Short Story: Jewels

What was going through his head, obviously, was not what she expected. He started to walk out the door without her help and before she knew it, he was gone out of sight. She sat down thinking he was going to come back, but as time went on, she started to feel anxious and scared and called the police after going out looking for him. The police brought him back, not knowing that in the back of the police car, he had passed away.

After a few more minutes of waiting Anna decided to get out of bed and walk down to the food court to see if her father was there. After getting out of bed, Anna found a note taped to her father’s chair that she hadn’t seen before scripted in scribbly letters saying Based on your actions he might come back don’t tell anyone about this and he will come back unharmed. Anna hurriedly found the bag of her clothes that her mother had delivered overnight and pulled on a hot pink mini skirt and a white long sleeve crop top. After getting dressed Anna opened her door and stepped outside, there was no one anywhere to be seen. She continued to walk down the hall and there was still no noise and no one in sight. She walked straight to the elevator and went down to the first floor where the food court should be, but there was no one there either, the hospital had been abandoned and she was sure that the songbook and the object that played her melody the night before were somehow behind it all. She ran back up to her room as carefully as she could trying not to hurt her arm, and once she arrived at the door she grabbed the music book off the desk beside of her bed, tried to flush it down the toilet, and stuffed her cell phone in her bag of clothes that her mom had bought. She was about to pick up her bag when she heard a new melody right outside of her door. La, La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La. La, La, La, La, La, La, La. She wanted to see what was making the noise so she carefully opened her door and peeked through the opened crack. There nothing was there! She grabbed her bag of clothes and ran down the steps as quickly as she could but then she heard a voice behind her, “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa!!!!” the voice moaned “Aaaaannnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaa it isn’t safe at your house!!!!” said the voice. She spun around and saw a scrawny old man

One-thirty on a Thursday morning. I laid in bed worrying, after watching John rush to Main Street for a fire call. My head spun as the pager near my head continued to dispatch calls. “Be careful on the roof Watson, I can see light through,” Feltner’s voice echoed. Ambulance sirens boomed down a four-block stretch of Main Street. My body sprung from the bed and hurried out and down the block. My face began to fill with heat. Just then another page came through, “I know idiot, I put it there.” It was John’s voice. I felt relief and began to walk back down the sidewalk to our home. I heard a young girl screaming for her dog, hysterically. Finally, back in my house, I completely forgot that I had left the two girls upstairs. Thankfully,

He laid there, staring at the tv playing the news. It was about the shooting. I rushed to turn it off, blocking his view. He blinked at me, then smiled. “Hey, buddy.” I smiled back, crawling next to him and hugging him. Some happy tears stained our shirts as I held him. We laid there for a long time in just pure silence. Our minds were saying the unspoken words. “Why did it happen?” Travis said into the air. “It happened because--” I stopped short. Why did it happen? Travis stared up at me, waiting for my answer. “I-I don’t know.” my brow furrowed in confusion as I pondered. Silence overcame us again. Eventually, soft snores came from Travis. He had fallen asleep. I stared at the wall, still unable to sleep. A woman somewhere screamed for unknown reasons. That scream triggered a flashback in my

The streetlights flickered every other minute, as the sun hid behind the clouds, keeping the town a bit gloomy. I continued walking, unsure of where to go, but desperate to get back home. As I walked, I could hear laughing children echo all around me, and then the indistinct sound of the melody of the song echoed along with them. Looking ahead, I saw something, or someone standing off in the

As I was walking, kicking dirt behind me, the sound of large boots startled me. Making me walk faster. I continued up the trail then ever, my heart racing almost as if I had just ran a one mile race. I told myself it was all in my head,because normally that helped. The sound got, louder until it was in my ear. I spun my head around only to see nothing. Pleased I turned around and continued to walk. My normally quiet and playful dog, began to bark and stop dead in her tracks.Almost as if she was yelping for help.

She reaches for the lock and he bites off her arm, and then the people start spewing out of the windows and each is a rat dragging a building and screaming for her to unloose them. She wakes up and, afraid that she might get used to all that he hat and fears about the street, resolves to keep fighting and get away. She thinks of an afternoon the spring before when she had seen a crowd around a man who had been stabbed by a butcher on Lenox Avenue and

He was in time travel. He had to jump into the correct time path in order to get home. If he jumped in the wrong one he'd be stuck forever in the path of time. So he waited till he saw the graveyard. It was in sight he jumped. He was back the world. As he was walking home he didn't eve any familiar faces. He went to where his house would have been. He walked in. There was a family inside. He said sorry wrong home and left. He realized that he jumped in the wrong path and he was stuck there

Out of nowhere, he hears something from the woods behind him. He turns around as quickly as he could and said ,“ Hello, is anyone there?” it was dead silent. His heart started to race and he started to feel scared so, he turned around and started running the opposite side from where he heard the noise from. He kept hearing a walking coming closer and closer almost as there is someone chacing him but everytime he would turn around there was nobody

The forest was silent. Too silent. Woods were supposed to be vibrating with activity, never quite calm yet still never active. The insects should be buzzing, the owls calling, the night wolves roaming. Nathaniel knew this, and it made him anxious. The only sounds that were heard were his footsteps, but he knew he wasn’t alone. He never was these days. He had felt someone following him for a few days, but he never bothered to go find them. He had thought that, if they wanted to kill him, they already would have tried in the dozens of occasions they had in a day, like when he was changing or when he had to go hunting. In those moments, he never was 100% alert, instead focusing on the task at hand. However, he had still never let his guard down, because

The most suspenseful part of this story is at the end where the police car - with no one in it - who was interacting with the narrator put him under arrest for walking “suspiciously” around the his neighborhood. “They passed one house on one street a moment later, one house in an entire city of houses that were dark, but this one particular house had all of its electric lights brightly lit, every window a loud yellow illumination, square and warm in the cool darkness... The car moved down the empty river- bed streets and off away, leaving the empty streets with empty pavements, and no sound and no motion all the rest of the chill November night,” (Bradbury - Curriculet). This final bit of information from the text creates something so little made a big difference in the narrator’s

There are many fears which lies in the human’s mind, but being alone is the worst fear of all. There is a middle aged man named Charles Dickerson, who is stuck by himself with no way out. While growing up, the Dickerson family was living a normal life until a day comes which tears their family apart. On the night of Friday 13, 1985 their house flew up into flames with only one way out, the front door. This wasn’t no ordinary house, this house had eyes and a mouth and had actions as if it were a human. The house’s eyes would be staring at you during your sleep and get inside of your head and made you have a terrible nightmare. While sitting alone in the darkness, you could be hearing people talk but no human being is here. While Charles’s dad was trying to get them out of the enormous flames, the house came alive it seemed and all the windows and door shut and locked and wasn’t going to open for no body. It’s like the house wanted the whole family to die. After the fire, Charles found himself hiding in his closet without any burns or even a mark of harm. When he came out in search of his family, he found himself looking at their burned bodies and wondering why nothing happened to him. This was the start of Charles Dickerson’s worst nightmare.

Stepping out into the cold, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and began to run. Margo heard their screams to come back. She was almost at the end, but then she landed on the ground with a loud thud.Her cries echoed off the wall. Margo looked around to see that no one was there, or at the door. They had disappeared, walked away from the door. Had she made it up? Did they actually care? Of course they didn’t, she was crazy after all. Margo had been left alone again, except this time it wasn’t in a closet, it was on the hard floor of the

The lights of the van went on as everyone piled out but my body refused to move and as the door shut I returned into the restless sleep.The freezing cold dragged me awake and aware for the first time since the fireworks, crawling to the front of the empty van I reached forward and pushed the small volume button that alerted me of the time the small green letters read 2:17 a.m. I slowly sat up and crawled towards the door as I slowly opened it; hopped out landing softly on the cement I went to the patio door hoping that it would be unlocked. But as I expected the door grudgingly refused access.

It had been almost a year since the asylum had been abandoned. There had been rumors that there are still the ghosts and even people still in there. None of this feared Jake. A few times he had pondered if he should explore it. “There is no such thing as ghosts, I’ll be fine.” He said with a snicker. He made up his mind that night and rummaged through his home for a flashlight along with a camera. He got in his car, “It’s about time I prove everyone wrong.” He stated as he drove off into the night. He arrived at the asylum, it had gave off an eerie vibe. He grabbed his items and hopped the fence. Staring at the building, he started to lose courage. What had seemed like a small building from the distance, had seemed like a one hundred story