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.

I walk into the family room just to see my two dogs, as well as my mother whom’s sitting down. Except she’s typing on the computer.

“This one’s alive. He’s only knocked out by the blow.” While he says it he retrieves and shows earrings sprouting from his pockets. Then he switches to the other man.

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

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

“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

swiftly takes off towards where the scent of blood originates. She can hear Derek as he quickly switches

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

(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.

The room is still and quiet. An hour passes before he finally comes to. He stretches and yawns lazily, then looks up to the ceiling at the lights above him. He squints and shields his eyes right after with his arms before standing up and taking another look around the room.

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.