What Is The Story Of A Short Story

After school Katie rode the bus home and went up to her room to look for her earplugs. She could not find them everywhere she looked so just gave up after a while. A few days later a couple of the family’s belongings had gone missing. Sophie lost her puppy that could dance when you pressed it’s paw, Will had lost his bright green work gloves, and Celeste had lost her brand new necklace that said mom across it. One night when everyone was in the living room Will walked into the kitchen and heard a muffled screaming sound he ran into the living room and everyone was just normal sitting on the couch. “Hey why were you guys yelling?” Will asked. “Dad we weren’t yelling.” Katie told him. “ I just..” Will stopped. “Never mind, I guess.” Everyone just ignored it and went off to bed. In the middle of the night Celeste woke up and went downstairs to get a glass of water. When she was walking down the steps she heard a wierd sound like somebody was whispering. She stopped for a second and ran back to her room to get her phone. She flashed the light off her phone up and down the steps still hearing the voice she got nervous. When she walked down the steps she couldn’t hear them and when she walked to the top of the staircase she couldn’t either, but when she was in a particular spot in the middle of the staircase, she could hear the voices. She put her ear up to the wall very slowly and heard the noises more clearly. All of a sudden she heard “SLAM”. She took her ear off the wall and ran upstairs. She woke up Will and told him what she heard, but when he checked there was nothing. “Maybe it was just rats or something.” Will suggested. “I know what I heard there were voices!” Celeste tried to explain. Will told her that he would call an exterminator to check it out.

Seeing the man behind them pull a gun, Dominic fired a shot out the window as he yelled for Paulie to drive. Two quick shots came back at them. As Paulie raced away, Dominic let three more rapid-fire shots fly before they turned the corner and were out of sight.

You wake up in the morning to find that you aren’t in your bed, you aren’t even in your room! You’re in the middle of a giant maze. A sign is hanging on the ivy. You have three hours. Don’t touch the walls. He looks around confused. Next to him his dog sits waiting command from him. Joe thinks silently, why am I here, did I do something to upset someone? I have an hour to get out. Jake, my goldendoodle, sniffs and starts to walk away, Joe starts to call him back right after he takes off in a sprint. Jake is in a full sprint turning curves, wagging his tail and barking. Joe tries to keep up, after he loses sight the barking stop. Joe hears a few whimpers and starts sprinting to find them. Joe’s blood pounds in his ears, his heart races, he starts to see all of the memories that he has with Jake. Turning all the corners as fast as he can and looking desperately he finds Jake. Jake is sitting staring at the wall whimpering, there is a little hole at the bottom of the hedge. Joe grabs Jake’s collar and crouches down to his level and scratched his ear.

As a notice, I do not own any of the characters that are in this story. The story is mine and INUYASHA is not :'( I hope you like it and enjoy.

All three people were determined to survive and had a great love for someone, whether it was a mother, like for Farah, the thought of a distant father, like for Walt, or a devoted loyal, like Thornton was for Buck. And in the end, these people, whether in the heart or by their side, helped the main characters to their destination. They say that home is where the heart is, but that doesn't necessarily mean a house. It is represented by family, which is the people that one loves. Sometimes, one is willing to do amazing things for those people. Farah Ahmedi climbed over a mountain range because she knew she had to get her sick mother into the safety of Pakistan. "Perhaps my mother’s problems distracted me from my own. That might account for it. Perhaps desperation gave me energy and made me forget the rigor of the climb." Other times, there is a fire in your head that makes you do unthinkable things. Walt Masters drove a dog sled many miles to save his elderly neighbor's claim. Buck lead a full team of dogs for almost 25,000 miles to solve the mystery of his heritage, later saving the life of a man he loved...three times. Is this just a coincidence, or are there certain emotions to it that make all the difference? Read this essay to find out.

New Year's Eve on the beach, black as the never ending space. The beach spread around the verge of the city consummately blending with the rocks and boardwalk, Dazzling glistening water reflecting from the bright full moon. 11:57pm, it was about to be 2020. I felt the clock ticking in my head counting down the seconds, I already had my resolution... Take risks. I stood up, looking around the beach at the lines of people on blankets. Couples sharing a romantic kiss in the moonlight. Most of the families, parents sharing a bottle of wine and the kids being spastics, going skits and running round like crazy. I looked at my watch, 11:59 , and I looked at up in the sky and the countdown starts, 10.. 9.. 8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1... I look around for the fireworks, bewildered but all I see is a light in the distance. I squint and see a light that looks like a muffin. I laughed but shock hits me as the whole town's lights go out. I stood surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. Babies cry, children scream, it's utterly pandemonium. I hold my little sister Ruth. “everything is grand.”

If he is innocent then why don’t we go through your families belongings to find out more evidence on Jillian?

As Clemmie skipped down the main stairs to the ground floor, she hummed the rhyme that had been niggling at the back of her mind all day long. Where did the song come from? She had no idea. Perhaps it was an old playground song, or one her mother used to sing...or…

In a town called Death Valley, a little 9 year old boy named Scott lived with his mom and dad. They lived in the middle of nowhere with just a forest in their area. His parents were not very nice and didn’t make a lot of money because all they did was go to parties. Scott had no friends and he just had a rusty old xbox he found in his house. Scott was always left home alone and his parents would not come home until 3 in the morning.

Mr. Johnson put on his uncomfortable shoes and then trudged out into the way to bright morning sunshine. He was not in the best of moods, so when he stopped at a newspaper stand to get his daily morning newspaper, he spoke very angrily the the salesperson to “hurry up.” When another man came to buy a paper, Mr. Johnson quickly stole his wallet and hid it in a secret pocket in his jacket. Then he acted extremely sorry when the man couldn’t find it and even paid the 60 cents for the paper, so as to not look suspicious.

A dusty curtain of bright, early, dawn light filtered into the tiny cabin room. The chilly oak wood floors gave off a golden glow like warm honey. Dew drops still clung to a spider web outside the window, as well as on the grass outside. Doves hummed a mellow song that was only interrupted by the gruff cawing of the occasional raven. A soft, lilting voice was what finally stirred me. I sat up from the satin covered bed, and I stretched my arms above my head to wake the rest of my body. The source of the voice was my caretaker, Mrs. Rachel, who was in a much cheerier mood than usual.

I woke up to the loud screeching of the prison bell. I'll never be used to the metal hammer pounding on the bell every morning. I stood up as the mechanical cell door opened, the old cogs in the mechina rattled. I tried to walk out and tripped over my cell mates foot.

“Hitomi! Wait! Please slow down!” I scream down the side of the street. My Japanese slurring the more I pant. My backpack flailing on my back; it’s quite the sight. A pair of businessmen and I exchange strange glances as I try to catch up to my embarrassed friend.

Tovi stared at her reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall, tucked her shirt into her pants and then left her room and entered the living room shortly after where John watched TV.

Iris walked on the dirt path of the village. The wind blew her black curly hair behind her as she walked, and her tattered blue skirt swished in sync to her footsteps. She walked up to the only place that her feet could take her, and that was the Village Store. She stared at the sign in front of her. “White People Only.”