Short Story Of Home Alone

The house sat alone on the top of a grass covered hill , nobody ever came up but tonight was different . I heard the slow rumble of a car making it’s way up the hill , my father immediately grabbed

The door quickly, yet quietly opened and then shut just as quickly and quietly. A light sniffle could be heard and the quick shuffle of feet and the ruffling of a book bag could be heard. She peaked her head around the corner just in time to catch a fleeting glance of the backpack as her son slinked into his bedroom and quickly shut the door. She glances at her watch and realizes she heard the sound of the bus dropping him off twenty minutes ago. Her motherly instincts could detect something was wrong; she quietly crept to his door and her hear broke at the sound of her son’s quiet sniveling. She then softly cracked the door open and then gracefully walked in to comfort her downcast child.

Turning on the tv she was surprised to see on the news that an avenged murderer was on the loose. The lady on the news said it's best if people secure all windows and doors as a safety hazard. With the dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window and locked each of them one by one. She kept reassuring herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog and that her parents would be home shortly anyways. So Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for her to go to bed.

To begin, Can you image having to lose your family, friends and cousins and all your left with in this world is yourself and you no longer belief in God because of all the terrifying things that you seen and had to experiences and because you were taught that god is everywhere and God is good also his very forgiving but it all turns around when Elie’s and his family also their Jew’s get taken to concentration camp where dreams don’t exist only blood, flames, painful and most important were who survival only matters and trying to stay in the some spend of marching as the others pensioner so you won’t get shot. The only way a person survived is looking after themselves first and staying strong. Elie’s a 15 years old boy always has been a very

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

He did not want to scare her away. His footfalls are audible in the silent night, reaching out to her, each step bringing them closer together. Their turmoil of emotions rivals a hurricane, fear, fury and rage but most of all love shines in her eyes. Pure adoration is reflected in his. One foot forward, step by step, the space between them ceased to exist. Prowling forward, pushing her backwards into the building and onto the elevator, he corners her. Unnerved, she stands still in disbelief, doubting that he is really here. Staring at his face, his chiseled jaw, the definition in his shoulders, it seemed that wherever he went he had been worked hard. A calloused hand comes up and brushes a strand of hair from her face.

After joy was situated on the bed, she fell asleep so fast it seemed like she passed out. As he looked at joy resting on the bed, her mother turned to him and tanked him then asked him

I was starting to worry, it is getting dark out.” She told me kissing my forehead. “Now come help me with dinner.’ Taking my hand and dragging me away, but not before I could see the smugness of my brother’s face. I sent him a glare before making it into the kitchen. The rest of the night went on, and rather like other nights when we’ve been together. We sat down, ate, and talked. Nothing particularly special about the rest of that night, excepting George’s visit. Still though, this was one of the few occasions we could actually all come together. At least one that was enjoyable. The next morning was one I was genuinely looking forward to. But when I woke up hearing Mum calling me. So I had gotten dressed, in a skirt this time, in an effort to silence her. I left my room expecting to see my mother making breakfast. But instead seeing two officers of sorts, waiting at the open door. With my mother and father standing in front of

Own had been visiting, and he had gone out to collect some herbs to help with Percival’s illness. Percival had just drifted off when he heard the front door smash open. Disoriented, he assumed he was dreaming. However, his mother’s earsplitting screams and the sounds of furniture smashing forced

She would never fully understand Rose's motive in all this. Why this all had to be. However, the pain of it all, it was real. She couldn't understand it either. There was so much yet so little she knew. But when Rose's arms found her way around her she felt that warmth again. It melted her from the inside and she couldn't help but lean into the Gem for comfort.

When he opened the door excitement ran through his blood. The room was huge! He could easily fit everything he ever wanted. Their was a window in his room where he could see the beaches with surfers surfing the waves. When everything was all set up Jim rushed into his room and jumped into his queen size bed. Jim grabbed the remote and turned on his TV and his PS3 and settled into his comfy bed. One thing rolled in and out of his brain though. Tomorrow was his first day at San Ysidro High School and Jim wasn’t sure what to expect. Jim alarm rang at 7 o’clock and Jim excitedly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. “Read for your first day of school kids?”, said said Jim’s mom. “Yes Mom”, said Jim, and Jessica in unison. “Well you better hurry up if you don’t want to be late for the first day of school!”, said Jim’s and Jessica’s mom. “Now kids if you make your beds, do some laundry, and do some laundry every once awhile. I will pay you guys five dollars each.” , said said their mother. “Sweet” , said Jim and Jessica. “That starts today!” , said Amanda. After Jim had gotten ready he ran down his driveway to catch the bus. When the bus arrived Jim held his breath as he walked up the steps

Jaylee sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom. She closed the door and stood there, waiting. The door slowly creaked open, and her heart was hammering against her chest like a zoo animal trapped in a cage.

At that moment I realized that I hurt her. She was hoping this one time I would follow the rules. She stood up for me, told my dad that I was responsible enough now to have the house to myself and I stabbed her in the back. She tried to talk but she could not get the words out. The only words I heard come from her mouth was, “I'm disappointed in you son.”. I heard it clearly, it was sharp like the tip of a fine knife. I wanted to kill myself.

They had made it just in time. They were the last passengers to board the bus. Once they were safely past the ticket master, Rose found the first available pair of chairs and slid into the window seat. She collapsed into her chair, leaning forward, folded over her knees. She had to cover her face with her hands, shoulders shaking with hilarity. She realized he'd be settling into a mood so Rose reached out, catching the Doctor's jacket so that she could pull him into the seat beside her. Once he landed, Rose had to drop her face onto the man's shoulder, breathing deeply, before she even had a small semblance of

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.