Trapped: A Short Story

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

As I looked up from my book, I saw my mom sit down next to me, crossing her legs as she turned the tv on to some weird show on the history channel. Not paying attention to anything other than my book, I was startled when my mom gasped. Suddenly, I was startled when my mom gasped, then I was overwhelmed with the strangest, but somewhat familiar sensation. As my ears started to ring, the only thing I heard was my mom shouting “Scarlet!” and the balding man on the tv say something along the lines of “painting, 1600’s, stolen, found.” in between the loud ringing. As I looked at the painting, the woman in the painting was overwhelming familiar, I gawked at her hair that looked as though it was the darkest depths of the night sky with eyes being

Dictating, waiting, How my future may unravel, My heart sinks as the judge pounds the gavel, The judge hits the gavel- one... two... three- The jury cries out, "Guilty! Guilty!

“Are you not going to kill me?” she asked, searching his eyes for an answer.

At last the walking was over. The Sfrums and I stopped like a backwards wave, where they start with there hands up then put there hands down when it comes to them. A day and a half of walking from behind the wall to the rug was finally over. And at that stop, I saw a whole new beginning.

She responded with another award winning laugh. "No, we're taking advantage of self empowerment. But in all seriousness, can you promise me that if either of us are in a situation, we'll help each other

Hey, you’re probably tired of hearing from me, or at least that’s what I presume is the case at hand. You may not even open this, because that seems to be your style. Maybe I was too attentive. Maybe I’ve misjudged this entire situation and it has transpired for absolutely no reason I have formulated. I can’t tell which one of my thoughts are correct, if any of them are, and I’ll probably never know. But have you ever been ignored? Left hanging? Have you ever had someone totally reject your existence-at least in regards towards yourself? Do you remember the hurt? That’s basically what you brought upon me. I know we didn’t talk for too long, but it was long enough for me to establish some sort of familiarity and say “Hey, this guy’s kind of cool,” which is honestly

Moonlight came off the pool casting its aqueous luminescence onto the domed ceilings. There was the echoing of splashes and the low murmur of distant conversations; each one held within their own little bubble seemingly ignorant of the others, each one sharing a secret passed through a whisper. Sansa shared hers' without saying a word.

There was a point in time where I had no intention of getting better. My constant visits to the doctor were not that reassuring either. At this point in my life I had stopped caring about anything and everything. Yet there I was the second—maybe third, time that month waiting for the white slip of paper that got me out of classes. My parents sat on either side of me making sure I did not bolt from the room, as they tried explaining to the doctor how much progress they thought I had made. Though none of what they said was true, I still gave them credit for trying. Their lack of knowledge on my mental state was in no way their fault. In fact it was mostly mine, considering that back then they barely saw me during the day, partially

Retreating, we retraced our steps to the lowest floor, the land we all knew so well, and placed the masks - that fit like gloves - back on our faces. The sound of fast footsteps slowly stopped behind us; we slammed the door behind us and waited to hear the last bodies fall to the floor. This was it. We were finally alone, and

Distorted narratives are capable of twisting what the typical, nowhere near out-of-the-ordinary telephone pole means and the little emotion associated with it. With the assistance of shocking facts, she is able to completely change my perspective of something so simple and create a complex view and upside-down interpretation that drew out feelings of heartache and horror. In our day-to-day lives, people come across these thought-altering events such as pimples. They have the ability show up even when so many precautions are taken to avoid them. Common objects, like telephone poles, or common occurrences can have such deeper association caused by awry actions and backgrounds. As I continue to transition from high school to college (even a semester

Nerves fill my body. Because I believe that our life gains meaning through fighting injustice, I’ve invited four guests to help me figure out how. I’m praying for a friendly dinner, but because three of them are revolutionaries, I expect fireworks.

For him, everything was a disaster. Sticky sweat trickled from his forehead getting into his bloodshot eyes . His eyes frantically blinked trying to moisturize his burning eyes. The salty smell of his sweat filled the cramped backstage making everything worse. At this point he was shaking and could not stop thinking about what might go wrong. His hands were trying to cover his red eyes. To calm his nerves he couldn't stop eating. The delightful smell of the the perfectly made cookies backstage made him feel even more hungry. No one backstage would go near him, except one girl who tried to get him to relax. Finally he started to calm down, but that did not stop him from finishing the

Abduction is mastering the element of unlawfully obtaining and detaining at the highest degree whilst being extremely stealth; the stealthiness is often great enough that national security businesses must be employed in order to regain possession of the abducted person. Further, the greater the value deemed of the person to both parties involved, the more challenging it is to rescue the person being held captive. The senator’s daughter being held captive in Kabul, Afghanistan amidst an active war zone instilled the Canadian investigators with a feeling of unsettlement. Leah Anderson’s face value is worth far more than an average civilian case. Both parties knew this.

I was caught on a snare , I was flipping out . I was trapped and couldn't move but then the human that has been taking care of me tried to help me from my hurt swollen foot from the snare I tried with all my might to break it off. I was hurt bad as I cried out. These two people came and this girl freed me from the snare as I dropped onto the man's chest as I wanted to be held then he dropped me.. . My foot is really swollen and hurts. The two people that freed me dragged me along. I thought they were going to be nice, but i was wrong. I gripped and scratched the ground while screeching. Why was sophie just standing there? She wasn’t helping me! Then, i saw her climb down from the tree and follow us.