A Short Story : A Story Of A Day?

He starts pacing back and forth with his hands on his head. We quickly runs all around the castle looking for his bike with tears in his eyes. He can’t belive what is happening, he steps on a gold chain with a red ruby charm. He bent over and picks it up and looks at it with a confused face.

The car ride home seems to be forever. I miss my mother a lot,and want to tell her about my weekend experience.

Pete puts his hand on Patrick’s forehead and clicks his tongue in sympathy. “You should take a bath.”

It was a cold and foggy wednesday morning on june 10th. Hunter was sleeping on his bed when he heard his mom call him.

Ethan runs out of the kitchen, and up to the stairs into his room. He jumps on his bed.

Finally, the two climbed into bed and settled beneath the blankets. Perceval started out telling Joan about the basics of the battle at the

tune. She stares at her father’s portrait for a moment, and moves towards the living room.

“I have no clue, i'm so confused.” Keren replies sarcastically. We start to see light again and that's when it hit us. Alexander wasn’t trying to get out, he was trying to keep things

the once towering Nemeton tree. Seeing the tree as it is does not surprise her but what does is what is

(The lights come back up to Matthew and Kevin, Matthew is seen adjusting his tie or his clothes. Kevin is shown on the bed wearing underwear and a shirt that’s way to big for him)

Terry made his way to his sister's room and enter. Naomi on her bed and her arms snuggle around her legs.

He walks to the center of the room, spins around to check his surroundings, then runs his fingers through his hair like a comb. He walks to the corner of the room again and drowns himself in his thoughts.

I look down at Jonas now, his face red and rigid. I mask my feelings, like always, and kiss him on the forehead. “Little One, no one is coming. You must have had a bad dream. Everything is going to be fine. Now go to sleep, and I will see you in the morning.”

“Yes, of course, I 'm listening.” Pins and needles prickle at my hands as the blood returns. I massage them together to ease the pain.

The short, slim, man was standing next to a tombstone with many others. He looked at the coffin with anger. He stopped making his facial expression and combed his dark black hair. His eyes glowed and teared as he moved his chapped lips.