Short Story In English

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

June and Elizabeth soon see and hear flashing lights coming towards them. The police, ambulance, and fire truck are rushing over to the scene. Still in shock about the whole situation, June is approached by a police officer. The police officer's states his name is Kurt. Kurt then tries to comfort June and Elizabeth in this alarming situation. Elizabeth is pacing back and forth looking back at the leveled car and wondering if her dad is going to be alright.

My body is ablaze. Screaming, crying, as blood lays around me. All I can feel is my body aflame with pain as I tortuously clutch my stomach, trying to stop the currents of blood leaving my body. A mixture blood and vomit spew on the ground, my eyes watering from the nauseating stench and the dull throbbing of the wound. Then, a

“Listen, you can hear it again.” The shy Victor notes. Sheila is sure that she also heard it, somewhere up ahead she thinks.

I can still picture the man’s face clearly as the man placed both his hands on the wounds as he fell forward. When I replay it in my, the forward motion is slowed down greatly. I see the man slowly falling down as I wish he would wake up or make a motion to signal he is still alive when he would make contact with the floor. “Thud”, that’s all that happened, that’s all I heard. Perhaps the loudest thud I have encounter because I knew that man was dead. The man lying down, face down was motionless, was lifeless. My stomach was upset and if it weren’t for my instinct of survival, I would have vomited and my cover would have been compromised. I would have been with the man. I was about to flee the scene for my safety as the aggressor cleaned the blood clean from his sword when the unimaginable happened. A slow and weak, “Hell with you.” came from the body. The man was not dead yet as he rolled over using all his energy over his vital fluids. I can’t erase the image from my mind of the man in the massive pool of blood. It was like a floating tree trunk in a pond. Little motion and absolutely no chance it will be alive again. In a blink of an eye, I saw the attack get aggressive. “To hell with me??

All that was left was the bathroom and my bedroom. I snuck into the bedroom, wielding the sharp knife in terror, and bent over to look under the bed. No one was there. I silently released my breath and turned toward the closet. I opened the closet carefully and switched on the light. Again, no one was there. I had one place left to look: the bathroom. This was probably the hardest place, because I had seen too many movies where someone was hiding in the shower. Nonetheless, I crept into the tiny bathroom and flipped on the light switch. The navy blue shower curtain hung there concealing whatever fate lay before me. I reached my hand out toward the curtain, paused a moment, steeling myself and summoning the last of my courage, and committed myself to the search. I grabbed the edge of the curtain and whipped it back in a flash, preparing myself to use the knife on the fiend hiding in there. I trembled as the knife dropped out of my hand. No one was there. Relief flooded me so strongly that I nearly crumpled to the floor. Later, after I had called my boyfriend back, he remembered that he had gone by the apartment while I was gone and dropped off a book I was reading. I had forgotten that he had a key. He had forgotten he’d been there and closed the door. That was one wild homecoming!

Matthew pulls Gilbert through the door to his room, slamming it behind him. He begins to pace around his room fiercely, stomping and swearing in French every few seconds before finally exploding.

I saw from the corner of my eyes a rich red covering my body and the cream carpet beneath me. I tried lifting myself up from where I lay but it proved to be impossible. As the seconds past, my limp body inches closer towards death. I could only just see from where I lay the man creeping through the night, not stopping for anyone. He inched forward towards me slowly like a cat waiting to pounce on his prey. He looked over me with an unpredictable look in his eyes as he analysed mine. My blurred vision and the dim room prevented me from seeing him in great detail. All that was visible was the brown eyes of a beast staring into my still grey ones. I lay there as silent as I could in hopes I appeared to be dead to the beast. He poked one of his gloved fingers at my face but I did not dare flinch. He

THE WOODS APPEARED completely and utterly empty. Climbing up onto one of the guard platforms beside Bellamy and Clarke, there was nothing that she could visibly spot hiding between the trees. Both her and Bellamy searched for anyone in the scopes of their weapons, but there was nothing.

I swung the door open and leaned out, extending myself over my former nemesis. Snagging the bag, I pulled myself back, feeling muscles I hadn't used since childhood burn with the effort. After I slammed the door home, I reached for the locking button while watching the one-eyed undead man's progress. He had crawled over to my side and must have been inches from reaching through the door as it closed. His torso was leaning against the windshield, covering my view with a thick coating of some slimy substance and gore.

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side

I heard the car backing up on to the driveway. He was here. The man. I sprang out of bed as I heard the door opening. I quickly scanned the room for a spot to hide. I heard the keys hitting the table. I was running out of time. In a panic, I tried crawling under my bed. Trying to bend my body into impossible shapes, there was no use. I couldn't fit. Heavy footsteps hit the stairs, growing louder with each step. Bang. BANG. BANG! I was running out of time. I quickly squeezed myself into my tiny closet. I hugged my legs to chest. By now the man was at my door. He opened it with one movement of his hand. Things crashing and breaking as he searched for me. Each footstep rumbled the ground like an earthquake. His footsteps approached my closet.

I had not had a period for nine months and resigned myself to this stage of life being over permanently. In a moment, I was bleeding and made a beeline for the bathroom before leaving a stain on Genie’s couch. My light colored pants had a visible stain I had to wash out in the bathroom sink as much as possible. I could feel a cold sting as the water ran pierced the joints of my fingers and the bones of my knuckles. This sensation boosted an unhealthy adrenaline accelerating my heart rate and accentuating the pain I was so desperate to forget. A sharp pain surged through my hands as I grasped my pants and the blood washed down the sink. A bitter frustrated tear fell from my eye as I tried to breathe through the sharp pains in my chest. Even if the stain did not show, my pants were soaking wet. My house was close, but I was without the mobility to run home and change. I put the wet pants back on hoping no one would notice and that the dry air of the fire would take care of the

All the sudden my phone vibrates. “Speak of the devils” I whisper silently enough that no one hears. I picked it up to see who it was. “Jake.” Jake is my best friend well we're not really friends considering I hate everyone and all things, But Jake he was tolerable to deal with. Jake’s the number one basketball player in the school, also one of the smartest. On the court you would never guess. But off the court he's all books, brain and glasses. That's what I enjoy most about him is he's nerdy side. But It’s also fun talking about the Jack Wasps game when we run out of things to talk about that isn't about my recent break up or if i'm going to survive to my senior

It's just an ordinary Tuesday at the New York Police Department. No big crimes were committed this week, everyone and everything seemed to be typical. "Hey Cait, how's it going with the detective stuff?" asked Beth. "Beth, you know I hate to talk about this when no crime is happening in the streets. It makes me feel so anxious about what is going to happen," uttered Caitlynne. "Ugh, you always say that. Why did you join the police force anyways?" spoke Beth. "Well, I wanted to help people since I was very young," said Caitlynne in a dreamy way. "Oh well, see you later Cait!" Beth said cheerily. "Bye," said Caitlynne.