Hello. So these are just some short stories I had to write for English class last year, and I thought I would share them. I wanted to post the Beauty and the Beast story today, but I can’t find it. I’m going to keep looking!
Story 1
“Okay, see you soon,” I said before hanging up my cell phone. I was waiting in the shopping center for my mother to pick me up, and I was just about done checking my Christmas shopping list when someone forced something into my hand.
“It’s evil anyways,” he muttered before running off into a dark alley and was gone, just like that.
Cautiously, I looked down at my sweaty palm to see what had been handed off to me. The mysterious “gift” was a wad of paper bills, and after careful counting I realized that I was holding $1000. Immediately I started to walk towards the alley the man had disappeared down when my mom pulled up. I shoved the money deep into my pocket so my mom wouldn’t start asking question that I had no answers to, and proceeded to enter the car. Once I was home I ran into my room, shut the door with a ‘bang’ and pulled out the cash. After closer examination, I realized that the presidents on the front were the same, but it was the back that perturbed me. It showed a hybrid animal with the head of a falcon, and the rump of a lion with claws that looked as dangerous as a freshly sharpened knife. Suddenly, the dollars bills started to move and morph into the creature that was on the back of the bills. The creature then pounced on me and I tried to scream for help, but no sound escaped my lips. Eventually, I managed to get the thing off of me, but it was too late. My world was just beginning to fade when I saw the bills float out the window and land in a neat stack in a man’s hands. He was looking at me with pity in his eyes and the last thing I saw was the man from the mall mouthing the words “I’m sorry…”
Story 2
I was reading a book on my window seat when a rock smashed through my window and caused glass to cut my legs and arms. I peered outside my window and saw the three boys who “threw” the rock at me.
“Not funny,” I yelled as I tossed the rock out of the window.
By now the seat cushion was soaked with my blood, so I placed my hands over my cuts and healed them; and then I placed my hand over the window and cushion and cleaned/fixed them up as well. Yes, I was a healer and the only one in my town because healing powers are very rare. Most people can fly, lift heavy objects, or levitate (like the boys had to get the rock into my room). My town was obviously not an ordinary town, so we made it our main priority to stay off the map and away from prying eyes, and it had worked until that day. A girl from out of town hobbled into Main Street and started to scream for help. She was clutching her leg which was bleeding profusely, and was very skinny. I ran out to see what she was doing here, and she told me that she was one of the councilmen’s daughters (the council knows where everyone with special abilities lives), and that’s how she had known where we were. She also said that her town had been taken over by dark forces that were led by my twin brother, Drake.
“Oh and one more thing,” she said with a sinister grin taking over her face, “he’s coming here next.”
“You led him here. Didn’t you,” I asked with a horrified expression. Then she disappeared, teleported I assume, and I watched as my whole town went up in flames.
A/N
I might make this into a real story after Beauty and the Beast…
Story 3
(A Prequel to the Hunger Games, but in the U.S.)
“Come on now men, keep up,” the General shouts over the noisy crunching of gravel under the soldiers’ worn-out boots. My name is Thomas Washington, and we have been at war for a long time. We are fighting for our freedom from an oppressive government. Today, we are in the ruins of Washington D.C., and passing by the destroyed monuments is quite heart-wrenching. Dead bodies are scattered around the ground, and it looks like they were killed with, oddly enough, swords. Hungry vultures are flying in circles over our heads as if waiting for us to move so that they may have their snack. Some of the soldiers behind me began to say how these men must have been taken by surprise, or they wouldn’t have been killed. I began to turn around to join in their conversation when I stopped short because they are lying on the floor soaked in blood with the same markings as the other soldiers who were already dead. I started to run when I was knocked down, and rather silently I might add, by one of the vultures that had been overhead just moments before. Another one of our government’s mutations, I now realize, and these ones are a whole lot worse than the jabber jays. The last thing I saw were sword like talons aiming for my neck…
