A Short Story : The Story Of The Story

“I'm... I'm you... What happened to you? My parents... they're not dead.

Angry, Jessica drives way. Her mother keeps calling her on her cellphone, but Jessica refuses to answer it. She tosses the phone on the floor out of reach. When DAVID, her boyfriend calls, Jessica tries to reach the phone. She takes her eyes off the road and crashes into another car.

“WHAT?! Oh my God!” she screamed with a hint of crying. She bolted out the door, grabbing my brother by the arm, started the car and rushed to the hospital leaving Chloe and

“Um, where am I?” Chris asked the girl. She didn’t even look up. She just continued crying. “I need to be home, can you please tell me where the hell I am.”

As Bahauddin pushed the door to the shaft as slow as molasses falls out or the bottle to make it so no one would be able to hear the creak of the rusted and moldy hinges that are barely holding the door up. He could see the invaders about 100 yards away from him consumed in their fighting as if there's nothing else worth paying attention to. He slowly began to climb out of the shaft he realized that the lanterns were giving off light in the smoke of the cannons. He could hear the invaders yelling things such as

The story opens to a local park the kids are all in their own little world hanging out with each other. Kameron is not at the park he is working since it’s only him and Kory.

“It’s okay sweetie, you got into a car accident, but i'm going too get you out,” said Hailey.

“It’s okay sweetie, you got into a car accident, but i'm going to get you out,” said Hailey.

“Tell Dad, I’m on my way,” Jerry said, hanging up the phone, raising his voice. “Honey, I’ll be back. Dad needs me!” Grabbing his keys, and cell phone, out the door, he went before Marlene entered the living room.

At first, she could see nothing but smoke. Then, from the center of all the vapors she heard with her enhanced senses a cry in pain. Without thinking twice, she ran towards the source of it until she reached a terrified child with a burn on his leg. She started to drag the boy away from the smoke and flames, but yelped when the fire jumped out at her. But, she persevered and made it to the street with the child in hand. When she got a closer look at him, she realized that he could have only been no older than 6 or 7 years old. Then, she looked closer at his leg. Taking a deep breath, she touched the unbroken skin next to the wound and willed her power to heal the burn. A strange sensation filled her fingers and when she looked back down, scar tissue had replaced the angry, red burn. “Do you know where your parent is?,” she asked him.

"Is this my time," Tanis Lightbody asked himself as he lay with one side of his face pressed against the asphalt as the ricochets echoed in his ears as if they were the percussions of drumsticks and his head the drum. He knew that if he got up to run, his silhouette, his blackness, would be perforated with punctuations, with periods of light, by the things making the explosive typewriter sounds, the lead hailstorm falling all around him. He also knew that if he didn't, the end result would be the same. Tanis knew that like everything else it was just a matter of time.

Benjamin awoke on a dreary Monday morning to a note on the kitchen counter. He read it aloud, “Benjamin, our time together is one I’ll cherish; however, we are holding each other back. Our decisions, while freeing, kept us from our full potential. I’m sorry, I know this will be difficult, but it is for the best.” Benjamin sat down, holding the note in his trembling hands, unable to put his thoughts together he sat there. Memories of his final summer at home floated through his mind, his thoughts drifting as if he were back in his family pool avoiding Mrs. Robinson and his parents. Benjamin jolted back to reality, looking at his watch he realized he had been sitting there for hours. Still nothing seemed important, the note now lay on the floor. Benjamin picked it up, glanced at it once more and crumpled it up. Benjamin looked around, studying his mediocre apartment, the view of a dimly lit suburban San Francisco street stirred something up, deep inside Benjamin. He immediately began packing, forgetting all responsibilities he had. Benjamin realized Elaine may have been right, he had settled, his life with her, while enjoyable, was not his full potential. He had the idea, only for a millisecond, that leaving San Francisco was the best thing for him; like his entire life once he got an idea of his own in his head there was no stopping him. The next morning Benjamin awoke early, he grabbed his bags and left. Leaving behind what he saw as a waste of three years, and any memories

It was the last day of school, Kaylee rode the bus home just as she does every other day. When she got home, the key to her house fell out of her hand and into a ditch. She couldn't find it, her brother helped search for the key but it was nowhere to be seen. Their mom wouldn't get off work for another two hours, so they had to sit outside in the hot sun waiting for her. She reached into her backpack to get her phone so she could call her mom. After she realised her phone wasn't in her backpack she decided to go sit under a tree for shade. After sitting under the tree for a while, the sun started to set. Their mom finally got home and they went inside. She told her mom that she had left her phone at school. Since it was summer break she couldn't go back and get it. Her mom told her that she wasn't getting another phone since she left it at school. Kaylee snuck out of the house to go get her friends. Kaylee, Destiny, Alyssa, and Lexi all walked to pinkston.

“Hey Melissa it’s Lanie I need to talk to you it’s really important” she said sounding like she’s been crying.

When I first walked into Cook’s Coffeehouse, I called out aloud, to see if anyone was there to help me with my situation. Eventually, a young woman walks towards me and asks angrily,