Short Stories

He dashes throughout the deep jungle of mystery seeking the treasure. The Prize. He spots the Altar Flame and Drake Dagger in hand being wary of it's deadly Curse. His treasure is in sight. He finds it, grabs it. Then, skeletons from all corners crash out of the forest. But this is no challenge. No challenge for the Mighty DragonKnight.

I sat on my bed, sitting through that wretched screaming that happens every once in a while. Arguing over the most stupidest things ever. I hold back the tears, they won't do any good.

My mom walks in, she stares at me, takes in my expression and says, "How are you? Dinner's ready." Like nothing's happened. Because it hasn't.

What I heard are the ghosts of my dead grandparents who are tied to this earth, and everyday they fight over stupid things. I sit through it.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” I repeated to myself snidely. “This has to be the stupidest ritual ever.”

I didn’t bother trying to deal with the mess attached to my scalp. You try to comb thirty odd feet of dark brown stuff while it clearly does not want to be tamed! It was already braided anyway, but the easier to climb the better. The last Rapunzel actually had climbing gear woven into her hair to get her prince up the side of this cursed tower!

"Hey!" I shrieked as snow hits me hard in the head- in the form of a snowball. "I'll get you for that!"     I scoop up as much snow as I can carry and pack it into a firm ball shape. I slowly move around my snow wall, eyeing the enemy. With a loud warrior yell, I hurl the snow in his direction. It comes raining down on his head, and I laugh. Heck, I don't just laugh; I snort, I squeal, I giggle, I chuckle and I snicker. Then I roll around in the snow for a while, still laughing all the while.

Mortification

His bear was the only remaining ally in his life. His family and friends had deserted him and he had nothing left, except for Grizzly. He named his bear Grizzly because it reminded him of hunting trips with his father so long ago.

An after life. A life after your original life. I was glad I still had an after life, I mean, I was a retired clown. No joke. All the kids loved me, I was known as ‘Silly Susie’. I know- cheesy, right?

Meeting Mom

"Nice going, Callista!"

 

I screamed, flailing my arms as my body hit the shining floors of our gym. Whimpering, I clutched at my face - where the horrid volleyball had crashed into the skin. No doubt I was as red as a tomato by now.

 

Dal sits next to me in the waiting room, eating a packet of chips.

I'm doing my best to refrain from elbowing him in the ribs when he turns around and attempts to strike up a conversation.

"So. I heard you really made it in Jersey. Got yourself a new apartment, some new clothes, new friends. Sure knew you needed ‘em."