Zana Wilson: A Short Story

As many people wouldn’t believe I, Mikayla Ann Lee or Miki, was born up north in Hartford, Connecticut . . . I know the horror! But thankfully my family and I moved down to South Carolina when I was merely two years old. I caught on to the southern ways rather fast besides my quickened voice and unpleasant dislike for sweet tea. Shortly after that we moved to Texas were all you see are trucks, ranches, and open land. This started my love affair with Ford trucks.

I can’t give you the whole denotation about me because there is no single definition about me. People have many different ideas that characterize how they perceive Mikayla NaSya Lewis. Even strangers create their personal ‘Mikayla’ in their mind, and all of those different concepts of me create who I am and what I represent.

The next morning when Allie went onto the deck, she was surprised to see Charleston spread out along the docks. She immediately went in search of Thomas. She found him coming out of the galley carrying a tray.

VALLEY OF ASHES-It was a sweltering night, the air heavy with the tears of God, as Mrs. Myrtle Wilson was struck by the death car. Mrs. Wilson ran out of the Wilson’s building, a garage structure for Mr. Wilson’s business and the couple’s house right on top. Simultaneously, a yellow car, (spectators disagree on the color of the car, and there have not been any confirmations on the true color of the car, however, Mr. Wilson claims to know the “kind of car” it was), was whizzing past heading back from New York, assumed to be driving at fifty to sixty miles per hour, while Mrs. Wilson ran into the road. In a tragic event, Mrs. Myrtle Wilson was killed instantly, with her left breast left unattached to her body and her red hair tangled with blood, and left for dead as the death car and its owners never stopped and continued on down the road. Mr. Wilson, absolutely distressed, was yelling in exclamations right after the death car’s mowing down of his wife.

CPI made a face to face with Leah Rodriguez, who was seen free of marks and bruises. Leah was very outgoing, and seems to be a happy child. She indicated that had cereal and milk for breakfast. Leah was able to count the numbers and say the alphabet. She could not distinguish the difference between the truth and a lie. She indicated she resides with her mommy, daddy, sister “Gabi”, and her fish “Sally”. Her favorite color is pink and blue. Leah denied witnessing fights or arguments at her home or at her father’s house. Leah expressed she was at Universal Studios yesterday with her daddy and sister. She liked Universal because it was fast and fun, and was not scare of the rides. Leah denied being afraid or scared at home.

slowly at Zayatz’s presence. “You all done?” His voice was strained. “I think so.” “You better be.” “I’m sorry.” “Just- drink this.” He reached over for the water and passed it back to Zayatz. “Forgot to give it to you earlier. I really don’t want another dead body on my hands.” Osborne pressed his forehead against the steering wheel with a sigh, closing his eyes. “I should have known this was going to happen,” he muttered.

Allie Hernandez is eight-years old when she finds out about the monster hiding under her bed. The day had started out like any other day for the young girl. She woke up with a little skip to her steps because the sun was shining beautifully that morning. She changed into

I gazed fleetingly at the woman, and the sight of her big, black eyes popping out of her skull at me had started to unnerve me a little. That was when I began to whisper, “Mama,” trying to get her attention across the table. But it wasn’t until the creepy woman had rapped her knuckles on the window and shouted, “You!” before pointing a bony finger at my mama, that my mama’s attention had finally been pulled away from her cell phone which she had been preoccupied with.

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