A Short Story : A Story?

His phone pinged on the bedside table, indicating that he had a text, but he ignored it and flopped onto his immaculate white bed. The sounds of his parents arguing still traveled upstairs and the ringing of the slamming door haunted his ears. However, bad as the distraction was, there was nothing in the world that could have stopped him from falling asleep as soon as he hit the

Daniel opened his eyes and immediately squeezed them shut against the bright sunlight spilling in from his bedroom window. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. His head was still pounding from the night before. Danny thought back to the events that took place that night. They were the same as any other night had been for a while. He awoke at the same exact time, three A.M. and he had to fight for his life.

Thursday rolled around, Jane’s phone hadn’t rung. Jim taught her never to panic, because he was often late when it came to things such as coming home from work, arriving to dinner. This time was no different, she figured he was taking the trip slowly and would call her Friday

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.

Lifting himself up from the ground, Jason flexed his fingers and toes, embracing the sound of cracked bones. It didn’t take Jason long to notice the body that was right next to him. He knew the pale faced boy with the red painted body for the mudded, torn sneakers and the familiar bleach stained

Martha came into Jason’s room to shut the windows while he was still sleeping and saw the empty bottle of cold medicine next to his bed. Jason was shivering, his face was white as albino trout, and he seemed to be moaning unidentifiable sentences. This sort of scene would frighten any parent or at least raise concern, but to Martha this was just another average morning since her son has moved back home.

Despite being very weak, he stood up and gazed out the window, all he saw was black and assumed it was late at night, he walked out of his room and the hallway such as one of an abandoned hospital, very dark, electrical outlets hanging out the ceiling, and all the lights were very very

Everyday was exactly the same. He woke up, ate breakfast with his family, said goodbye, went to work, came home, and went to sleep. Except for the day that time stood still and in a moment all of his mistakes, regrets, and decisions flashed before his eyes. That day was December 1. That day after work he decided to go to the grocery store to buy a bottle of Jack Daniel whiskey. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but work had given him a lot of stress.

As Timmy woke up that morning he had stayed home that morning from work depressed, just like the rest of the week knowing he was the last one to talk to Jimmy before he vanished into the night. Timmy walked downstairs and made a coffee and sat on the couch and flipped on the

The bounty on Mako’s head was great, he won all of land and a meal with the king. Mako had some time to think, but then he had made up his mind. He wanted to use his winnings to build the biggest castle imaginable. After a few months, his dream became a reality. The castle stood tall above the rest of the town. It stretched up as high as the clouds, and stretched out as far as the sea. Mako sat out on the window looking at the sea. He had moved far away from his home and his grandpa was not with him. He glanced at the town's people, laughing and playing around the town square. Mako couldn't stop thinking about his grandfather. As his grandfather had solemnly refused to move into the castle with Mako and his mother. Mako’s mother called him down from the kitchen,” Breakfast is ready Mako.”. Mako slowly walked down the cold stone staircase. His shoulders drooping, eyes rolling, and was not talking as energetic as he used to. His mother asked,

Blaire shakes his head and locks his work in the left drawer of his desk. “Jeep,” he mutters under his breath, “Why is it a fucking Jeep.” He tucks the key back in his pocket and follows Richard out the door.

“Jamie?” He heard his mom call out as soon as he closed the door behind him. She stepped out from the kitchen and began the lecture he had become desensitized to. “Jamie, for Christ’s sake, this is the fifth night in a row you’ve been late

Ninety degrees and humid. Humid enough to feel moisture coating everything, feeling sticky hands clinging to hair and damp clothes. The air, thick with scents of spilled garbage festering in the heat, exhaust from cars working double to keep their interiors cool, tantalizing odors floating from nearby pizzerias, the oily smell of hot asphalt blistering under the relentless sun. Very few people brave the heat, and the few that do move in a sluggish manner. Except for a pair of girls that would appear insane to any onlookers.

I didn't mess up today; I couldn't think of any mistakes I made after I came from school. Half asleep and ready to say goodnight, I opened my eyes to see Reneé in my room. Her frumpy brown clothes and tangled hair made her appear homely, and her obsidian eyes paired with her dark, blemish-ridden skin made her look tired. With her hand on the light switch, she looked around casually before narrowing her eyes on my duvet on the floor.

Turning over in bed, I blinked sleepily at the clock next to me. It read 2:37 am. I stumbled out of bed and made my way towards my bedroom door. The sound of squeaking hinges could be heard as I slowly pulled open the door. My footsteps were drowned out by the sound of a voice coming from down the hall. A faint light was coming from the small gap beneath my brother’s door. Being the curious nine year old little girl I was, I turned and started walking towards my brother’s room. I felt both nervous and confused due to the fact that it was so early in the morning. The voice grew louder with every hearting racing step I took. My throat grew tighter as I reached for the silver doorknob. The door squeaked as I pushed it open, just enough to poke my head in and see who he was talking to. I saw my brother sitting there, alone, talking to noone but himself. I could see his phone on the dresser next to the bed. I began to question many things in my head.