A Story : A Short Story

The sun was high in the sky, gleaming down on us. The air was breezy, but not cold. The day was ordinary, or so it seemed. But what was out of place? That would be my brother, the only person who could possibly get himself into such a situation, with his impossible ability to almost die, but just miss the mark. As he sat there on the ground with his back to us, legs sprawled out in front of him, we didn’t even realize that there was anything wrong. Hold on a second. Let’s rewind this just a little.

“Yes it is. Everyone know it’s only right to play down to your competition level.”

“Thanks. You have done really well too! How many have you scored?” I said trying to avoid bragging. I looked at the other team. They wore blue and black jerseys with big, white numbers on the back. They caught every pass, made every shot, and got every ground ball immediately.

“Why would you be trying out you don’t even know how to play basketball.” Bridget said rudely.

In a far far away village called Lugglepalooza lived the Luggles. The Luggles lived in a seemingly perfect world. They spent their days at Mystic Garden listening to the roses sing while the Flutterflies put on brilliant shows of flashing lights and neon colors. They ate fruit from the Marigold tree which grew in the middle of Mystic Garden and swam in the sparkling water from Luggle Falls. Every Luggle in Lugglepalooza had chocolate brown hair and bright purple skin. Everyone got along just fine for nothing ever went wrong. But one day a baby Luggle was born with platinum blonde hair. The Luggles in Lugglepalooza didn't know how to react. The newborn Luggle angered some while others were frightened of what it might become. The baby was banished from Lugglepalooza along with it’s parents who wouldn't dare part with it. From then on out any baby born with blond hair was banished from Lugglepalooza…

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.”

Toast Malone was hobbling down Ban Creek Road. With each step, the ground moaned and shuddered in pain. He did not have a lot of friends and was not good at watching his health. He you even kept a miscellaneous amount of chocolates in his room. He suffered through physical activity and, as a result did not do it often. He was the polar opposite of robust. Most of the time, he was a completely stationary object. He had poor self esteem and was constantly ridiculed and nobody would intervene disrespectful activity. He had had enough of it. The reason he was walking on Ban Creek road was because he was headed to Planet Fitness.

“Yes. Perhaps that would be the best idea,” Monsieur Roden agreed, looking from one of them to the other.

Songbirds flutter outside, singing their warm tunes of the autumn season. Ayra, a woman who lives in a small cozy home within the village, squints her eyes tighter as she drags herself out of slumber. Light shined through the window, exposing the suspended dust that floats delicately in the air. Oddly it was very relaxing, almost impossible for Ayra to pull herself out of bed, but she managed to eventually. She just went ahead and changed from her sleepwear to her daily outfit. Her daily outfit was a shapeless dress that was fastened by the waist with a simple girdle, her shoes were boots that weren’t heavy duty but enough to cover her feet. She grabbed her shawl and sat down at her desk to brush out her hair for the day. She just stared at her reflection, brushing out her auburn hair. She didn’t put makeup on like the other women in the village, her skin was a natural ivory and speckled with freckles across her nose bridge and cheeks. Her deep blue eyes really complimented the look as well.

Sunlight shined through the bar windows of the cell. It was quite an eerie feeling and it never went away. How sunlight shined but it was still dark no matter which corner you turn and the noises, the noises of those who are screaming for someone to get them out but no one heard them. No one ever does. There were many cells but in one cell, lying on the ground, was Clarisse McClellan.

The year is 2100 and swirling flames of destruction are engulfing New York City. Alone in the hostile environment stood Duncan Smith, a thin 16-year-old boy with blond hair and wire rimmed glasses. Duncan came from a poor family and he always felt like things never quite went his way in life. He had never really believed in himself before, and most other people hadn’t either. Regardless, he loved life. But one day, two years ago, everything was taken away from him. In the middle of the school day, a UFO landed on top of the Empire State Building. Shortly after, he watched in horror as more and more flying saucer’s swarmed the city, destroying everything in their paths, including his family. After the smoke cleared and the destruction was finished, Duncan and the other survivors from the attack hid in the dark alleys of the city.

He soaps himself thoroughly, washes his hair twice, and holds his face under the water a long time, eyes closed, feeling like there was something he meant to feel now.

A year had already passed since then, but I couldn’t help but be drawn towards those shoes. The closer I got to them the more familiar they seemed. The scuff marks on the sides of the shoe peaked through strands of the woman’s hair, and a surge of nostalgia flowed through me as I saw them. I remembered Leila’s endeavors at Six Flags that resulted in similar bruisings on her shoes. An icy breeze whisked away the woman’s hair to reveal an engraving on the side of the shoe. It was of a speckled flower, the same one Leila had drawn on. She said the speckles were tiny flaws in the seemingly perfect rose. As soon as I saw it I knew they were hers. I couldn’t fathom the fact that I arbitrarily found them over a year after she went missing. I needed those shoes, but I they belonged to the woman. I gingerly shook the woman awake and she slowly opened her eyes. I was surprised she could even sleep through the noise of the city. She arose with a vexed expression and stared at me with cold eyes. After a few moments she processed her environment. I was bent forward and had a hand already inching towards her shoes, she got the impression that I wanted to steal them- I guess I did want to. In response, the old woman shrieked and her lament attracted the attention of nearby pedestrians. My attempts to calm her down were futile as she began to fling her possessions at me. I didn’t want to have to steal them, but it was my only option. She reached for her red blanket to chuck at me, which I

It was a freezing winter day and our whole family was inside huddled in one room by the fire place with a piping hot cup of cocoa with two or three marshmallows in it. Although it was warm inside Sarah and I wanted to go outside to the library anyways because we loved reading… well not so much Sarah but since I'm her brother we kind of did everything together. “Mother, Father” I said “ can me and Sarah go outside to the library?” they both paused and gave each other that one overprotective look and they said “John you only just turned 13 last week and Sarah's only 11” I realized that we would have to sneak out so when we were done Sarah and I quietly snuck out while the parents were distracted discussing things I wasn't paying attention to.

I squinted my eyes as the ray of the sun blinded me. I took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh air. Tears of joy and laughter filled the atmosphere. I looked back as a familiar voice rung in my ears. "Hey, you excited your up going up next." It was Lacey Zamarai. Her divine black hair seemed lighter in the sun. Her eyes were tainted darker than usual revealing how on edge she felt.