Short Story

In that moment she really felt like a slut. She left without saying another word. She never would’ve believed to end up like that. When she arrived at the door there was a cough from Fang, she didn’t dare to turn around, still she stood dormant like a doll once again. There was a swish in the silence. Her hand shot out and got hold of

Two dark brown eyes, hooded by heavy lids turned in his direction and, despite his mental pep talk, his heart immediately fluttered with longing. But he quickly pushed the feeling aside and stepping into the room, he managed a watery smile. “Hey.”

A relationship had ended in tatters, with unknown causes. He was selfish enough to think that he was the cause. Over the next week Sebastian followed his two friends and watched them become more and more corpse like, husks of what they were meant to be. Hayley hadn’t talked to anyone and had cried during her free time and Chris had become increasingly reckless. He was worried and selfish. He was selfish because he wanted the loves of his life by his side and he regretted leaving them all because he was jealous.

She saw in her dream what was about to happen, looming around her in her unconsciousness, creeping into her when she was asleep, a shadowy premonition of what was coming to shatter her.

She was beneath a misty coral-colored sky, dotted with stars and dark blue clouds. She stood there, eyes wide and hardly blinking, as though she was waiting for something that could pass by in a split second and be gone in the next. But she couldn’t quite put a finger on what it is, and she still can’t.

I went to Violet’s dad’s place early in the morning. He stood in front of his house, waiting for me to get off from the upcar. I followed him to Violet’s room. The discs that covered her body had been taken away, and the signals, that were beeping behind her, had also stopped.

But she might live. He made his body flat against the wind. He pulled her to with all his sweet strength. “Keed” he whispered finally. “If you ever need shade, than think of me.”

Which seemed crazy because she was just a girl in a dream. I didn’t even know what she looked like. I had been having the dream for months, but in all that time I had never seen her face, or I couldn’t remember it. All I knew was that I had the same sick feeling inside every time I lost her. She slipped through my fingers, and my stomach dropped right out of me—the way you feel when you’re on a roller coaster and the car takes a big drop.

“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.

Sharon looked at him with sad, heavy eyes.  She was expecting some long, involved question that she really didn’t have the time to answer right now.

It had been the 5th night that the devil had spoken to him, the bright white snow outside his window, the shadow of a tree that’s casted inside Shong’s room haunts him with illusion of the day we met. I was like his best friend, I walked where his shadow laid, but we never talked, yet I was always there with him when he ran away. Away? From what you might ask, well. To keep it simple, from people like me, and that’s how he met me in the first place. In the beginning of his sophomore year, he hadn’t felt more excited of the people he’s grown fond to, he sat behind Christina everyday in Ms.Larson’s classroom, they’d have a blast and nothing could ever do him wrong, but that’s where the cliche switcheroo comes into play. Everything turned into a catastrophe, Alondra had triggered many types of mannerism from him, slapping Shong on the back of his head with the pizza she had gotten for

There was an eerie silence for a minute or so. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I couldn’t process what was happening. I just stared at her. A faint white blur in the distance growing smaller. I wanted to go to her. To protect her like I promised I would do, but I could only float away. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at her so instead I turned to look at the fading wreck that had once been our ship.

“I’m good, I’m great!” She smiled up at him; she found his other hand resting on her shoulder.

“I need your help with my past. I woke up in these clothes close to around here and I couldn’t remember much. All I remember is my name, what my ability is, and my age,” he said looking upset, “Everything else is a blank. Not to mention, I woke up with this note saying that I would find a girl around here who could help me. It said she’d be in an alley.”

"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.