Short Story : A Story

Maria and her parents were sitting in their dining room eating breakfast. Papa was reading the newspaper and Mama was pouring coffee. When suddenly there were loud cries coming from the far end of the ghetto where they lived. “Ghettos are small segregated areas of the city where most Jews lived” (Anderson). Followed by screams and shouts in a language that Maria was unfamiliar with. Then, a loud, hard knock came from the door. Papa jumped out of his chair and hurried to it. Maria went to stand with him, but Mama pulled her into the kitchen. Maria peered around the corner watching as her father opened the door. Just as fast as the Sunday morning light peeked through the tiny crack between the door and the frame, it was blocked. Maria watched in horror as men in worn, dark uniforms came bursting into her house knocking Papa onto the floor.

Now Jungkook had seen many interesting and strange things in his life. Skinny dippers, seaweed enthusiasts, people attempting to hold octopi, etc. However, catching someone in his fishing net was not something that had ever happened before. He stood there on the old dock, gaping at the captured boy.

Joseph can't remember the last time he did this ,but with Sebastian up on his feet again. He just had to. He opened a draw that smelled of blood. At the bottom was a razor blade with dried blood on it. Joseph removed his glove showing two others scars on his hand. He shuts his eyes but digs it into his pale skin with the razor saying slight curses to himself. “This is what you get for being useless, and the crush you have on Sebastian.” Small tears can't help but fall down his pale cheeks. Then he heard the silent ring of his phone from another room. Joseph quickly washed off the blood and put his glove back on twice as fast. He sighed a little seeing Sebastian's number. “Hello Seb.” He said trying to sound cheerful.

When Pierce told the girl to run, he never expected her to outpace him. Instead of him being in the front like the typical movie hero, dragging the fragile female lead behind, his companion was pulling him to run faster.

After waiting more than an hour in the parking lot for Marlene to arrive, Katherine was ready to go home when she saw the old familiar Malibu pull into the parking lot, and rushed behind the building so her daughter wouldn’t see her. Peeking around the corner, Katherine watched Marlene get out of the car, go to the driver’s side and kissed him passionately, before waltzing across the doctor’s parking lot swinging her keys. Katherine watched as her the raven-haired beauty with a reputation for being high maintenance get in the red Mercedes and drive out of the parking lot.

They woke him, woke him like she told them too. She could hear him , hear him in the other room, talking gibberish like he had before Caitlin put him to sleep back at CCPD. Her heart sunk a little, what was she expecting? She was expecting to find the man she was to marry, but instead it was the one that talked gibberish. It was still her Barry, just different she knew this. It just hurt her, frustrated her that she couldn’t understand what he was talking about. She was trying too, she really was it was just hard. She knew that his gibberish had to mean something but what, what did it mean, she needed to figure out, so she could help him. She placed her hands on her hips, head shaking back and forth “You can do this Iris, you have to do this… Barry needs you.” She told herself a few time, yet she didn’t move. She stayed put, staring at the door. It was only a brief walk she had to make until she was standing in the room with Barry, her Barry, yet it seemed like a mile. Why? She wanted to see him, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and smother him in kisses to make up for the time she lost with him. But fear kept her feet frozen to the ground. She dared not move, not yet anyway.

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.

It’s a pretty day, thought Chrissie as she munched on her leftover birthday cake. Chrissie just turned eight, and was patiently waiting on her front porch for her grandmother to return from grocery shopping. Normally she would have accompanied her grandmother to the store, but the previous day she had the misfortune of stumbling over a neighbors left out toy and wound up spraining her ankle. Luckily for her she had her grandmother’s hissing mangy scraggly mouse of a cat, Suggs, to keep her company. Chrissie wasn’t incredibly fond of Suggs; he’d bite, claw, and shed fur everywhere. Once he even knocked down and broke Chrissie’s favorite snow globe. Although he was a nuisance in almost every possible way, Chrissie thought of him as family, just as if he were an aggravating little brother.

Tell me, why are you here at my apartment again?” Lev asked as he cooked his uninvited guest something to eat. The food’s aroma quickly spreads through the small apartment his father had left him behind. It was a well-kept room – a narrow bed, a small table at the center, and some games piled up neatly in drawers. Leading outside is a small balcony with a mediocre view befitting the second floor of a 2 story building.

I did it, I finally killed him. Sarah thought to herself, with a feeling of adrenaline rushing through her body.

Looking through the school bus window, and seeing the gray sky John, a brown- eyed boy with jet black hair sat in a two person chair alone like always. When he got home, he heard a noise coming from the kitchen, he walked slowly to see what it was, suddenly his sister Erica jumped out of the kitchen. John instantly jumped back with a pale face as if he had seen millions of spiders and then the scream came.

Still, he doesn't know who to blame for that... if there was anybody to blame... Maybe it was timing; they were living in a present, but the impending future was pushing the burdensome past too cruelly for a normal outcome of the situation.

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.

We woke at dawn the sun early rising as me and my friend Mia,and Lala snuck out of our hotel room heading to one of the houses we saw as we drove around Hawaii yesterday. We walked up a hill where the house sat overlooking the Hawaiian beach.once we reached the top the house was there, it was small surrounded by palm trees as far as the eye can see ,it had a burned roof, broken windows, the white paint peeled off revealing red burnt brick, the lawn was burned ,but surprisingly the house was intact.”Dare you to go in.” Mia said nudging me forward “They say that this day ten years ago this place burned down with the owner’s little girl inside.They say he went back in to save her but she killed him when he did. They say if you light a match where they both died you’ll have the same faith as the father or little girl ” Lala said pushing me a bit further. “Come on do you really believe that?” Mia said arm crossed brow raised.”Eh, I believe anything.” lala said shrugging. I looked at the broken doorway that leads into the house, I turned back to them.”Fine but it’s gonna cost you,both of you.” mia and lala both shared the same smug grin that sent chills. “Ok. 50 dollars from both of us but you have to light the match to.” Lala said as that smug grin became dark as she extended her arm, revealing the matches in her hand. I looked at the box of matches ‘’of course you bought the matches” I said taking them hesitantly. I walked towards the door paused at the entrance. I slowly

It was a normal afternoon, and I was just getting ready to start my day. As I grab my maroon jeggings out of the closet, I hear my mother scream my name down the stairs. What could she possibly want now? She woke me up 20 minutes ago.