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.

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.

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.

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 baggy closes and wore ratty sneaker, but she didn't mind since her parents told her about them being tight on cash and not being able to buy her anything new. She skipped to the tiny kitchen in their small, dingy apartment. She grabbed her pink stool to reach her favorite cereal, Cheerios. She didn't bother to grab a bowl since it was too high up in the cupboard. She ate straight from the box and then washed it down by drinking from the milk carton.

From a young age, Evany Martinez knew she wanted a different life from the people around her. For fear that, if Martinez did not do something terrifyingly unique her life would mirror that of her parents. Such as her mother who as beautiful and intelligent as she was, stayed complacent in the arms of her high-school sweetheart alcoholic husband. For this reason, Martinez escaped to the worlds she found in books, music, television, and movies. In the hope that one day life would imitate art.

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.

“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.

An elderly professor is murdered, leaving a puzzling crime scene for police to unravel and a laboratory housing all kinds of marine life. But something is missing ... something huge.

It was Tuesday when she came knocking at Liz’s door. Her Dad told her he was expecting a visitor, his girlfriend's daughter, for some bonding time since they had been seeing each other a lot lately and things were getting pretty serious. Liz expected a nice girl with a sundress on, probably with a high ponytail, and maybe on her feet about a one inch heel in the form of a sandal. Liz figured she probably went to some private school that costs more than her whole house. Instead, she opened the door to Beth Dodson.

Melinda Sordino is starting her freshman year at Merryweather High School. She doesn't get along with her old friends anymore. Over the summer they had all been at a party and she ended up calling the police due to something that has happened, so now her friends shun her. She spends most of her time in the janitors closet. The only class she seems to enjoy is her art class. She picks a piece of paper out of a globe for her project, and she has to draw a tree. Melinda thinks the project is too easy at first, but the more she tries to draw a tree, the more she sees that she can't. Melinda is hiding a dark secret that she really can’t get over. She won't talk to anyone about it, and the more her feelings overwhelm her, the more she draws trees.

Never in the history of the world did a heart sink to the bottom of the floor faster. A room she presumed to be filled to the brim with her peers, with flashing lights, and smiling faces. Was empty.

My name is Sherika Jenkins. I got your contact information from the city website. I have a job in Augusta and I am attempting to relocate there. I am a single mother with a 13 year old daughter. I have found many rentals I can afford but my credit is an issue. Do you have any suggestion or recommendations of housing for a person in my situation?

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.

There was a code the Coughlin family of hunters was never to break under threat of death. You were never to spare the life of a 'creature', no matter their age. Never were you to lie with that which was not human. Most importantly, you never made the mistake of falling in love with a supernatural being. Aisha Oswald (nee Coughlin) did all three. An orphan brought into the family after being saved from a demon trying to take her soul as a child, Aisha was raised to hunt that which 'goes bump in the night'. She was talented at it too, gifted even in the eyes of the leaders. They expected great things from her and she even welcomed the challenge. She believed that what they were doing was right. That is, until the day that she came upon a werewolf named Easton Oswald. He was supposed to be her big hunt, the kill that would put her on the map as a fully fledged huntress. Easton was a pack Alpha, a leader that, if gone, would put an entire pack into total disarray. But Aisha, no matter what she did, couldn't bring herself to kill him. And so she ran and told the family that she

Sofia's story was about her first actuation about national holidays in Perú in the school. She was fourteen, in that day she feeling very nervous because it was the first time she was been in front of all school. The teacher selected a group of students to participate in this act. It was consisting in talk about the history of Peru and their process for to be an independent republic, finally, they represented the typical customs of the nation as dances of each region, but it wasn't embarrassing for her. It was embarrassing when the teacher gave the microphone to sofía for to say something related to the country but her mind was in blank after few minutes she only said "Viva Peru" the group longed that the students respond her with another