Short Story

Jack is standing left of centre of the frame with his truck behind him. The truck is parked at a slight angle. This is a long shot at eye level from the POV of Ennis. A grey brick building is behind the truck. The building is a pale grey except towards the top of the building where above the top of Jack’s hat it is shadowed. Towards the right of the building in the background the green field and blue sky are visible. Jack is now in full view with his jean shirt tucked into blue jeans and a brown belt displaying a silver buckle. He is wearing dark western boots. Jack is turning around from his truck to look at Ennis. As his hat casts a shadow over his face, he looks towards Ennis. This is the first time Jack sees Ennis and he slowly takes him in. Jack takes four slow steps forward while still looking at Ennis, as he does so the shadow cast over his face retreats. Each step is accompanied by the crunching sound of boots on gravel. This is

“Here we are,” shouts the bus driver “Boston, Massachusetts.” I slowly sit up in my seat, looking around the bus watching the other 10 gloomy passengers look out their windows waiting for the vehicle to come to a complete stop before standing up. The lights inside the bus switch on, and slowly all of us file off the bus. I walk down the bus stairs and jump onto the cracked concrete. Looking up I see a dimly lit bus stop with blank advertisement stalls and a bench that looks as if it would collapse the instant someone sat on it. I walk down the sidewalk along some apartment buildings with vines crawling up the sides of the worn brick walls. As I walk, searching for my destination, my phone rings. I look down at the name: “Jerry Kline.” Dammit not again I think to myself. Just be cool. “Hello?” I answer.

Both of them started running back to Mrs. Coopers classroom, but turned back when they heard gun shots from down the hall. They ran back up the stairs, headed towards the library. As they ran down the hallway, they came to a sudden stop when the saw a tall man with a dark black mask and a gun. Neither of them knew what to do. They were both frozen in terror. Jack was drowned in deep fear, when all of a sudden he heard a loud boom! He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was seeing almost couldn’t believe it, but when he looked down, he saw his best friend lying on the ground, shot dead. Jack prepared himself for his fate. He looked down and closed his eyes in sheer terror. But he didn’t hear anything. Aas he slowly looked up his eyes watched as and saw the man looked down toing at his shoes. The man slowly pulled off his mask to reveal his

Jack is unable to see. Jack explains to his friends that everything he’s ever wanted to see had to be explained to him through sound, feeling, and smells.

Montague La-Rose stepped into the darkness. A cold wind screamed from the belly of the mountain, carrying black sediment that thickened the air. Rain from the surface dripped down through the cavern’s stone ceilings. With the dwindling light of his torch, he listened to the black space around him and followed the running water, knowing that with each step he was descending closer to the core of planet Naan, where an underground network of tunnels reached across the lands. This network was connected to the heart of the planet where a message station, created long ago by entities of the Higher Dimensions, enabled communication with the heavens and the other four known worlds. Each planet had been equipped with these intricate machines, as

After work hours, the twilight of the sun setting cast a solemn reflection on the buildings. The coming night cover provides a blanket of anonymity. Allowing people the freedom from their moral restraints, as the barrier of rationality is broken by the salacious acts that occur commonly. Among this crowd, Cander pushes through the flooded streets, momentarily escaping through a buildings door, albeit to enter a crowded bar. His trained eyes scanning the room, he spots Chris against an area of the bar. The small group around him listen and laugh boisterously to his story, the entertaining Chris gestures with his hands and facial expressions, Cander shakes his head and laughs to himself before walking over.

The shot rang out. People were screaming in pure terror. People fled from the Dealey Plaza where they were standing. Some people were in so much shock it looked like their jaw was about to hit the ground. Michael looked over and saw the blood spattered seat the President Kennedy was laying on. The day had finally came where the police chief would read off the two people that would ride next to President Kennedy tomorrow when he came to Dallas, Texas for a motorcade. Michael especially wanted to get picked because he to was a democrat just like President Kennedy.

My cross country team had a meet in Statesboro, Georgia. The bus rumbled into the grass parking lot of an old golf course. As the wheels screeched to a stop, an awkward silence fell over the team like a sheet. Nervous looks were shared as we all clambered off. Stepping down from the last step, I slammed into the suffocating stale blazing air like a brick wall. It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust, the fiery globe glaring at me from the sky. There were some white cotton candy clouds in the distance, but they weren’t too intimidating. Behind me strode Alex, her eyes narrowed into slits. Alex was one of the best runners on the team. She always stayed ahead of me. Today, she had her short brown hair drawn back into a ponytail and was

I close my eyes and everything seems so calm that it is as if time itself has stopped altogether. A wave of peacefulness rushes over me. New York City, I still cannot believe it. I begin to hear a soft hum in my ears that quickly increases in volume. I open my eyes and I am suddenly brought back to reality as the train rushes by, its horn blowing loud and strong. The train slows to a stop and the doors open. All at once a massive crowd of people rush off of the subway. Those of us standing on the platform push through the crowd, praying that our massive group of dancers will all make it onto the train. Due to the morning rush hour there is not a seat in sight and there is barely any room to stand. As the train lurches forward we struggle to stay standing. I look out of the window and watch the flashes of graffiti on the dark walls as we charge forward. The train stops and starts three times. Each station just as chaotic as the last. We quickly approach our fourth stop, West 4th Street, the nerves begin to kick in. The train slows to a stop and once again we push through the morning foot traffic. We follow the signs towards the West 8th Street exit, struggling to stay together. I think to myself, “whatever happens, don’t lose sight of the chaperone.” As we approach the stairwell the air begins to feel cooler. We reach the top of the stairs and the entire atmosphere changes. Whereas the people in the subway were frantic and rude, the people that filled the sidewalks are calm

" Nothing that interests you." Nick says stuttering deathly terrified of Jason. " Do you want me to go over there and get it or are you going to bring it here?" Jason says starting to walk over and grab the journal right out of Nick's hands. "Give that back Jason!" He says yelling at Jason starting to stand up trying to stand up to him. " What do you think you are doing?" He asks standing up even taller in the room scaring him. Nick sinks back down into his seat and stares at Jason that was about to pound him for standing up to him. Jason starts to raise his fist and drops the journal, right before he could pound Nick to a pulp the teacher walked into the classroom and sat at her desk. Nick grabbed

Roughly eighteen minutes had passed since Payne left his apartment, and he already wanted to go home.

Sitting on the hard brick wall for what felt like hours, we were all interrupted by a shout in the distance. Ignoring the sudden bolt from the blue, the six of us continued our conversation. Then again. What sounded like a holler in distress ran through the air from the other side of the mall. This time we decided to investigate.

It was 8 o’clock in the evening on August 19th. New York City was alive with traffic lights and food vendors on the streets. The loud noise complemented the city life. But in the air, was the feeling of dreadfulness. Somewhere, sometime he will go missing.

The sun has finally crawled out of its cave after good night’s rest [personification]. The sound of taxis honking echoed into the buildings down below. On the rooftop, city pigeons noisily cooed, trying [participle] to attract other female mates, for it is that time of the season again. Next to the pigeons, lays a man. He is wearing a black suit with a Miami blue dress shirt, and tan leather shoes. The man wakes up and stands at the edge of the building, looking [participle] into the inner city of New York City. He places [vivid verb] his hand on his oily, greasy face, trying to remember what had happened the night before. Nothing came to mind. As the wind gusted [vivid verb], he shivered [vivid verb] and slipped [vivid verb] his hands into his pockets. He felt two items, a pack of Marlboros and a cell phone. He looked through the list of contacts on the phone, but it came up empty. He then flipped the cigarette box open revealing a message,“ Call me, (212) 492-9937.” He then proceeds to call the number. Loud breathing [absolute phrase] can be heard through the other end of the phone, but then a sudden click ends the call. The man attempts to call again, but this time no one picks up.

Jack knows he just witnessed a murder. He knows he should report it. He knows so many things, but he does nothing. He sits there and shakes. Some indiscriminately long amount of time passes, and another car pulls up behind him. The driver honks at Jack and the noise causes him to jump. His heart races; Jack's not sure if it was calm after seeing the murder, but now he continues his drive to school