Scared-Andrea Short Story

The story begins with a beautiful day and blossoming flowers. Which gives the reader a sense of a light-hearted childrens story. “The morning of June 27th was clear and Sunny… The flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green.” What do you think this sounds like? Initially, it sounded like something I could read to my four year old sister.

It is a lovely day out, the bright sun shining down, the smell of beautiful flowers, the

One day she had come over to our house to have some entertainment. My older siblings had decided that it would be a wonderful day jump on the trampoline. There was wonderful weather outside. It was a little past noon, and the sun was high in the sky. It shone brightly on the four trees outside of the house. The leaves on the trees were bright green and there were several pale green hedgeapples poking out through them. The grass was a bright green as well. There was a slight, fresh breeze running through the trees that would

The ground and the trees are covered in white. Breath against the window turns into a fog suddenly I hear the bark of my dog. Now with my family all gathered together I stare at the tree strung with lights that glitter. First we open stockings that are full of surprise I pull out each item with delight in my eyes

I’m in a quiet and warm place. I hear a noise and noticed that I just stepped on a branch filled with color edible blueberries. I look up and see all types of edible fruit that surround these colorful trees. Crackling leaves, crunching twigs, the fresh scent of pine nuts in a rainy mahogany brown forest surround me. It feels like paradise. As I walked slow and relaxed, I can hear a deafening uproar of a mocking jay above me, a glimpse of a tiger’s gold bright eyes as he passed by me and a bright light leading me the way to the blue horizon. In my tranquil place it’s always summer. Not too hot, but just right with a slight breeze gently against on my skin. The ocean is surrounded by palm trees the size of buildings

It was a chilly fall morning, and we had a big day ahead of us. We were going to play in the barn. The grass was wet with the early dew, the grass was nice and short and the smell of freshly mowed grass was still in the air. It was a late fall morning and the air was fresh and cold.

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

Don’t you just adore the colour? Like the buds that shot on the prisoners of the cold, grey winter. Like Cherokee Park, remember? With its straight gravelled paths, moss-greened statues, clumps of fragile Ladies Delights whispering in the corners. I spent hours on the golf course there, biting the rubber nobs of my saddle shoes into the soft dirt like tiny alligator teeth. Practising my swing and my drive and my lie, for an endless monotony of green days. Those were cloudless spring days, everything was Jake. You were happy, now look at you, so much has changed.

It was the first day of summer, the grass was bright green, the bluebird sky was vivid, the trees and gardens flourished, and then a dog ran by. All I was doing was sitting under the big willow tree being miserable. D-O-G and Sadie bound over with shocked looks on their faces.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the lake behind the house reflected like a mirror the blue sky up above – that was sprinkled with fluffy white clouds.

In the summer, I can see toys strung out upon the grass and hear the never-ending screams and giggles of joy from my siblings and I. I can see two men with hair colored like salt and pepper groaning as they lift up the last boards completing the sturdy swing set they built complete with three swings and a basil green slide. I hear the squeak of the metal chains as they’re moved about and used in the seemingly endless summer. I smell the fruity aroma of a freshly purchased treat from the ice cream truck dripping and sliding off of sticky fingers with a plop. My siblings and I shared goldfish and animal crackers under the

Im going to tell you about the the time I scared my little sister their for she didn’t want to go outside at night any more. One dark night after a football game my mom told my little sister to get something out the car and my mom told me to go outside and watch her. So I got on top of the car without her knowing and she looking for whatever my mom told her to get and I yelled her name and she got scared and rain in the house and told my mom but she didn’t know it was me. So I went in the house and ask her what happened and she told and I told her it was me who scared and she start laughing and she said that almost scared her to death. The time I scared my sister and made her be scared to go outside by herself. About the time I scared my little

It was approximately around 1 o’clock in the afternoon. I asked my mom, “Mommy can I go

The colorful evening sky shimmers back at me as I glare at the pond, throwing back a beautiful reflection of orange and blue colors. The smell of fresh pond water grew exponentially as I got closer to the bench. The breeze created the perfect temperature: not too hot, not too cold. While sitting on the newer park benches I watch several people jogging and a couple walking. All of them smiling and listening to their tunes as they get their exercise in for the day. Jake, a nice young gentleman walked by, he asked how my day was and continued about his exercise. There was also a young mother with two toddlers; both were boys. The boys happily ran after each other and played tag. Seeing the joy in their eyes, I could not help but smile and laugh.

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.