Write A Short Story Of A Story

They arrived with lights and sirens screaming by the hospital in Perham Minnesota. Because he was her son, she didn’t care whose

Austin felt his stomach turning end over end as he propped dumb ol’ Judd on his horse. By the time he got the even dumber brother Obadiah on his horse, he was hurling last night’s meal. Jess walked up to Austin and offered him a cup of hot coffee. Austin said, “Thanks, Jess. I needed this.” “I know boy. I think we’d best wait a few minutes before we hit the trail. You look greener than the high mountain grass where the cattle graze.” Chuckled Jess, trying to lighten things up. Austin just shook his head as he laid it back down between his legs. “Funny, Jess. Real, funny!” “I know! That’s what makes it even funnier! It ain’t me offeren’ up my last nights vittles to the buzzards. I just hope you finish before they figure you to be a tasty morsel.” Jess was laughing as he walked over and saddled up Austin’s horse. He’d already made plans on how to maneuver the dead men and their horses along with their own down the dangerous trail. With this much coverage, surely they could come through almost any trouble without too much harm. Once Jess double checked everything and secured everyone; he hollered, “Let’s move em’ out boy.” Jess and Austin walked side by side on the wide parts of the trail. Austin felt safe in the middle of the dead men and their horses. Looking over at Jess, he said, “Jess, I’ve been thinken’. Back at the campsite this mornen,’ these fella’s made me mighty sick for meeting them. Now, I feel real good about them riden’ along with us. In fact, I’m grateful their concerned about our well being. Who would have thought the Wilson boys would be for protecten’ someone other than themselves?” Jess began to roar with laughter saying, "Now your a thinken' right." Austin loved his laugh. It came deep from within and was so contagious anyone would have to laugh along. Jess reminded Austin that it was a time to laugh. So hoot all you want. We might not get the chance again.” Moving on down the trail, Austin spoke to Jess about killing. Jess wasn’t comfortable about the subject but shared his knowledge with him as he saw fit. “Killen. No good comes of it. No matter the situation, it’s no good. Someone always dies and someone has to live with it. Ya see, killen’ is an evil

The knock at the door startled Dana. She set the Bible she was reading aside, stood, and approached the door.

It was a cold Thursday in Tennessee when Arden returned home from school to see about three suitcases fully packed and sitting by the door. She would soon realize that these three suitcases were the start of her life completely changing.

Addison and I started heading towards the deep, gloomy forest. There were only a few rays of light, shining through the closely packed trees. I jumped all of a sudden when the birds came flying out of the trees making scary noises. I pulled my jacket closer. The branches we’re swaying back and forth making a swishing sound. I know that wouldn’t stop me from exploring in the forest. Together, Addison and I walked slowly through the muddy, dirty ground full of leaves and decayed fruits, giving a strange and unpleasant smell. We walked deeper and deeper into the forest. “It looks like we are getting closer and closer to the old barn. Probably a mile more to go,” I said, looking at the map my uncle lent me. “Lets stop and rest for like five minutes, because we already walked almost one and a half miles,” Addison said tirely about to collapse. I decided to stop because my legs feel like jelly too. We sat down, ate two granola bars, and took a few sips of water. After about two minutes, we started down the road again. When it seems like forever, we finally arrived at the barn.

Once, a long time ago, I saw a little girl in the forest, looking hungry. She had a pretty red hood on. When I tried to be kind and offer her some rabbit, she refused, calling me a mean animal. That really hurt my feelings hurt my feelings!

Mavis can hear shouting. She can tell it’s Ian because they have had plenty of yelling matches before, but instead of differing tastes in movies, Mavis can tell there is true contempt in his voice. Rattling her head, she can faintly see Leon collapsed on the other side of the room. Her heart tugs. She tries to talk to him, yet Ian’s voice drowns her out. Mavis wants to scream at Ian until she looks at him, and he his face isn’t twisted with anger, but fear. She follows his line of sight to a man that looks like he is what caused the gorge in the Grand Canyon by jumping down a little hard. The giant man is doing a pitiful job of ignoring Ian since his face is red and keeps glowering at Ian. Mavis uses the luck that The Forest gave her to encompass Ian with fortune. Her luck is noticeably weaker than normal, and Mavis understands that they were taken far from the school, and further from The Forest. She tries to move her hands, but they seem to be restrained. When she looks up, there are stars. Ian stops berating the man when a door opens to let in magnolias and councilwomen Morris. Mavis’s can’t comprehend the situation, but Ian seems to understand something because instead of yelling profanities he casts a spell that breaks whatever was holding his hands together. Mavis watches as Ian fends off physical attacks from the giant man and bolts of lightning from Morris that crackle the sky above and sends a blanket of shattered glass onto them. Ian isn’t attempting to be careful because Mavis is supporting him. He seems to know that by just moving around her luck will make him step away from the bombarding duo. Without Mavis noticing, Leon is standing and casting weaker spells than Ian. Morris easily paralyzes Leon, which gives Ian time to cast illegal spells that opens a glittering fissure in the room and that causes the giant man to bleed from his pores. Mavis feels her restraints burst from her wrists in flames. Ian is an amazing multitasker she notes. He is also at Leon’s side. Before Morris can summon another surge of strikes, Mavis tackles her. Ian takes the opportunity to toss Leon into the fissure. Mavis recognizes it as a portal now. She learned about illegal spells in school, and the portal takes the

Bob suddenly woke up after feeling water on his bed in his 85th level apartment. He lived in an apartment in Old Manhattan, which he had lived in since he bought it in 2039 when he had just made a lot of money from the stock market. The water had been rising ever since 2050 when it first started rising up the streets in his neighborhood. Over the next 10 years, it had slowly crept up, passing the 1st floor, then the 2nd, one floor at a time. As the water kept coming up, it would weaken the walls, and you could feel the building swaying sometimes. It was now 2061, and it had finally reached his apartment. He would have to leave for higher ground, just like all his neighbors below him. Or, if he had enough money he would leave for space. However, he wanted to help save the earth, except he didn’t have the power. He was now 51 years old and didn’t want to move. He had chosen to move to New York, because he was scared of quiet, and New York was known back then for being loud. While he thought about his life, he quietly packed up all his things into a canoe, which he had for when this would happen. He had already decided to move to the Rocky mountains because it was the only mountain range he had heard of.

A teen girl snuck into her apartment complex at noon. As she walked through the kitchen, her body froze. A part of her twitched, and before a plate could fall from her mother’s hands, she caught it.

“Yeah right!” Anna yelled as she kicked her horse and came chasing after me. We stopped at my grandpa’s farm.

I couldn’t sleep and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. I was an insomniac despite my parents telling me I just wanted to be up late at night. Please. No one wants to be awake at 4:30 in the morning. But I tossed and turned anyway, trying desperately to get my body to rest.

Lauren stood on a boat in the middle of a lake. Around her, the world was black, only illuminated by the moon and stars. There was no real reason why she was on the boat. It was almost as if she was supposed to be there, pulled pulled by the strings of fate to her exact location. Well, if nothing happened, at least the night was beautiful. She sat down, breathing a sigh and crossed her legs. How long was she prepared to wait? And for what? She glanced around the fragment of the lake she was facing.

I woke up in a snow covered forest, shivering as I looked around dazed and confused. I looked up and was met by a cloud-covered sun, surrounded by frosted trees. It must have been midday, I thought to myself,

I walk through the grass by my tribe land. It’s warm like any other day. I carry my wet furs to the fireside and set them up to dry.

Sit back, grab a bowl of popcorn, and get ready for what’s about to happen next. The initials A.S. will stick in my mind for the rest of my life. A.S. was a boy. He was a very important boy as matter of fact, or at least during my junior year of high school I thought he was important. But, to what extent is someone else’s importance greater than your own? Here I will explain to you a story of the boy who stole my self-worth and helped me gain it back. It begins in the end of December of the year 2016. Rumors of a new kid at school rung in my ears like church bells on a sunday morning (I don’t attend church but that’s besides the point). “He’s so hot” “I wonder what grade he’s in” all that fun mumbo jumbo. I’m not going to lie this is not a story of love at first sight because when I saw him, I did not see what all the hype was about. He was tall, so very tall, 6’1 to be exact. His eyes were some sort of a blue green, the kind of blue green that makes you sea sick just by looking at them. He had this stupid long light brown hair that felt like a cloud of everything I ever desired when I ran my fingers through it. I prefer not use his name but so begins the story of “the boy”.