Would You Like To Hear A Story : A Short Story

A young boy was climbing above the village, and there he found a secret vault hidden in the side of the mountain. The entrance was guarded by a huge stone door, covered in a thick layer of glistening ice. When he opened the door, he couldn’t believe his eyes. The vault was filled with gold and jewels, and every kind of treasure imaginable. What he didn’t know was that the vault was a trap! As the boy entered, the door shut behind, locking him inside. He tried to get out, but there was just no way.

After a few days I was released from the hospital and I was going back to school tomorrow. I couldn't believe mom broke up with Butch I mean it didn't bother me weather they were together or not but it was her choice. The boys took turns on who came to come visit me Monday it was Victor Tuesday it was Patrick Wednesday it was Belch. Mom was on the phone in the Kitchen when there was a knock on the door I called "I got it!" I walked to the front door and answered it to reveal Henry. I smiled at him and said "Hey." He tried to hide it but I saw him grin I moved aside and asked "Coming in?" he stepped in the house and I walked into the kitchen and grabbed two sodas and walked back into the living room handed Henry his drink and laid across the couch getting comfortable and I looked to him and asked "What's brought you here Mr Bowers?" He rolled his eyes and said "Coming to check on you brat." I nodded and he asked "You sure you're ready to come back tomorrow?" I giggled and nodded my head "Yeah I'm sure plus I'll have you four boys there if I need anything." Henry nodded "Yeah that's true." I noticed that he was more worried about me coming back than I was. I grabbed his hand and got up and said "Let's go watch a movie and relax a little. He nodded and we went to my room and he sat on my bed as I picked up a random movie and put it in. I walked over and laid down on the bed laying my head down in Henry's lap. He looked down at me with a smile on his face and I looked up at him

Kassy Moon stood in the crowd, covered in sweat, (both hers and strangers) and pig blood. Her hair messed, her Slayer T-shirt torn, her right breast exposed while some long haired tattooed stranger groped her ass through her black booty shorts from behind her. It was truly a grand departure from what she looked like just a year ago, and to any who knew her she was barely recognizable from the person she once was.

I come in the front door, into the kitchen and I see my beautiful, glowing fiancée making supper.

“My child, you're never too old for a good story.” The girl reluctantly crawled into bed, knowing she wouldn’t win this battle. A bitter wind wales outside, whipping the fallen snow into devil whirls. “What kind though? Perhaps A tale of the ice witch? Asked her grandmother.

“Yes. Perhaps that would be the best idea,” Monsieur Roden agreed, looking from one of them to the other.

In the year of 2009 at the age of 8 or 9 my mom had big news to tell me. Many emotions were brought upon me, but for the most part I was excited yet scared to hear the news. My aunt and grandma knew about the news, so I was next in line. My mother didn't know how to tell me because I was so young and she didn't know if I was able to handle the news or not. One morning while getting ready for school, she sat me down and said she had some news to tell me. After thinking about all the possible things she could say, I eventually asked what was it? She responded back that I was going to be a big sister.

“NO” was the first word that she uttered when he was enjoying squeezing the nectar of her purity. He was the same person who fought against the whole world only to marry her three months ago. He was the same person who took a vow to protect her from the outer world, but he forgot to mention that one day he won’t be able to control his inner demon. Today, two months after their marriage, he came back late from the office and starts unbuttoning his shirt and she is not ready for what he wants. She is on her period. He was tired and jaded and wanted that pleasure which he hasn’t felt from the last two days because of his busy schedule.

This is what Allen's eyes must've looked like when Mana.... No he couldn't feel sorry for himself right now. He had a friend who needed him! Allen managed to push Lavi through the door of sickbay and they

“Thanks for rocking my world. I can’t wait to see you again in a few days. Don’t miss me too much.” He even sent a wink emoji.

I slowly opened the door of our cottage, being careful not to awake Mama. I looked across the stone road and saw the door of Ciara’s cottage slowly open. We meet eyes and join in the middle of our stone path as we start heading towards the village. Everything is quiet this early in the morning, and we don’t wish to disturb that silence, so we are quiet. She looks into my eyes again and starts moving a little quicker, into almost a gallop and turns to face me.

It was a dark gloomy day. I could hear the rain hitting the window panes. Roger invited me to his house to collect a letter. Something about the house made me feel very uneasy. I noticed a lot of hidden imperfections. There were cracks in the walls and on the floor. It make me feel unsafe. I tried to ignore the eeriness of the house and focus on the letter. I took the letter out of the envelope and began to read it to Roger. As I was reading it out loud I noticed that Roger was not attentive. His eyes were wandering into space. “Roger!”, I said. “Are you even listening?” Right as I said that Roger collapsed to the floor. I ran over to him. I shook him hoping he would wake up but he didn't. I called Madeline over. “Your brother randomly collapsed to the floor. I have no idea what is wrong with him.” “I haven’t being feeling the best lately. I hope he doesn't have catalepsy like I. It is irreversible with no cure. ”, said Madeline. I knew it wasn't a heart catalepsy. It had to have been something much worse. I think he was possessed by an evil spirit. House gave me such an uneasy feeling because it was haunted. Madeline and I tried everything we could think of to try to wake Roger up. We tried performing CPR on him. I was blowing air into his mouth has Madeline was pumping his chest. I was blowing so much air into his mouth that I almost lost my own breath. Just as I gave him his last and final breath before giving up he vomited into my mouth. It was absolutely vile. I was so

The sun woke her up that morning. Its sunlight slipping through thin slits of silver curtain, while the birds flew by, flashing small increments of shade onto her face. Her creamy bed sheets rustled when she sat up to look out the window. Another beautiful day like always. Midnight strands of hair dropped in front of her eyes, and she reached up to push it away from her face. Rain still dripped down the glass from the storm the night before, her eyes following the water droplets migrating to their destination of the bottom her window sill.

“Not it” we all get to our right knee and put our finger on our nose trying not to be last. I didn’t want to be it but I didn’t want to get dirt all over my knee, It was worth it though. We all immediately point to Tessa because she was obviously last (like always). She is also the fastest one and we can never outrun her.

Red clumps of blood filled his hair, escaping from his cracked skull. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I stood there not even thinking of solutions but rather what I’ve done. I could hardly hear my mom screaming through my unconscious mind.