Short Writing : A Short Story

After walking an hour, they finally came to a place where they would rest. They weren’t sure where they were, but when their mother had seen some signs she immediately yelled excited, “Oh, this is where your aunt’s house should be. We could stay here until we find ourselves a proper house!”

Raina left the house and set out on her mission. Walking down the sidewalk, she felt a shadow following her every move. Then, when she least expected it,

Margot had all but forgotten about the sun. Now, remembering the sun, the sound of the rain outside seemed stronger, trapping her inside with a wall of water. Margot couldn’t say a word.

In the early 1800’s, high in the mountains, secluded from the rest of the world a small town that goes by Umbrae. The town only had 130 people living there. The nearest town was six hours away by hours and carriage. The people live normal lives, they helped each other with anything and everything. They were all friendly and kind to each other. It was just a simple town… well you could say they were just a “normal” town with “normal people.

Sally hurried to her Aunt Sarah’s door to avert the rain. Her red locks sopping wet. Mrs. Chipley handed over Sally’s luggage and zoomed off. All her nerves were on their toes as she pushed the doorbell in.

Ashely wanted to go into the woods farther than usual. She was going to ask her mom if she can go into the woods farther, but she really wanted to go into the woods. While she was in the woods she climbed up a tall tree. She could see her neighborhood from the tree. It was getting

Once she made it outside she was hit with a scent of food and sweat, a great combo. She fought in a line of people to get a schedule. When she got the schedule her and her friend quickly went through it to pick out all the people they need to see before the day was

She was just getting out of the shower when she heard a knock on the door. Now who could that be? No one knew she had moved. Throwing on a simple white shirt that barely covered her breasts and a pair of yellow bikini bottoms, she made her way to the door. Her hair was wet and the shirt clung to her like a second skin. She really needed to find her towels.

As thoughts flooded her mind, she began to make irrational ideas. The day had been simply dark and overcast, but in seconds it became a wall of water, the covering on the buildings did nothing. As the heavy rain drops hit the little girl in the centre of her head, the drops running down her face following and mimicking the tracks of where her dry tears once ran .

As John approached the house he was thinking I am almost home I cannot wait to see Ann again. John had been walking for what felt like an eternity but was just a few long hours. Generally, John didn’t mind the walk from his father’s homestead to his but it was currently winter and a deadly blizzard was taking place. The unforgiving snowstorm began as John bundled himself up for the long walk to his father’s place; as the day, the storm had progressively gotten extremely worse to where it was white out conditions, as he could not see past his hands. John approached the house he was relieved to be out of the storm, he had opened the door ajar to keep as much of the storm out as he could.

We were camping in the woods like we did every summer the last weekend before school. Me and Alex had heard of an old abandoned cabin in the woods, that had supposedly been home to witches. Supposedly they had come back to haunt it. No one believed those old wives tales. Annie however, well she was scared of her own shadow.

It was raining the next day. With her forehead against the window she felt the rains chill and heard it hitting the glass. The

The sky turned a blackish grayish with a purple tint. Everyone went into their homes because they expected a storm. Alice and Zach, a young couple that lived on a hill near town heard about the warning but didn’t know too much about it. They preferred to stay away from town because of the king and Alice’s mother died when she was young and had to be raised by a mean family. Just to be safe they closed all their windows and doors and went to the highest floor of their

It took very long, but by sunset, she recognized her farm and her fields. But it had been destroyed. The fields looked as if they had erupted, and her animals were missing. But her house was the saddest . . . it was gone. All her belongings were scattered everywhere.

Beatrice and I stopped by a creek for a short rest; we lay together under a tree and l looked up somehow mesmerized by the dark clouds, lost in my own thoughts I fell into a deep slumber. Unaware of the time I woke up dumbstruck as heavy rain shoots down from the sky and gustily wind pushing hard against my face with the sound of thunder crackling all around me. Beatrice and I struggling to get up we hurried to our carriage and quickly took refuge, with our clothes wet and damp we waited for the unforgiving rain to end. With much luck the horrific storm lasted for only a couple more minutes which was a huge relief but had made us fallen behind schedule. We step out of the carriage soaking wet as we hurried to change and quickly continued with no time to spare.