Short Story : The Story

I thought she would laugh, but she didn’t. We were eating dinner together. My sister and dad were out to a movie. It was quiet, peaceful inside the house. My mother said, “You could be good at that.” When I asked her why she felt that way, she smiled. She said, “I know you’re always telling stories in your head.” She surprised me. I asked her if she thought my sister could be a writer and she said, “Not in the same way.” I wanted her to talk more about who she thought I could be, but my dad and sister came home. My dad was mad that we hadn’t made enough dinner for him, that we hadn’t thought to turn on the porch light, that the pesto had been left on the counter, that he always had to clean up after us.

She said she needed to talk to my dad about something and that i should go inside for now. I knew something was wrong but at that time it didn’t add up to be this scenario. I watched it through the blurry kitchen window like a movie scene, my mom broke the news to my father and the tears streamed down his face. I automatically knew what was happening and to this day i don't remember how but i guess i had put the clues together before my father had or he cared for my mother more than she thought he had. After a while my father opened the door and said that my mother had something to tell me, i began sobbing and he kept asking “why are you crying? Cheyanna what are you crying for?” He hadn’t yet known that i knew what was happening and i didn’t want to accept the truth. We walked outside into what should’ve been a perfect summer day with the blue sky peeking through the trees as the wind rustled the leaves. My mother told me she was leaving my dad, she gave me no reason and i don’t recall her even crying or showing sympathy for

My dad didn’t get to be there when I was born, he didn 't get to be there for the first 4 years of my life. What he did get were calls from us crying, because kids would make fun of us because they thought that we didn’t have a dad. It was either that or that we didn’t get to see him because he was in jail. My mom knew, my dad knew, my whole family knew that this wasn’t true, but they didn’t. This went on for a couple of years. One day I woke up and I didn 't see my brother.

My mom would be back from work, at 8. Along with my little sister. When was she going to tell me? I couldn’t not say anything to her about it. I was so mad at her. I wanted to blame her for the divorce. It seemed like she initiated every argument these days. I thought if she would just keep her mouth closed they wouldn’t be so hostile towards each other. My dad loves my mom, I could never imagine him filing for divorce against her. I had butterflies in my stomach when I heard the garage opening. My mom casually walked into my room and said “hi sweetie”, I must have sounded upset because her next words were “What’s wrong?”. She was an expert on my emotions, anytime I was mad or sad she could tell. I felt my bottom lip quiver so I couldn’t reply. After I walked out of my room, I went to her dresser and plopped the yellow envelope in my mom's lap. “Why?” I said, my mom looked defeated, “There are some things that you are going to understand one day Naya” her reply enraged me. I couldn’t hold back the tears. She got off the bed and embraced me. My little sister threw a book from my desk at my mom and screamed “Stop making sister cry mommy”. I couldn’t help but laugh at

"Is this my time," Tanis Lightbody asked himself as he lay with one side of his face pressed against the asphalt as the ricochets echoed in his ears as if they were the percussions of drumsticks and his head the drum. He knew that if he got up to run, his silhouette, his blackness, would be perforated with punctuations, with periods of light, by the things making the explosive typewriter sounds, the lead hailstorm falling all around him. He also knew that if he didn't, the end result would be the same. Tanis knew that like everything else it was just a matter of time.

As Bahauddin pushed the door to the shaft as slow as molasses falls out or the bottle to make it so no one would be able to hear the creak of the rusted and moldy hinges that are barely holding the door up. He could see the invaders about 100 yards away from him consumed in their fighting as if there's nothing else worth paying attention to. He slowly began to climb out of the shaft he realized that the lanterns were giving off light in the smoke of the cannons. He could hear the invaders yelling things such as

When I first walked into Cook’s Coffeehouse, I called out aloud, to see if anyone was there to help me with my situation. Eventually, a young woman walks towards me and asks angrily,

That one thing that is constantly there. It doesn’t go away, it’s like a fly that keeps coming back you keep swatting at it but it keeps finding a way to get to you. It’s pain, it’s grief, it’s anguish and you have to find a way to live with that. It feels as though you have bricks on your shoulders at all times and you just want to throw them off but you can’t they are stuck there. This is going to tell the story of a young girl and her struggle with pain from such a young age.

“Say cheese girls!” her mother sang as they squeezed in close before the flash solidified the moment for eternity.

It was a dark sunday, jonathan was unpacking his items in his new house.”uhh, this weighs a ton.”, he said to himself. When he finished everything he sat on his couch and drank a glass of coke. As the day got darker he went to kfc to get food, he arrived home and took a bite he kept chewing and chewing but he couldn’t swallow it, it was as hard as rubber. The next morning he woke up feeling week as if someone was on him. He thought it was from all the moving. He invited his friend alex later that day, alex walked in feeling sick. They talked and went out to eat. They both went their separate ways after the day.

On a bright sunny day in the middle of summer, I woke up wrapped in my warm fluffy blanket with a dog. With my mom saying, “Austin wake up your cousin will be coming visiting us.”

The story opens to a local park the kids are all in their own little world hanging out with each other. Kameron is not at the park he is working since it’s only him and Kory.

“Tara” I said, my face burning hot red. “That evil little manipulating b-” “What time is it?” Selene interrupted. “What are you talking about? “The note” Up until that I had completely forgotten about it. “It’s 4:59” Seth said, looking down at his watch. “The apocalypse starts in precisely 30 seconds.” We all looked grimly at each other. How were we supposed to stop Zeus’s attack on Earth? We weren’t gods anymore, we were just humans. And since Tara had stolen our weapons and ran off, we were completely defenseless. Suddenly, I remembered. “Anubis!” I exclaimed. We rushed into the living room to find Anubis still on the ground, trying to get up. His head was bleeding badly, and his hair stuck to his face. I to his side to help him. “What happened?” He said groggily. “Tara attacked you from behind then stole all of our weapons.” Seth remarked, scowling. “Our Tara?” Anubis replied. “Goddess of compassion? She did that?” “ Ex-Goddess of compassion.” Seth retorted. Suddenly, we heard a loud BOOM. The whole house was shaking. Seth and Selene fell to the ground while Anubis and I held on to the floor for dear life. The rumbling stopped. “5:00” Seth said. “Right on time.” We ran outside to see what had happened and we were welcomed with a cloud of dust. We all started coughing. We ran into the cloud of dust only to see a huge crater. The crater looked to be about 10 feet deep, and inside that crater was pure darkness. Or, at least, it looked like pure darkness. But suddenly,

“When she finally felt she could prove her worth she returned to Danse Macabre. She heard the news of her father's death and of the crown being passed to her brother. Her brother had wed and had three sons by the time Sinata returned from her journeys. Even if she killed her brother, there was the matter of her nephews that stopped her from having claim to the throne.

I’m sitting here in this dusty old room with nothing to do but wait. The past hour has gone by in a blur. One minute I was at the store, the next I ended up here.