Short Story Of My Story

“Madison Carter! I know you were the class clown! Don’t try to fool me!” my husband Johnny Flash yelped. I rolled my eyes, I didn’t have time to argue, I had to get ready.

“Here,” Dean left his stoves and knelt down beside her. “I can’t let you clean up my mess.”

Victoria lay in the hospital bed and tried to keep the memories from flooding back. The demon was gone, along with its summoner who was killed in the attacks. She felt an immense weight lifted off her. She was alive, against all odds. Because of Lorna, of all people. She’s put a stop the demon. As to why she was there in the first place was a mystery.

One evening in late fall a young innocent girl named Mary was walking along the road when she saw a poor defenseless lamb. She started to approach the lamb, and as she got closer… and closer… and closer, mary notices something around the lamb's neck. It was a collar of some sort but did not have a name tag on it. She decided to take it home and put signs up for a missing lamb. When they got back to Mary’s house the lamb noticed that the house was kind of mysterious looking, two gargoyles were placed at each side of the porch along with a statue of a weeping angel.

The old house groaned and creaked. Blake stepped over a pile of bloody glass. Someone, no something, had jumped through the window. She didn’t want to see anything more, but her feet kept moving. Blake turned the corner. The door to the parlour was ripped off it’s hinges. She didn't dare make a sound, the monster was still here, and it wanted her. The parlour couch was slashed open, it's stuffing falling out. A nasty red stain colored the white couch. A arm,mangle and shredded, was lying under the couch. Blake resisted the urge to throw up. She ran into the kitchen, trying to hide from her fate. A stench of blood filled my nostrils. Blake turned her head. A girl her age was lying on the floor. Her long blonde hair was matted with blood. Her neck was twisted at an odd angle. She had a bloody stump from where her arm was torn out of its socket. Long cuts indicated where an inhuman creature clawed open her chest.I had never seen her before. She was just a guest at this party. Blake knew Maia was here. Even if Blake found her, it was probably too late.

It was midday when a man named, John was driving across the state to see his family. While driving through back roads, he encountered abandoned woods. Soon the unexpected happened, his engine started smoking. John had no choice but to pull over in the middle of nowhere to check it out. He was able to get the car up and running normal again but, something else happened, his tires were flat. John had no spare tires, it was like this was no accident. So, he started walking through the woods looking for help. After an hour of finding nothing, he tried to go back to his car but, his car was gone! After panicking for a brief moment, he thought to call the police but, he left his phone in the car, now he didn’t know what to do. After a hard hour of thinking he knew what he had to do, he had to find somewhere to sleep but he didn’t know where to look. He began to search around for a few minutes in the cold and dark woods.John seen a light in the distance and tried to follow it. As John was walking, he started to feel tired. His legs went weak and he felt a shiver down his spine. Knowing he needed to hurry, John tried to run but it was like he felt like he was paralyzed at that instant John felt a hand on his shoulder, he didn’t feel alone. Once he got feeling back and could move again, it seemed as if the light started to get dimmer, John had to move quicker. Every step he took felt like he was being watched, which he didn’t like it at all. What seemed like hours of running, John

“Hey dad,” Laura asked as she skipped into the kitchen, noticing her dad was reading the newspaper, “can we go for a boat ride today, and maybe do a little fishing?”

As I jumped out the car all I could think of about that wretched person who I called mother. As I got up I felt a dreadful piercing around my left ankle but the pain was better than hearing how good of an angel his mama was. I sat back down and massaged my left ankle, it didn't really help but it felt a little better than before. I started walking again, nevertheless the heat from the scorching sun made me feel hazy. It reminded me of when my pops used to take me out to a ball game. He told me one day I was going to play in the big league and he was going to guide me every step of the way. Well he can't do that now can he?

October 14th 1985 lighting every second a very stormy night.Dark night.Amelia and Jake.Brother and sister.They were walking home and jake saw a path they had never been down or seen so he ran down it his sister now noticing and ran after him screaming “JAKE” She found him after a minute.A mild wind was there in that path but still cold.She had lost her umbrella to the wind cause it got stronger the farther they walked.They heard creepy voices it would say “HELP” “HELP” “AHHHHH”.

I remember when I was a little four year old girl I woke up in my room to the sun. It was spring time on a Saturday and it was just me and my mom at home. When I woke up I immediately went looking for her knowing she was around somewhere. I checked in the kitchen and living room but it was empty and quiet. After doing that I decided to check the basement, which as a kid is the worst place to be all alone, however for some reason I felt like she was down there because she couldn't have gone anywhere else in the small house. I traveled down the stairs very slowly because I was scared and really didn't even want to go down there. As I was walking down the basement stairs, I passed the sunny door leading to the backyard and all of the sunlight that came from the door was lighting up the basement making it look welcoming and not so cold and dark. I then heard the washing machine turn on and that's when I knew she was there and decided to pass through the dimly lit basement fastly to the laundry room where she was. When I approached her she turned around and seen that I was up and straightaway said “Oh you are up! I washed your Mrs. Bear ”. Mrs. Bear is a white bear with a brown threaded nose and two black eyes that I had been given from my mother. Mrs. Bear would always get dirty fast and as a little kid I cared about her alot, even today I still do, so when I heard my mom say she washed her I was ecstatic. I looked up to see Mrs. Bear sitting on the ledge of the small basement

“Yeah right!” Anna yelled as she kicked her horse and came chasing after me. We stopped at my grandpa’s farm.

My story begins in a cattle barn in East Tennessee. I was halter breaking a heifer, named Rosie, for the 2005 Jefferson County Fair. Although I was rather small at the time, my father thought it would be a good thing to let me do it on my own. The first thing I was ever told before grabbing a hold of the halter, was to never let go, and I took that to heart. Rosie and I took slow, timid steps as she was weary of a small child, and I was weary of a twelve hundred pound heifer.

Have you ever found something strange while you were looking for something or cleaning? Well, that happened to me, Cara. I was cleaning my old and dusty basement, when I found something that was unknown to me. It was a picture of me and this girl, who looked the same as me. I was confused and shocked at how much this girl looked liked me. Was she a sibling, a long lost family member, or maybe even a twin?

My story begins in London, England. I have two parents who seem to form an oxymoron, because even from a young age I could tell that they were the complete opposites from each other. I vividly recall living with my school friend for around a week and wondering what I had done to deserve such a fantastic vacation. When I was finally allowed to return to my parents, I did not return to the apartment I was familiar with, but a duplex house with another family I had never met before. It was much later in life, through discussion with my parents, that I learned that we were evicted. This kind of financial struggle has followed me all throughout my life. There has only ever been enough revenue to make sure our stomachs are full and to pay the bills. Afterwards, barely anything. However, these struggles have taught me that money is not happiness. In my house, there was and still is, consistent laughter. The oxymoron made it known that they loved me, no matter what the circumstance may have been. They taught me that family is important; life is can never terrible when family is there. I vowed that when I have my family, I would work as hard as I can to maintain happiness at home because happiness is the greatest medicine, the healer of all ailments.

My story begins when I was in 3rd grade and I was home alone. And I was 7 or 8 years old I’m the youngest of my siblings. During my third grade year I was a troublemaker only at home, at school I was what you call one of the goody goods. Me and my brother Colin, who is 2 years older than but acts like a kindergartner, well that my opinion would get in trouble all the time at home.