Then I Snaped: A Short Story

Slice pulled himself of the wall, stared at the both of them and said in a fuck it tone of voice.

October 12, 2010. 9:34:42 pm. The lights are dimmed. I am bathing in sweat. The amount of liquid that is slowly finding its way down my face is unbelievable. I hear a piercing scream, a thunderous boom, and suddenly an ear-splitting explosion that would terrify me for the rest of my life. The scream that I heard killed my soul. Attacking me piece by piece, the screech will never be forgotten. Rickkkkkyyyyyy! Boom. Boom. That was the moment I noticed that life is not always fair. The moment Ricky died.

“Dad, you cannot be serious. Tomorrow is going to be the biggest day of my entire life. Why are you trying to ruin it!” exclaimed sixteen year old Melanie Cartwright. She was referring to the teenage right to finally become a licensed driver. To her it felt like she had been waiting for this day for a hundred years. She was the last of her friends to finally turn sixteen, and the only one of her friends to fail the test the first time around. “I'm not ruining it, I just think that it would be smart of you to reschedule, you know get some extra practice” said her dad as kindly as he could. The two spoke alongside the cherry wood cabinets that spread around the room in the kitchen of their Spanish style home overlooking Lake Norman. Melanie sat on the cold, tan granite counter top with her feet dangling over the edge. She had a desperate look in her eyes that her father couldn’t resist. “Please dad? I promise I am ready, I’ll even show you! Let’s go for a drive right now and I can prove it” she begged. She knew he wasn’t being hesitant because of her driving skills, it was the incident. This was one of his biggest weaknesses. He couldn’t say no to her, he harbored a feeling of guilt every time she asked for something. Greg, her father, sat on one of the brown wooden bar stools, and put his head down with exhaustion. “Fine, but if I don’t think you're ready, you have to reschedule. I just want what’s best for you Melanie.” He lifted his head to see his

Crack crickle snap The leaves under my feet grabbed my ankles like little tiny hands. It was a cool and dark october night. The thick fog was rolling over the treetops. The wind blew my hair like leaves on the wilting trees. I was with my friend Jim and we were going to play man hunt. i was it first. He ran off into the night to hide. We were in my backyard, so nothing bad could happen, right. Wrong. I heard a loud scream It sent a chill down my back. Then silence I was looking for Jim but he was nowhere to be found. i yelled his name a couple of time. Jim, Jim, but no answer. I started to walk towards where I heard the scream. There was a giant hole in the ground with a sign next to it that said Free Candy. I wasn’t falling for a stupid tenagers

Standing on the turf which has been my home for the last two weeks. I am now wondering what the results of all of my hard work would be, after working as hard as a worker bee. My coach has bright pink hair and is a little bit out there, she could make anything happen, just because she wants to. Soccer is not my main sport, so being on varsity would be a stretch. I am exhausted from the hard this week, I feel like I am going to collapse. The swelling on my calves is a big egg, I am ready for the answer to hit me like a train.

It’s the year 125 T.E., and it was a pleasant day in the small town of Rieux, France. The sun was shining behind scattered clouds, as they slowly drifted across the bright blue sky. As Riya made her way down the busy streets of the Rieux market district, she couldn’t help but notice the inquisitive looks the shop owners and customers gave her. Though she was used to people staring at her shiny metal appendages, it always made her feel very self-conscious. She averted her eyes to the ground as she pulled the sleeves of her ebony black hoodie down over her forearms, and shoved her metal hands into the pockets of her dark wash jeans. After turning down an alley way, she made her way across the street to her apartment which was above her mother’s small café. Riya stepped into the café and was immediately hit with the scent of coffee and blueberry muffins, along with the quiet chatter of the customers. As she entered the kitchen in the back of the café, she was greeted by her mother with a big hug.

He soaps himself thoroughly, washes his hair twice, and holds his face under the water a long time, eyes closed, feeling like there was something he meant to feel now.

“Yes. Perhaps that would be the best idea,” Monsieur Roden agreed, looking from one of them to the other.

Lily was there and more excited than ever, Lily had made it to the junior world champion swimming compaction she can’t wait, her mum Tracy and her boyfriend Jake was there to support her she wish her dad could but he was all ways in lily’s heart and mind he had died of cancer, he was her best friend and her everything but she knew that one day they would be back together but for now she has to worry about the comp. Lily was hanging out with some friends and Jake that came to sport her in the comp, then her cotch came over and said,

A few grains of sand tickled their way down her skin as Meghan took off her goggles. The desert stretched out beyond the horizon. The larger dunes looked like mountains in the late noon sun. As the sand continued to works its way down to the ground, she felt her skin prickle up, causing her to run a hand across her arm. Those bumps reminded her the cold.

This is a story that the old ones have been telling to children for hundreds of years. It is a sad Mexican tale, but it lives strong in the memories of the people, and there are many who hear her cries at night and swear that it is true.

Everything was all good November 12th. It was a cold day outside where I wasn’t in my best mood to get up for school so my mom thought it was ok for me to stay home with her, I wanted to look forward to spending the day with my brother deundre and my sister kyala once she got home from school. However, that day I had planned ahead of us didn’t go so good everything went the way I didn’t want it to go.

A year had already passed since then, but I couldn’t help but be drawn towards those shoes. The closer I got to them the more familiar they seemed. The scuff marks on the sides of the shoe peaked through strands of the woman’s hair, and a surge of nostalgia flowed through me as I saw them. I remembered Leila’s endeavors at Six Flags that resulted in similar bruisings on her shoes. An icy breeze whisked away the woman’s hair to reveal an engraving on the side of the shoe. It was of a speckled flower, the same one Leila had drawn on. She said the speckles were tiny flaws in the seemingly perfect rose. As soon as I saw it I knew they were hers. I couldn’t fathom the fact that I arbitrarily found them over a year after she went missing. I needed those shoes, but I they belonged to the woman. I gingerly shook the woman awake and she slowly opened her eyes. I was surprised she could even sleep through the noise of the city. She arose with a vexed expression and stared at me with cold eyes. After a few moments she processed her environment. I was bent forward and had a hand already inching towards her shoes, she got the impression that I wanted to steal them- I guess I did want to. In response, the old woman shrieked and her lament attracted the attention of nearby pedestrians. My attempts to calm her down were futile as she began to fling her possessions at me. I didn’t want to have to steal them, but it was my only option. She reached for her red blanket to chuck at me, which I

“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.

Now this is a story about how a man's heroism saved a life of a dozen others.Ashlyn and Kelbie were in one of the twin towers,answering phones,when all of a sudden they felt a boom and a big crash.Everyone went flying and people were hit by the plane and objects went every where either on the floor or on bodies.Ashlyn and Kelbie were the luckier ones they were farther away from the crash,but Ashlyn was hurt badly she had her head slip open and Kelbie had a printer on her leg.They both tried to stay strong but knew this was their end and time.Everyone was saying that there was no exit and that there was no way out.