A Short Story : A Story?

On the other hand, at first Joseph, who was new to basement living often, spent his days quietly pacing. Anna noticed that at times he appeared to have silent remorseful secrets in his eyes and a tortured soul. But as time passed, he too accepted his fate and began amusing himself by talking. He would talk about anything and everything, including the occasional whiff of Miss Margot's perfume which Joseph said, "reminds me of a day when I had walked into my house and found that it was warm and cozy and smelt like sweet vanilla and pine

Joseph’s father hadn’t been okay with himself since the concentration camps. His father was in a really bad place and was not the father that Josef knew and loved. Josef’s father called

“Look,” she said as she inched towards him “either he'll call back, or he won't. Yelling about it won't help.” She got right behind him and put her lips to his ear. “Please come back to bed.”

“QUIET!” Oliver roared, slamming his hands on the desk and rendering the class silent. He sat for a moment longer, cooling himself down before continuing.

“No, Im fine mom. Just had a little headache last night. That’s all.” Jason replied.

"I'm fine, it's just..." she looked down to her hands as they rested on her knees. It was so hard to find the words to voice her needs, specially after hiding them for so very long. She knew Jack wouldn't judge her for it, but old habits were hard to break. Still she nibbled her lip and uncrossed her legs, spreading them just a bit as he had instructed.

"What happened here?" I asked, but he never said a word. I set down my things and kneeled beside him and took his chin in my hand, lifting his head up. His eyes were puffy and wet, I knew he had been crying, but I didn't know why. "What happened in here Michael?" I questioned again but he just chuckled and looked down. Okay, well. That obviously didn't work.

Steven could not find the words to ask for his order. Joseph thought Steven was extremely handsome but the only thing on his mind was his ex Micheal. While Joseph still has a lot of love for

It all started on a night out on the town. It was late October. The air is cool and cold. The weather was a calming fall night. Raven was sitting on this bench in a pizza joint where some local band was playing that she didn’t really care for. There was only a few teens in the crowd, they weren’t really too into it either. She could’ve left if she wanted to but she didn’t really have a place to go stay at because most her friends left the town and moved away and are raising kids. So she jumps around from acquaintance to acquaintance to sleep on someone’s couch for the night. Raven wanted to leave so she decided she could crash at Larry’s apartment then leave in the morning. She went to the back of the building to leave through the back door because in front of the place had bad traffic and didn’t feel like almost getting hit by a car. On her way to the door something catches her eye in the dim room. A piñata that is about a foot and a half tall chilling at this table. She wanted to leave but something told her to go up to him and talk to him but at the same time something was telling her this would be a mistake. Raven decided to go with and against her guts and went up to him and started a conversation. They started to chat and chat. She just couldn’t seem to leave. Pretty soon it was 3 a.m. and the band stopped playing two hours before so all the kids left so all that there was left was a couple hippies in the corner strumming their out of tune guitar, the employees and them. Raven learned that the piñata owns his own apartment and she could stay at his place for as long as she wanted to.

Walking back, placing the coffee down I grabbed the papers and put them away, finally taking a seat. Matthew came back a few minutes later with a coffee and a cookie in his hand.

“Reom, get me a glass of water, NOW!” commanded his mother. Staggering with each step, Reom rose. He fetched a tall glass and pours cool water into it. With every step he took,the floorboards of the old house creaked. He stretched out his arms, barely having enough strength to hold the glass up. His mother grabs the glass forcefully. “Took you long enough,useless” she mumbled.Waiting for her to give her to give him permission to go to his tiny bedroom and sleep, he stood there, by her side, “Well, what are you waiting for?” “Make me some food.” growled his mother. And so he did. Reom struggled to walk upright, nonetheless stand. He gets out the frying pan and turns on the gas. He lays the pan on the stove and puts some oil and bread on it. “I’ll just close my eyes and sit down for a little while” he thought. Reom sat down on the rugged floor, laid his head against the teal wall, and shut his eyes for a few seconds.

Anthony and his brother drew stares at the mysterious house as they took steps slowly toward the door. They rang the doorbell and a tall, dark and handsome male named Derek much taller than Anthony about 6’4” with streaked brown hair, and muddy blue eyes stared down at them with an excited face and welcomed them in. They followed Derek down the dimly lighted hallway into a colorful, loud room with a DJ and crowd of dancing people. Drew is well informed and so when he knows there will be trouble he brings along his camera hoping he'll catch the action.

    He nearly lost consciousness. "Yeah, Serenity Daddy's coming. I will be over tonight like I promised." After speaking, he exhaled releasing a long painful grunt. Sharp stabbing pains erupted all over his body. His already heavy joints felt weaker. Struggling to sit up, he forced his weary body to respond. Every second felt like an eternity. He would do it, he thought. The bloody wound in his midsection continued to leak profusely. His breathing Exhilarated. Every breath consisted of sharp intakes and painful releases.Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes.

“Sir, I’m not going to ask you again,” he stared at a guy with pale skin and blood all over his hands. “Why did you kill your family?” The man looked up at the policeman and opened his mouth while softly mumbling, “monster, it was a monster.”

Morgana’s eyes snapped open the moment her chilled martini dribbled into her lap. She’d begun to nod off and lost her grip on the stem of her glass.