Short Story : The Story

Looking into the girl’s eyes’ I could see my mother. I remembered the nights where I lay in bed, listening to the sound of the fighting. My mother would shout, my father would yell back, and then screaming, and whimpering. I remembered how would bury my face into my pillow, hoping I could also bury the problems. My father’s new job in Australia was our ticket to a better life, although it meant leaving my best friend behind.

“You’re going to be great, Amber, stop worrying,” my mother says with an encouraging smile. There is going to be thousands of people, looking at me and only me, and I swear if I trip, I will shoot myself, what’s there to worry about?, I think to myself returning the smile, so she won’t know how terrified I really am. She gives my sweety, unsteady hand a tight, brief squeeze and slowly walks away to return to our small family of four. I know she must go find a place to sit but I can’t help but want her to hold my hand until all of this is over, just like when I was a little girl. I can’t do this without her… I ponder, as her and the rest of my family slowly intermix with the sea of people. When my family is finally out of sight I hesitantly

Our story starts off in a small, war ravaged greek village. It is not technologically advanced, nor do they know a lot about science and how the world functions. Here, we find Ventra, a young teenage boy, using his wind powers to destroy a small market to steal the delicious fruits. As Ventra is on the run, he bumps into a middle aged woman named Brite. She thought he did it on purpose, so she blinded him with her light powers, knocked him out, and took him to her hideout. When Ventra woke up all he could hear is a woman walking towards him. The room was pitch black, until many torches were lit to light up the room.

On an early Monday morning the sun rises over a small house located in a quiet town by the name of Old City of Rhoads in Greece. When the sun hits the small house, the house looks even smaller and the shadow of the house outlines the old looking torn apart boards holding the roof together. Even though this house looks old and small everyone in the town knows the story behind the man who used to live there, and the family who lives there now. The man who build and used to live in the house went by the name of Floyd Blackwood. Floyd was a master fisher man and would bring food to the town for family’s to buy and eat, because the town of Old City of Rhoads has always had a shortage of livestock. Floyd was basically a hero. He would spend his nights fishing, and his days building a house for him, his wife, and son. One day Floyd finished the house. And while his wife and son were settling in he decided to go fishing on his boat. Floyd went out to sea and started fishing but, before he could even realize how late it was and turn around he was trapped in a sea storm and did not make it out alive. The small house is now owned by Floyd’s wife, violet who lives with her now 17- year old son John.

“I… I don't know,” Carol replied and coughed. “I can see people on the stairs below me. They are shouting something, wait. Oh my God, they are saying the building is falling. I… I don't know what to do.”

I’ll never forget the day my voice was unheard. I was a very timid kid with a fear of public speaking and afraid to give my opinion. I have always kept to myself. People have never listened to me, and it was probably because my voice was very low or they didn’t really care what I had to say. I always thought kids were going to laugh at me for speaking nonsense. However, that all changed with a robbery.

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.

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,

Angela Liddel stares out of the window of the limousine forlornly. Boarding school is often romanticized in novels and movies, but the concept is daunting to the sixteen-year-old. All of her friends she’s known her whole life live back west, and she’s never been to the east coast before. The Atlantic Ocean isn’t nearly as impressive as she’d expected, and so far feels all around disappointment to the entire experience of arriving at Madame LeFoux’s Academy for Exemplary Young Ladies. Angela wasn’t sure what she expected, but this certainly wasn’t it.

Kihyun has spent almost his entire life staring down at the compass embedded in his wrist; watching as the needle spun and turned and wobbled, begging him to go and search and find that person out there he was meant to be with. The only problem with having this kind of soul bond was that he couldn’t just do that. Kihyun could not just impulsively jump on any plane and start bouncing around the world to find his other half. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t due to his own job constraints and the life he chose to live.

As I got out of the car, and began to walk to the big front doors of the building he noticed a ton of other kids that looked pretty serious.

The story begins in a small town of Halo,Kentucky. The story I'm going to be sharing with you is very heartfelt yet a touching feeling. The man Im sharing with you today was Born into a family of coal miners, he grew up very poor and had to deal with many different types of struggles and challenges, still to this day it is very hard for him to overcome. This man didn't make it past 5th grade because he developed a problem with his right ear that would have him in and out of hospitals fighting infections, the infections got so bad that they had him fighting for his life and ultimately leading to him being deaf in his right ear. The infections felt like someone was jabbing him in and out of his head with a thin sharp knife making his eyes jerk back and forth. His brain was on total pause leaving his body feeling like an empty hour glass. This strong man had told me he had to be hospitalized in the state of Virginia for the ear infection, This infection had began to increase rapidly and had his whole side of his face was swollen to an enormous size the pain was unbearable he kept scratching behind his ear because it ached so bad it ended up breaking the skin and infection shot like a bullet a splattering the wall beside his bed. His ear problems were finally taken care of but not until he was in his twenties by a doctor in Michigan.

“Violet!” Violet’s mother called. Violet continued bobbing her head to the music coming from her headphones. She continuously flipped through the pages of her book, finding the story uninteresting. “Violet!” Her mother called again but loud enough for her to hear. This time, Violet had heard her mother's calling and groaned in annoyance.

The sun was setting on what seemed like a normal winter day, but the people in the nearby town would never guess that on that very normal day they would find the remains of one of the bloodiest massacres ever to take place in their quaint, little town. Now, I’m sure that you want to know what happened, am I right? So, if I’m going to tell you the story, I’m going to tell it right. In order to do that we need to go back to the night before last. Now, I must warn you. This story is not for the faint of heart, nor for children or the elderly. This story is for those of dark hearts, those who are able to look into the darkness, unlike our dear killer, and not be engulfed. So, my dear readers, I must bid you ‘good luck’ and remember, don't look into the darkness that is contained in this story for too long, or I'm afraid you won't make your way back to the world you now know.

The story begins on a small hill on top of it is a small house now in that house had some secrets dark secrets that no one knew about on one gloomy day a young father named Mr. ross and his twin daughter’s jade and lisa they had recently lost their mother from an unknown disease the father wanted to move from that house so that they could all have a new start they moved to the country side of town found a beautiful home on the hill plenty of room for the girls to run around 2 bedrooms which was good because they didn’t like to be separated from each other so they always shared a room as they unpacked and placed everything where they wanted Mr.ross asked the girls to take some boxes downstairs as they were walking down the stairs . they heard a door shut they looked up stairs but the door was open they realized it came from down stairs they put the box down and looked around lisa accidentally kicked a box “ow!” she rubbed her foot she looked up and in front of her was a small door half the size as her and jade “jade! Come here hurry!” jade rushes over and looks at the small door “this is weird” jade said “let’s open it!” lisa says being the curious girl that she is lisa slowly reaches for the small doorknob jade quickly smacks lisa’s hand “no! What if there's a wild animal in there we could get seriously hurt” jade looks around and surprisingly finds a small key that fits the door she locks it and keeps the key in her pocket. Jade and lisa walk upstairs not telling there