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.

The theme of any literary work is the message that the author is trying to convey, the central point of the story. All stories have a theme, some have more than others and some have less. There is always the main central theme of a story too, one that is at the central conflict of the story. In the play Antigone by Sophocles, a young woman (Antigone) is dealt with the conflict of burying her brother and disobeying the law, or obeying the law and let his corpse rot. Sophocles combines character, setting, and figurative language together to show that rational thinking, like the Gods, Prophets, and others see: is better than stubborn and self centered thinking, similar to Creon's.

Leaving the motel on Highway 74 around 3:00 o’clock, Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling, her thought lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. Pulling into the garage, Marlene parked her Mercedes, brushed her hair put on fresh lipstick, before going into the house, relieved she was home when her husband and father-in-law arrived. Wanting to surprise them, she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, sat down at the counter and glanced through the mail.

High above a wasteland, in a remote part of the planet, Vigiti, the sky itself began to bend. With the sound of thunder, three beings slammed into the planet's surface, the air rippling around the impact crater that had been made. The shortest one, a white haired and silver eyed man, floated above the crater rim and scanned the horizon. His silver eyes widening and narrowing as they focused in the vast distance, his ears picking up every sound made across the planet. After two seconds had passed, he waved the other two forward and they followed him as he took off into the air. The tallest one, a green haired and green eyed woman, flew to his right while a black haired and red eyed man flew to his left. The power of the trio was so great that the trees and water they flew over bent under the pressure of their presence, they were as gods... almost.

A chestnut brown haired naive boy sat in the gloomy shadow of his cabin. The delicate spring air wafted the smoky smell of fresh cut grass into a sharply pointed nose and put his mind to ease. He felt his bare feet touch against the damp tender soil as the silver glow of the moonlight spilled from the sky upon the pages of his book. Lost in the adventure of thought he had almost escaped reality until the sound of his father’s heavy unsteady footsteps rushed into his ears. Immediately in shock, he stood up and scampered toward the narrow, pale backdoor and once inside the darkness of his home he stumbled around trying to find a hidden location for his treasured book.

‘He was pushing the bushes and tree branches to the side, making his way through the cold and dark forest.’ Said grandma Lizzie.

In the fifth grade, while watching a health documentary in school, Alona learned that chronic loneliness increases the risk of an early death by 14%. Immediately after hearing the fact, she ripped out a sheet of paper and quickly jotted the fact down.

By now, the rain had abated, and the moon provided the only light in the room. They looked at each other in tacit agreement that it was time to get up. Finding his shirt, he slipped it over his head. Coming up behind her, he encircled her waist with his arms. “And where would my Koroleva like to go to dinner this evening?”

"Hahaha! That really happened??" Hoseok roared, clapping ecstatically, his sides no doubt hurting from laughing so hard.

Looking through the school bus window, and seeing the gray sky John, a brown- eyed boy with jet black hair sat in a two person chair alone like always. When he got home, he heard a noise coming from the kitchen, he walked slowly to see what it was, suddenly his sister Erica jumped out of the kitchen. John instantly jumped back with a pale face as if he had seen millions of spiders and then the scream came.

The morning light shined bright, the breeze blew softly. A perfect day in utopia. This was also the day Kristina Baker ended the lives of four young citizens. She lived a wonderful life, until she murdered the family on her twenty-first birthday. Kristina Baker graduated high school winning the title of Class Valedictorian, started multiple foundations and charities to support cancer awareness, and went on to attend Harvard University. With beautiful lemon blonde hair, everyone envied her at school.

I’ve trained with father until I was 20. I’ve matured over the years and stopped caring. Father put his hand on my shoulder and nodded. I was dressed as if I was made out of money. I grabbed my katana and flintlock pistol then put my katana on the sheath thats on my back and put my pistol in its sheath thas on my belt. I stared at the knife that mother gave me before I left and put it in my pocket carefully. I had enough gold for the travel. This boon will serve me well. Father looked at me and grinned. I never saw father smile before but ever since I was in training he did. I never cared, I just looked away and sighed. “ You made me proud, son.. “Now. Lets go to D.C” That was the first time i’ve ever heard those words come out of someones mouth except mothers. I didn’t care. We went to “ Meredith and Jonathan Guidry's carriage and trading post”.. Same place I used to work at before.. Traveling was 20 miles to go over there and it took 12 hours on foot. Jonathan ran to me in surprisement and Meredith hugs me with joy while I keep a straight face. “ What happened to you??? It’s been 4 years!” Jonathan said worriedly, “and who’s this?” He looked at father. I kept silent. Father spoken for me,” Sorry that I we’d come in such horrid circumstances but I shall introduce myself.. I am Valaris Smith.. Father of Thomas Smith…. And husband of-” A little girl, that's possibly 4, ran by giggling with two other boys chasing after her, both being the same age. She and the boys ran to

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.

It was getting brighter outside of my bedroom window. The grass was greener than ever and the sky was a bright blue. My room was neat and tidy, the bed was a beautiful cyan. I walked up to my bed and lied down. Suddenly everything went into a swirl of darkness and I saw my father's body lying motionless on the ground, a gun beside him. I screamed.

I remember that sad day when my parents died. My dad died first, but my mom fought and fought for her life. She told me just before she died that I needed to pack up all of my stuff as I was moving with my aunt and uncle.