Short Writing : A Short Story

“Yeah, I know little man, but you could have at least took a shower. Brother are you flagrant or what!” They both started laughing. “So you want me to keep everyone away right?”

The three detectives pull up to see officers' busily working their crime scene. Looking up Rachel notices the heavy rain clouds that are quickly moving in from the north.

And in the dark, under the protection of his covers, Scott McCall cried. He cried for those he had lost. Whose names he’d never forget. He cried for those he thought he was losing. His pack, those he’d call his family. He cried for his mother. The strong and capable woman that she was, knowing that there would come a time that she too, would crumble. But most of all he cried for

After a while, a little smile crept up onto my face. “Well, maybe just a little swim in the deep end.” I said quietly to myself. I bravely walked out of the pool, wincing at the hot ground. My footsteps turned into splashes as I walked into the bubbling hot tub. In the refreshing warmth of the hot tub, I turned to the people in the hot tub, and Sydney’s smeared with sunscreen face stared back at me. And Emily, turned in the other direction lounging around, turned to look at me. “Okay guys, I am going to go,” I started, trying to keep my face strong, “for a swim in the deep end.” I finished, my voice quivering. They both gasped and looked at me like I was crazy. “Will one of you come?” I said, my whole body shaking. “I will!” Emily exclaimed.

"Initially, he wasn't sure what to believe," Leon said. "Della and my mother were both brought in for questioning, much to my dismay. It didn't take long for Mother to confess. She was desperate to protect Della from any suspicion." Leon said. His words came faster. "As you know, Uther had no tolerance for any kind of magic, even if it was used for good. He sentenced her to burn at the stake." Leon's voice wavered at those last words.

Johnny mumbled, “Why is it people who were supposed to be so smart are so damn stupid?”

Eli was in the shop checking on the shipment that had come in this morning. Glad to see that the parts he had ordered for his current restoration project were all here and in good condition. This put him in a great mood.

Tom was nice. One night at dinner, he promised to explain the joke to me.

The storm raged on - both internally and externally. The struggle between her crushing depression and her desperate, primal instincts for survival battled it out, destroying her life. She sat there alone, sobbing like a lost child needing either guidance or the sweet release of the end. As she waited, disinterested in her own dismal fate, she wallowed in her ever-present sorrow.

“Good girl.” the man whispered into my ear. He slowly pulled the knife from my throat, and I could hear his footsteps as he leisurely strolled away. To scared to turn around, I stood in the same place for what felt like hours. When I finally summoned the courage to glance behind me, he was gone, vanished into the distance. Dropping to my knees, I began to weep, both out of grief for my father and fear over what had just happened; what kind of trouble had my father found himself in, and why had this cost him his life?

“You told me that once you decided not to go back even if Syd didn’t keep her word. We stand a much better chance together than if we go it alone. I told Donovan that I knew and he told me to get out. I am not going back.”

“Yeah,” she shook her head in agreement, “I believe you are right. Though I truly believe that everyone needs to start focusing on surviving as a team. There is no way in hell that we can do this without each other, Everyone needs someone to rely.” She stated with a slight, the hair she had pulled back bounced around wildly. Her dark brown hues stared at her. “There isn’t anything wrong with thinking about the long wrong as long you don’t forget about the here and now,” lifting her hand she gestured to everything around them. “Don’t wanna get too caught up thinking about the future and forget that the dead is wandering around eating the living. Stick with your group and you’ll survive.” Laurel spoke in a soft voice, a smile forming on her lips. “Even though the poor girls end up saving the men who want to protect them in the end.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. She hated men like that before the end of the world and she hated them even more now.

Once in an old time, there was a princess named Shaelyn. She lived in a castle with her two parents King Craig and Queen Angie. She was a short 15-year-old brunette that didn’t have many friends. She was very shy and would have much rathered sit in her room alone all day instead of going out. Her mother had recently fallen ill and died unexpectedly. Shaelyn and her mother had a very strong bond, they were like best friends. When her mother had suddenly died she was devastated that she would never be able to see her again and would have done anything for one more goodbye.

“NO” was the first word that she uttered when he was enjoying squeezing the nectar of her purity. He was the same person who fought against the whole world only to marry her three months ago. He was the same person who took a vow to protect her from the outer world, but he forgot to mention that one day he won’t be able to control his inner demon. Today, two months after their marriage, he came back late from the office and starts unbuttoning his shirt and she is not ready for what he wants. She is on her period. He was tired and jaded and wanted that pleasure which he hasn’t felt from the last two days because of his busy schedule.

In the year of 2009 at the age of 8 or 9 my mom had big news to tell me. Many emotions were brought upon me, but for the most part I was excited yet scared to hear the news. My aunt and grandma knew about the news, so I was next in line. My mother didn't know how to tell me because I was so young and she didn't know if I was able to handle the news or not. One morning while getting ready for school, she sat me down and said she had some news to tell me. After thinking about all the possible things she could say, I eventually asked what was it? She responded back that I was going to be a big sister.