so peaceful. It was so hard to walk with sandals the walk path was so bumpy. On our way to the top we saw a hawk above us. Soaring with long, broad wings, and wide tail. It almost seem like he was gliding through the sky. As we arrived to the top was where I was able to look over this huge rock down towards this crystal blue

The track blurred below me as a large surge of adrenaline kicked in. I sprinted faster than a blazing meteor pounding the damp grass under my feet. Until, a throbbing pain suddenly erupted from my bruised right leg like it was tightly wrapped in a blanket of nails. Scorching/sweltering/blistering beads of sweat rolled down my forehead and my dry throat ached for air, more air. I no longer had the victory as Samantha bolted past me.

Under the rising sun in Grant Park, I bent down into a calf stretch, reminding me once again I’d forgotten to put underwear on. I’d gotten to bed just a few hours earlier after spending a night out with Mia at a new club, Z’s, only to wake up after falling from my bed onto the floor, terror seizing my breath while blood rushed through my ears and my heart galloped out of my chest. It’d taken a few heart-stopping minutes to realize it’d only been a nightmare. I couldn’t remember much other than the primal fear of being chased by a beast with a desire to rip out my throat as I screamed for my life, and then relief at being saved by a man in black. It’d left me unsettled enough I couldn’t go back to sleep, so here I was. At six in the morning. Apparently trying to run off my dream.

It was as if time was slowing down; “tick, tock, tick tock.” I bent down to double check that my running shoes were securely tied up. I got up, and soon enough the coaches of the meet were lining us up along the track’s lines. As a seventh-grader who was about to run her first track meet, all the small details, such as the competitive environment and apprehensive faces of the athletes, seemed to have been stoned into my memory. The coaches gave all the middle school girls a final look of encouragement, and took steps back onto the fresh cut, lightly colored grass of the inner field. The gun was

She opens her eyes for a second. The trees flew out of the dark night, passing the car in a fraction of a second. She panic's, thrashing her hands toward the ceiling of the car bracing for an unknown impact. The only thing she can hear is a ringing a, a high-pitched whistle. She looks over at her passenger, she looks calm, as if she didn’t even know any of this was happening. She turns her head to look at Gabby trying to tell her something, but she couldn't make out the words.

“Was that a gunshot!?”, someone yelled out. We ran as the lighting bug-like objects came hurtling down towards us filling the streets with a cloud of gas that’s sole purpose was to bring tears to our face. Well-wasted for we already had tears on our face before the gas. The cold November air was no match to the warmth of my frightened body. Running and not looking back I thought in the back of my mind, This isn’t what it’s supposed to be like.

It was a nice sunny bright airy day when Mary was getting stretched out on the rubbery track field in the soft green grass, she could just imagine the “Bang” of the gun with the smell of the smoke from it and the stomping booming of the footsteps to the finish line. After she was done getting her muscles warmed up Mary had gotten a call from her track Coach Stephaney that she will be competing in her first ever track meet. Mary was breath taken. She has been dying to get this news forever. She could imagine the rushing crowds chanting her name when she won, hollering to get her picture. Mary knew she should start practicing right away. That day Mary ran three times around the track field! Mary was exhausted and drained so she had her mom, Lisa

Jaune knew that women could be confusing but this was a whole new level of unpredictable. He was a trained hand to hand combatant and he was the sheriff of a small town in the Vacuan desert he was feared by many lesser gangs in that area. But even now he had no way of defending himself from his mother looking at him and having her eyes water and begin to cry. Instantly he crossed the room and wrapped her up in a hug while say that it was alright and that he was fine. After a brief moment of silence she looked up at him and he felt his heart fall. She wasn’t mad like he had expected her to be. She wasn’t even afraid. She simply look at him for a long moment and said “ you are becoming more and more like your father with each passing day.”

The interrogation room I was sitting in was cold and kind of dark. I get why it's like this but I don't understand why I'm here.

Eliza ran as hard as she could. She could not be late to school again. She had overslept at least three times in the past week as well as a few dozes in the middle of class. She thought back to the dreams she had been having during her midday snoozes and sighed. In them, she had been walking through a forest, near trees that seemed to stretch as tall as the sky. There were two other people with her too, they looked at her with expectation and question, which confused her even more. They were strange folk, they had pointed ears, elegant faces that seemed to shine with starlight, and long, flowing blond hair. Eliza stared at them with amazement, just beginning to make herself feel comfortable. Then, all of a sudden they sprinted away… Eliza had

A sound, maybe a chainsaw, weed eater, lawn mower something familiar and annoying -- stirred Amelia from unconsciousness. But it wasn’t like waking up, rather it was slow, confusing, and dreamlike. She raised her hands to rub her eyes, and with a jolt of alarm realized simultaneously her hands were bound, as well as her ankles . Like a glass of water thrown in the face her eyes flew open, but her thinking couldn't catch up. She stared, dumbfounded, blinking slowly, trying to focus on her wrists to see what the problem was. She sensed she was outside but it was full dark and glancing up at the sky she saw nothing; although she knew there should be a moon. Pulling and twisting her arms in front of her, her brow furrowed with confusion, she