A Story : A Short Story

Towards the end, they became careless of their love between one another. That became the part when they let it

When they were told who one another truly was, they had an important question to ask themselves, Is a secret but ‘True love’ worth all the repercussions. Fate brought them together, but they had the ability to control weather or not they stayed together or not. I believe that given the situation fate could control our lives today. I

Each of their impressions of each other had changed over time and they slowly were able to come to terms with each other and accept that they will be on opposite sides. Each person preserves someone else for who they are whether it is based on having firsthand knowledge of the person or it is read in the accounts of someone else. It is truly difficult to say what one person sees is the truth or it is purely based on imagination.

A loud banging noise woke up the sleep deprived Yoongi at 5 AM, frightened by the loud noise, Yoongi stumbled out of bed rushing towards the door. Opening the door and trying to see who it was while squinting his eyes, two of the warpers stood in front of him. Blurred faces staring back at Yoongi one of them spoke up, “Yoongi, we require you at the office.”

Wind whistled through the partially opened driver-side window of Beth’s Volkswagen Jetta as Peter steered the car north along Interstate-91. The Eddie Vedder channel played through the Blue Tooth on Beth’s Pandora station. The Pearl Jam front man crooned a few verses from Daughter as Beth and Peter sang along, reminiscing about the 1990’s, their carefree college years when the world was exciting and new. Peter felt a rush of excitement when Beth offered to let him drive her car. In his mind, it was a sign that their relationship was deepening; it must mean something that she trusted him to drive her car. He had offered to take his Civic, but Beth needed the Thule rack on the roof of her Jetta to transport her racing bicycle.

It was a dark, dry night in Johnny’s shed. Johnny was staring at the roof of his room. Hungry and tired, Johnny imagined how the next day would be. The shed was cramped. After a long day of work, Johnny was exhausted. Johnny worked on the field, helping his mom plant crops and look for food. Johnny was a poor kid with a rough background. His dad, Nick, died after a bear attacked the house. Johnny was just seven at that time. Nick would walk into johnny’s head every night. Every day when Johnny reflected upon his day, his dad’s words would come in and out of his brain. For Johnny, it was almost impossible to forget about his dad. But this was not Johnny’s only drastic event he had to live through. Johnny had a brother by the name of Andrew. Johnny lover Andrew, he was funny and always cheered Johnny on. When Andrew died, it impacted his mom so hard that she had a nervous breakdown and Johnny had to work all day taking care of his mom and his house. Johnny’s mom is just recovering and is now taking care of the household. Now, Johnny is working hard to take the place of Andrew and Nick, his loved ones.

It was a Saturday morning and Lewis was unpacking his stuff into his new room. The Jungleport family had just moved into to an 298 year old house and everyone was trying to get used to the old smell, old wallpaper, and the old leftover things in the house. Abby was cleaning up her room because it was full of dust. James was scraping his walls because of the old wallpaper in his room. The parents were making sure the house was staying together.

It’s the year 125 T.E., and it was a pleasant day in the small town of Rieux, France. The sun was shining behind scattered clouds, as they slowly drifted across the bright blue sky. As Riya made her way down the busy streets of the Rieux market district, she couldn’t help but notice the inquisitive looks the shop owners and customers gave her. Though she was used to people staring at her shiny metal appendages, it always made her feel very self-conscious. She averted her eyes to the ground as she pulled the sleeves of her ebony black hoodie down over her forearms, and shoved her metal hands into the pockets of her dark wash jeans. After turning down an alley way, she made her way across the street to her apartment which was above her mother’s small café. Riya stepped into the café and was immediately hit with the scent of coffee and blueberry muffins, along with the quiet chatter of the customers. As she entered the kitchen in the back of the café, she was greeted by her mother with a big hug.

She smiled. She knew that Ashutosh was a very sensitive and mature human being. She was sure that whatever happened that night did not make him disappointed or angry. There was no sign of hesitation in his face. She knew that she had not given the answer of his question.

Nancy woke up with pain in her back. She couldn’t remember anything from last night she got that drunk she thought. She found it odd how when she went to the bathroom there was a mark on her back. When she was getting ready for school she checked to see if the mark was still there. It was not.

“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her.

One one fall night the leaves where falling from the trees and everybody in the neighborhood were putting out their Halloween decorations. Alexis and Jordan lived in this nice neighborhood with their mom Alexis was 17 and Jordan was 8years old.

“Sure did.” I replied studying the man’s features “How do I get more information? Why are you telling me this? Who are you?”

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.

My mom has told me many times before that I have a mind that “gets me in trouble.” I totally disagree. What my mom thinks is trouble is just merely exploration and curiosity. I like going on adventures and discovering new things. My mom really thinks something bad is going to happen to me because I never leave the house without a lecture.