Short Story

She looked so small, so defeated and it was all because of me. Her enthusiasm for reading dampened, the light behind her eyes dim. Like the worst type of criminal stealing bread from the poor, I had stolen the burning passion for education my mother had once possessed. She was innocent, but I was not. With no makeup to conceal them, sleepless bags under her eyes stood out on her pale face. She appeared delicate, a word that before the accident I would have never used in relation to my mother. The terrible ocean of grief pulled back it’s debilitating waves, leaving salty tears clinging to my face. The stream of emotion pulled back with it whatever positive attitude I had. In its place was left hatred like no other. A hated for the world, hatred for myself. I didn’t want to watch this anymore, I couldn’t bare to look, unable to lay eyes on the life I had ruined by destroying my

I unbuckled my car seat and leaned forward to see my mother’s tear stricken face. I had never seen my mother cry with such sincerity. Her mascara streaking down her cheeks, creating canals of charcoal grime that tarnished her otherwise flawless face. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she attempted to talk through another sob. The sight of her pulled me back to only minutes earlier when

Without questions, my sister and I ascended to the bedroom we shared. Powder Puff pink walls greeted us, but they did not assist in lightening the mood. Tears stung my eyes. After hearing more commotion below, I trudged over to Emma and enveloped her in a hug. To my surprise, she did not push me away like usual. We sobbed quietly in each others shoulders for a while, then separated. Thinking homework could aid in distraction, I grabbed and unzipped my

"Why can't I want to know more about a group of rogues in the same forest as me?" Alexander replied.

He struggled to get out beneath her sun warmed skin as she leaned near his ear and whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.” Her piercing blue eyes were like pools of extravagant azure that seemed to see straight into the depth of his soul, exposing all of the secrets of his true heart which were thought to been hidden. As she finished, her hand met his face like a brick to a ground of crumbled stone.

“Just think, Jan, if we continued on we could reach Highgarden in three days.” Alayna pointed out as she and Janna road ahead of the rest of their group.

“Emilia, get out.” As she heard feet shuffling and a door being opened and slammed shut, Avalon realized that she was no longer seeing blue. She looked around the room and her eyes landed on the nurse that was sitting in a chair at a desk which had a computer resting atop it.

I was in the house looking at the sheriff suits that Deanna gave Rick and I and Rick walked in through the door and I said "I don't know if this is some kind of play, handing authority to strangers.The authority to break up fistfights.If it was just that, she should have given one of these to Daryl."Rick said "I don't know if it's for us or for them. Or maybe Deanna's trying to get rid of us and them.You put these jackets on me and you, have the people see it.If that's the play, that'd be smart. And she seems smart.Smart for then or smart for now?" This is now.- Rick was cut off by the sound of some bushes rustling and said "Come out! Now!" Aaron stepped out and asked You can tell the difference between walkers and humans by sound?Can you

You concluded that you were asleep. Everything around you was pitch black and you were in a trace-like state.

NUMBLY, she walked over to the mirror and smoothed over the outfit she wore. Another reaping, except now it was she who was being reaped once again.

That same day, night seemed to have come slower than usual, but when it did, everyone in the town had fallen asleep. All except for one. Andriel packed a bag and put the letter inside as well as a photo of him and his mother. As he started to leave, he took one final glance of the room he grew up in. The memories started to flood in. He tiptoed down the stairs and out the door closing it behind her. The rain had yet to stop but he went on without care. He took one last look at his house, before turning back around, on the way to his next destination.

“Gate 4A is boarding! Next flight boarding is Gate 4A!” the cheery pre-recorded voice announced over the airport’s loudspeakers.

It’s exactly eight o’clock when I hear the door open like it does every single day of my dreadful life it seems. I also hear a quiet voice counting along with their steps, and this has become so routine for me I even count along in my head, dreading every single step. Maybe today he’ll turn around and leave, maybe today of all days. This is what I think to myself as I lean over the spotless espresso machine pretending to see a smudge I scrub vigorously trying to shake the sensation of him behind me. I can do this, I only have to deal with this until the end of the week and then I’ll be able to move a few towns over and forget all about this nightmare. When I hear the bell ring to that annoying tune I don’t have to resist the urge to

I reach in my pocket as I clamber out of the dusty wagon, I find is a stick of gum, a euro and two roll-ups. Trouble is, I don’t even own a match to light em. I don’t have much after handing over my savings to the traffickers. I’ve come from France to the UK because everyone tells me life’s good here..

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.