A Short Story : A Story?

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

Mrs.Chipley and Sally are at the front door soaking wet the moon was so close I felt like I could touch it. We knocked on the door someone was opening the door.

I just lay there in shock, I didn’t know what just happened. Everything flashed before my eyes. All I remember is standing at the top of the stairs, and then I started to get wobbly. I lost my balance, and before I knew it, I was laying at the bottom of the stairs.

The light was shining on Evangeline's face as she opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing and as she looked around her, she didn't know where she was at. It wasn't until she saw Mason and Casey sleeping beside her on the pillows that she remembered everything. The dancing and food and the new hideout. The alcohol and the laughing. The bright light. The loud noises. Everything. The world has died back to normal, no longer having the sharp clarity it had the night before. Her mouth was really dry though, so she climbed down the ladder, trying not to wake the others. She quietly crept to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out a glass of water. They didn't have any Tylenol, so this would have to do for now. She ungraciously chugged the bottle of water and sighed, plopping down on the nearest beanbag and closing her eyes.

Jealousy crept through my body when my parents told me that they were going to dinner in the Willis Tower. Who wouldn’t want to eat on an upper floor of the formerly world’s tallest building? My brother and I waved them goodbye as they pulled out of the driveway. I walked upstairs to my room and opened YouTube on my computer. Nothing seemed amiss.

“Well, why you sitting up there disguising your voice? I thought somebody had got that phone. Stop playing so damn much, Mini.”

It was a regular day in the lonely office. At least, to any given eye it was. However, in Susan Terrance's eyes, it was a frustrating and sad day. One to mourn.

He closed his mouth, kept his head to the ground and June concentrated on the tiny cracks in his lips. He never bothered with chapstick or vaseline.

It was a bright and sunny morning in the city of Istanbul, the streets were full of people and vehicles rushing to their destinations. A small but beautiful looking home stood in front of the Bosporus. It had a white picket fence and roses growing everywhere. Inside the home, a man who looked to be in his late 40’s sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while his wife was cooking breakfast at the stove,” Aisha, I am going to be late where is Elif?” he questioned.

When Hal knew he was dying, he took care of every detail in his meticulous way. He sold his car, cancelled his magazine subscriptions, gave his coin collection to his favourite charity, made sure his life-insurance policy was paid up, and picked out the suit in which to be buried. “I want to make everything as easy as possible for you,” he told me.

The next morning I woke up and snuck into the armory making sure that Dad didn't hear me leave the house and making sure that Olivia didn't hear me in the armory. I grabbed a few things and grabbed a pair of keys and took a car. I took the day to go to the hilltop. I arrived to the hilltop and was let in. The first thing I did was I found Maggie to see how she was. I found Sasha first she was sitting on a porch cutting an apple with a knife.”Sasha Hey.” She looked up to me and smiled and I walked up to her and hugged her. She said shakily “Hey.” We pulled apart and I asked “How is she?” Sasha said she hasn’t come out of the doctors yet. I sat down next to her and started to think ‘I’m going to stay here in Hilltop till Negan’s men come here. I’m going to get into one of their trucks and I’m going after Negan.’ I was snapped out of my thoughts with the door opened I stood up and saw Maggie. She looked at Sasha and smiled then her eyes met mine. “Hey Maggie.” I said sadly and she said “Hey Hayden.” I walked up to her and hugged her “How’s the baby?” She said “I’m fine the baby’s fine too.” Sasha, Maggie and I walked to the main house. We ran into Jesus he looked at me weird and asked “Does Rick know you’re here?” I nodded my head “Yeah Dad knows I’m here I was worried about Maggie so I came to check on her.” I said with a smile. Jesus nodded and gave me a look that said that he wasn’t convinced but we carried on Maggie, Sasha and Jesus did there own thing planing on how to

It’s an average summer day, the wind is blowing, but it’s still humid. I am helping my dad get the dishes done so I can go outside and play on my swingset. As my dad opens the windows and turns off the air conditioner, the warm breeze fills the room and the smell is enticing. My mom’s flower garden is full of flowers, and I can smell them all throughout the house. Roses, daylilies, sunflowers, and peonies mix with the smell of baby powder and baby food. I was trying my hardest to ignore the smells that remind me that Paige is still just a baby. As a five year old child, a three year old sister is not exactly what I wanted. She began to scream and I want it to stop.

Destiny turned to Niaomi with a face full of hatred and walked away. At that moment I knew I messed up. In Trig, she ignored me and sat as far away from me as possible. I didn’t know what to do so I just stayed away. When Friday came, I could finally cheer with the team. Even though I was supposed to be happy, I couldn’t get Destiny out of my head. After the game Niaomi asked if I wanted to go to some college party her boyfriend invited us to, but I decided to just go home. After finally getting home I sat in the car for at least an hour before actually attempting to make my way into the house. As I walked in I seen my mom lying on our kitchen table with a half empty bottle of something I knew she shouldn’t have.

Tom stood at his bedroom window, his eyes fixed on the hypnotic stream of early morning traffic below. Exhaust smoke snaked and vanished in the beams of the street lights, choking the air with its noxious fumes. The sight was strangely comforting, allowing his mind to focus on the everyday monotony of human existence rather than what had occurred only hours before.

It was getting colder now that the sun was gone. Not freezing cold necessarily, but there was a definite uncomfortable bite to it.