The Story Of A Story

On June 25th One cold early winter morning Evan, a 14 year old dark skinned Japanese boy woke up from a horrifying nightmare about being drowned by a 7 foot wave at Honolii when he was Bodyboarding during winter season when the waves are pumping. He usually has peaceful long naps, but his is the first time in awhile that he had gotten a nightmare. It was about 4:50am and Evan couldn't seem to go back to sleep because he'd been so afraid of the dream; thoughts of him drowning was going thru his mind . As he watched the time come by faster he decided to call his friend Rylan and tell him about why he woke up so early. Rylan is his classmate also his neighbor that has been his friend since elementary days. Evan sat up from his sleeping position and reached above his pillow to pick up his cell phone so he could give Rylan a call, but as he clinched onto his cell phone a cockroach scattered over his hand then onto the bed. Once the cockroach the size of ice cube disappeared behind the crack of the bed against the wall, he unlocked his phone using his fingerprint and attempted to call Rylan but he did not answer after a few calls because it was so early, it was about 5:15am when Rylan answered his face time as if he only slept for 1 hour. He seemed to be tired because he answered the phone by saying “go back to sleep “ in a lazy tone. So Evan just let him go back to sleep and hung up the phone with no response. Evan jumped up from his bed, rushed to the bathroom and brushed his

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Without another word, the Smiling Knight jerked Merrett to his feet and tugged the squire behind him causing the Frey to lose his boot. As the shoe fell to the ground, Alayna saw the hilt of the aforementioned knife peek out of the shift. Acting as swiftly as possible in her bound state, Alayna scooted over to retrieve the weapon amidst the commotion around her. She tucked the knife between her hands and began to saw at the ropes that tied her wrists together. When she felt her bindings go lack, she sighed in relief but kept her hands behind her to feign captivity. She would have to time her next actions just right in order to escape unharmed.

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!

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

“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.

Wine flowed easily for the rest of the evening, as pleasant flushes stained everyone’s cheeks as they talked and dined well into the night. Rhaegar, even, found it within himself to share a somber melody for the group. Alayna can feel tears prick at the the corner of her eyes. She recognized the Prince was a truly talented musician and singer but she wouldn’t say she wasn’t fawning over it. However, Elia and Jon are fully enraptured by the sound of his voice. She found it endearing that people could be so easily moved by words or even the tone of the voice that carried them. She wished she had been granted such a gift. Unfortunately, her own way of speaking often reflected her mother’s. Her tone was too sharp to be sweet and her words too

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.

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!!?"

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

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.