Story Of A Short Story

The knock at the door startled Dana. She set the Bible she was reading aside, stood, and approached the door.

The bleak, white landscape appeared to continue on forever as Ada trudged up the mountain side. She had heard the gunshots pierce through the icy air and immediately began running towards their origin.

“Okay Mom” she replied. Callie walked out of the old farmhouse door that led to a 200-acre farm. Callie had a passion for riding horses and barrel racing had been in her family for over 75 years. Callie’s family has lived in Oklahoma forever. She loved living on a farm and wouldn’t trade it for anything. When she reached the barn she feeds her horses and returned to the house to check in with her mother.“Mom the horses are fed and I’m going riding today!” she called “Okay, your lunch is in a bag on the counter. Be safe. I love you.” she replied

Muffled sounds of shouts and bangs on furniture can be heard in the room at the end of the dimly lit hallway that is lined with bright photos of the same smiling family. A man swings open the door, turned back to a woman cowering away from him and shouted something that was clear in sound, but it didn’t sound like English in Harvey’s head. The man slammed the door, causing one of the frames to come loose from it’s perfectly hammered-in nail and crash on the clean wooden floor.

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.

Meril held up a linen napkin. “Chartreuse?” she said, waving it in front of Harriet’s face.

His story began when he was a little boy living in America with his parents. Timmy was at his friend's house for a sleepover when he heard sirens. He looked out the window and saw the red fire trucks going in the direction of his house. He didn’t think anything of it, he thought it was a normal fire. The next day he got a call and it was from the local police station telling him that his parents died in a fire late last night. He was torn, he had three days to say goodby to all his friends in the US before he had to go to France. He was forced to go to France and live with his Aunt and Uncle. When he got there he was looking for their house for two days but could not find them. So, he went to get food at the local bread store and the owner had seen him around looking lost. He offered him a job and a home. Timmy called the owner Pere which means father in french He accepted and he worked and lived with the owner for many years.

The smell of smoke fills my room as I wake up. I can see flames rising through my door. I throw the covers off and jump out of bed. I jump over the fire and run into my parent’s room. They’re still asleep.

“Yeah right!” Anna yelled as she kicked her horse and came chasing after me. We stopped at my grandpa’s farm.

A story about an experience in my life that demonstrated my character or helped to shape it is when I got into a fight with an older kid. The day was a stormy day it was cold I only had a very thin sweater. It was raining and I was just sitting alone in the lunch room minding my own business. When l of a sudden I see a big figure walking towards me and he just took my lunch. I had no reaction because I was just too scared to. I wished my brother was still in the school to help me but he wasn't he was gone he was off to high school I was alone and I had to deal with the situation at hand. I was confused because no one has ever done anything like that. I was angry as soon as I went home I asked my brother what to do he said to fight him. That horror stuck with me through the whole night. I did not want go to school. I was not sure exactly how tall he was even though I knew he was much bigger than me. I did not even know what grade he was. But I did know his name Javier Alfredo.

A teen girl snuck into her apartment complex at noon. As she walked through the kitchen, her body froze. A part of her twitched, and before a plate could fall from her mother’s hands, she caught it.

“CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! What do I do? What do I do?” I yell while frantically pace back and forth in the living room. “How am I supposed to get to the hospital I can’t even drive!” I say sitting down on the couch with my hands in my hair.

“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.

Kagome looks around noticing the sun has begun to set behind the trees sighing not really wanting to return to the group just yet.

“I am going to tell you a story. It goes all the way back when I was once a young lad like you. It’s about all the amazing and wonderful adventures I went on. It all started at storage and collection for me. I was thirty-two at the time and was at the bottom of the lake, traveling to my parents current where they were vacationing on. I floated all the way up to the surface to look around. The sun was blazing. It shined right on me. The sun was really helpful because I was really cold, but it warmed me right up! All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I evaporated. I turned right into water vapor and rose out of the water all the way up into the atmosphere. There I stuck to dust and other particles. Once I stopped, I ran into some long-lost