The Story Of A Story

Alice grabs my hand, pulling me along with her as she dashes behind the bar. We duck down out of sight, huddle together, while Clyde remains standing as our protector.

Many conflicts can occur in a normal teenage girl's life. This one, however, was very far from what you would call a ‘normal’ conflict. It wasn’t the troublesome morning in which I couldn’t figure out what to wear, or when I had realized that my sister, Lucinda, had snatched something from my bureau because she couldn’t decide on what to wear (both of which were common) but it was something much more. Deep jealousy fueled the feeling of bloodthirsty thoughts that were all concentrated on one person. Eleanor.

They watched the rugged prince until he was far enough way from them to trail behind him unnoticed. After navigating several long halls they began down a set of stairs that unwinded into the damp, dark dungeon hidden away under the palace.

James drags his wounded leg. Trenton stands, James fires, misses. The humanoid returns fire. Blasts James' chest.

Early the next morning, Jerrit awoke the party and had everyone eat a hasty breakfast. After a telling look at Sarah, he explained to them why he was bandaged and had Petrin help him to tighten the bindings. While doing so, Petrin noticed that Jerrit’s breathing was rapid and shallow. As they finished their meager meal Dirac came into the camp followed by a single horse.

I could feel the stinging tears swelling up, I tried to hold them back, but with this pain I couldn't hold them back anymore, and I felt a tear roll down my red cheeks. All I thought was that my arm could be broken and even worse have wooden shards sticking out of my arm. I was so upset because I was in so much pain and all my brother and best friend at the time could do was laugh at me. But if i'm going to tell this story right, I have to go back to the beginning.

Linda gingerly rolled onto her left side, taking all the strength and the will of her body not to fade back into unconsciousness, as she had been doing for the past few hours. Struggling, feeling each and every muscle in her fragile body moving like an unoiled and rusted machine, Linda winced with pain as she turned over. She was able to catch a glimpse of herself in the shattered personal mirror that now rested between her and her bag. The blood, which had once flowed through her scarlet veins, was now clinging to her face and body. Smearing her lips like poorly applied lipstick and covering her severely lacerated hands. The glow of the rising sun highlighted the wet mud glazed over Linda’s torn, long-sleeve, mulberry shirt. Vigilantly

SLAM, Joel woke with a start to the sound of the old rusted out truck door slamming shut. He figured he knew what that sound meant on this day compared to others. It meant his uncle, Bert, was putting his dog down. Joel knew the day was coming the way his aunt and uncle had been talking lately but he fought it nonetheless. Constantly yelling and arguing since that was the only thing he could think to do since he wasn’t really fighting the two adults who usually stood before him but rather time. Joel felt worthless in the months leading up to now since he knew there was nothing he could do. To Joel, that sound was the final blow, he was well aware that he did not have a choice anymore. Regardless of that fact that was sinking in, Joel bolted up right and tore through the old house flying through the front door. Completely jumping the rotted out steps Joel landed in a cloud of dust that billowed up from where his barefeet made contact with the dirt before taking off after the old pickup truck as it rumbled down the gravel driveway.

“Fine, thank you. Have you found anything new about who murdered my mother?” Marlene asked.

This is a story about a girl named Kelly her parents just died in a car accident. She was only in 9th grade her first year of high school when they died. For their funeral her Aunt Michelle came from California. She was so upset. But her aunt is taking her to move to California with her. So then she has been there for one month.

“Momma?” Sylvia asked when she suddenly felt her mother let go of her hand. “Momma, where did you go?”

Oikawa turned away from the car window in the back that he was dramatically looking out of. "I am not being melodramatic," he said on the verge of tears, "our boy is leaving Iwa-chan, don't you understand!!?"

“Sally, Sally, the tree fell! The tree fell!” My cousins Eyad and Adham rushed to me, yelling ecstatically like they had just witnessed the coolest thing ever. I’d just walked through the front door carrying all of the bags filled with everything my other cousins and I had survived on for the past five days at my uncle’s house. At hearing this headline of news of what happened while I was gone, I dropped everything, and it all landed with a loud thud. I stared blankly at the children, confused and wondering what on Earth they were screaming about, knowing that they probably committed an action that was completely ridiculous, adorable, and dangerous as most things they did happened to be.

“My, my, my! Isn’t it a wonderful day Raymond?” said Walter as he carefully pulled up his car on the small driveway. Standing up, he brushed away any dirt on his nude suit and wing-tipped Oxfords. Besides Walter, Raymond hummed a small reply. Walter, content, continued on out to the quaint diner slumped in the middle of the paved road.

Lucas and alex were riding their bikes one day after school, when they came across a man standing in the middle of the road. Lucas pulled up next to him and told him if he was okay. The man didn’t answer. Alex rode off and didn’t want to stop he was too scared. Lucas then told him again are you okay sir do you need anyhelp. This time the man answered run now!