Short Story : ' The Red Sled '

The day Luther was supposed to come home was like the past two days: after the dismissal of school, I would go to cross country practice. Grandma would then pick me up and take me home. When I got in the car after practice, Grandma’s facial expression told me that something was wrong, causing the air to strip from my lungs, dropping my stomach to my toes. She informed me that Luther had been taken by ambulance to St. Mary’s in Rochester. Instead of going home, we drove to see him and Mom. The ride to Rochester was a slow blur. Trying to work on homework was useless as constant thoughts about Luther flowed into my mind. When we arrived at St. Mary’s, we went straight to the NICU, where Luther was admitted. Tears filled my eyes when I saw the many chords that were connected to his little body that led to machines that I had never seen before. Mom explained to us what was going on, but I still didn’t grasp the concept that, lying in that little bed, was my baby brother. As an older sister, I felt helpless, knowing that he was going through more pain then I could ever imagine. We stayed for a couple hours, then Grandma took us home. We continued to return to Rochester every day to visit Luther and Mom.

Jonas could not bear to see Gabriel anymore. His eyes were filled with tears, showing an eternal affection for Gabe. “I am sorry Gabe”, he murmured. The little water droplets rushed across his cheek, fell on Gabe’s dry skin, and tingled in its warmth with a bright glow over his face. The warming sensation did not last on Gabe’s face for more than a second. Gabriel appeared so lifeless that he wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t move, or even open his eyes.

A lone candle burns into the senseless night. Its wax trickling down its side. I stare at the clock and it is barely half past nine, yet time seems to stand still. I stare at the window and investigate the nasty mesmerizing blizzard falling outside my window. I could not grasp anything other than the snow. All I can do is moan as each passing second this bloody snow lingers and destroys my vision of a perfect Christmas, in which Santa would come and visit me in my sleep. At the time I was only four but I treasured Christmas and the snow surrounding it. Little did I know the damage that it would entail into my life.

As I stepped outside, the cold suddenly rushed to me, wrapping me inside of it. The leaves rustled by on the garden path. My first thought was to go back inside, but I decided to be that wonderful father, and make sure that everything is ok. So I kept walking forward, being careful not to trip on the dark, bumpy dirt path. Then I heard the noise again, a faint vooing, like voo voo voo getting louder and softer. I followed the sound, and then all of a sudden, it stopped. I listened really hard, but i couldn’t hear anything anymore. My conscious said to just go back, but my body took another step forward, for what reason, I have no idea. Then my body felt like it was being stretched apart and all i could hear was VOO VOO

One night, thoroughly past her bedtime, Georgiana crept stealthily downstairs to sneak a bite of pie, even though her mother would never approve. She immediately realized a heavy drape of desolation. The only noise was her heart beating to the rapid rhythm of the twitching fan. Georgiana thought that no one would be awake at one in the morning. She slipped through the doorway into the kitchen. For an instant, her heart stopped. A dreadful sight stood in her way. An innocent and isolated individual lay with his hand grasping for life, but it was already over. Taking a step back, she

Then came my brother’s illness. Within the span of less than a week, I was hurled into the real world: a world of uncertainty, adults, and death. Death had finally reached my front door. For four months, he waited there, but would not come in. This time, he was expected. After about three months, and for the first time in my life, I truly feared Death and its power. Unlike with the first three boys, death was more expected. My brother was not eating, not walking, and was showing no signs of improvement. Looking back on it now, I realize that to the adults, it probably seemed like only a matter of time. With my childlike faith, however, this did not seem like a possibility, or at least I told myself that. My brother could not die, he was not like those other boys. Yet he was, to Death’s cold, indiscriminate eye, my brother was exactly the same. However, as I have learned, Death does not care. Death did not care that my brother had been bedridden in a hospital for the past few months or that another boy was just trying to enjoy a pool-party, because he eventually decided to leave my brother alone. He left our home’s doorway with only the smudge of his fingerprints on the

He sat pondering with stinging eyes outside in the frosty evening air. His head was throbbing with a migraine that carried his thoughts to darker times, times that made his heart burn. Times that now caused his lungs to only inhale, that suffocating feeling the feeling of deaths unbearable hug, the engulfment of pain. He had felt it many times before. The anxiety and stomach nausea was almost always with him though only he knew of it. This boy was fluid in the language of pain. For he had the scars the screams and the sorrow to prove it. Currently his lungs began to fail him only allowing an inhale of agony, no oxygen would be permitted to exit, because the panic would not allow it. His eyes begin to blur like they sometimes would and

All I knew was that he was gone, but not his body. I came to the conclusion that I should burn it, so I did. I pulled up my torn and ragged sleeves and proceeded to search the yard or things to build a fire with, a fire big enough to get rid of his wretched body. I dragged his lifeless corpse over to the fireplace and watched as it caught aflame. I sat there just staring at it for hours on end, adding more fuel to the fire when need be. Soon the early morning came, but the bones remained stricken of his rotten flesh so I attempted to smash them to bits upon the stone, and succeeded other than a few big pieces which I stashed away under the floor and stone. The ashes were everywhere and overflowing so I carried what I could out upon the brink of exhaustion and soon enough fell

Strands of red disappearing from existence, Calvin witnessed Amos slip from the yeti's life-snatching swipe, and its ensuing thunderous howl rattled the frozen stiff air. Fists flung against the ground, dispersing a crystal storm across its surroundings that played a jarring, fickle-noted song against the ice. The yeti swung its body in a semicircle before stampeding towards Calvin, its currant-stained, sawtooth teeth festering for a single tear at his flesh. And claws click-clacked at a spine-chilling speed while screeching across the field like nails on a chalkboard.

I hobble up to my husband’s grave, last time I was here, I could barely see the headstone through the crowd of people I didn’t know. I left the funeral early, it was too much for me to handle. The cold air nipped at my boney hands, and the tip of my nose. I can barely make it through the snow without tripping. It is worth it just to talk to him. The smell of death reaches my nose before I make it over the tiny hill, his grave is just at the top. I stumble over a tree root covered by snow, and I catch myself just in time with my nobby wooden cane.

If you ask me, one of my favorite memories would have to be the time my friends and I went to the sled hill at Hak Island. It was a amazing day and a had lots of fun. The hill was huge but so was the line, and our coats were a little too large as well.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

Jonas felt the cold snow biting his nose. The cold wind howling, trees croaking, and...and the sound of music was in his ears. He knew that it was real, and that it was coming from that log cabin that was now right in front of him. He tried to stand up but he was just too weak. He just fell down on the cold, wet, snow. He had given all his warm memories to gabriel just to keep him alive. Then it all went black.

It is ironic how we can look back at something that scared us when we were younger; yet, the memory

As I laid there, staring into the blinding white light illuminated by the shattered windows, tranquil winds began whispering into my frail ears. With all my strength, I thrust myself up from the comfort of my bed and carefully shifted my legs towards the dilapidated door. I slowly gaze through the millions of derelict hospital beds, however, life is nowhere to be found... Sentiments of abandonment raced through my conscience as every muscle in my body began contracting. My mind entered a state of anguish as my body began taking control. I pounced myself towards the slippery, icy slabs of marble with great alacrity as I lunged towards the wooden door. Without hesitation, I grasp the asperities of the wooden handle and shove the door open. However, I only unlocked the gates to hell... Syringes congested with concoctions of blood scattered lifelessly on the rugged floors as vines began forming a twisted maze on the walls, engulfing the room with their life-absorbing tentacles. A pungent, dank odour crept into my sinuses as the abhorrent chemicals trickled down my desiccated taste buds, inducing a nauseating pain in my stomach. Anxiety consumed me as I dashed through the eerie hallway, seeking the serene sunlight emitted from the door. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally escaped the diabolical, dilapidated abyss. However, what I perceive is inconceivable…