Posts from the ‘Short Stories’ Category

Valentine’s Day

“Where the hell is he…he promised me tonight he’ll be here,” Danielle said to herself as she walked along the snow-covered path. The night sky was a majestic midnight blue, its beauty accentuated by the fluttering, silvery specks of snow reflecting the lights emanating from the city. She shivered as she pulled her coat closer, the water and melted snow on the path seeping through her shoes, chilling her feet. She trudged along the frozen sidewalk, slowly making her way to the southern exit of the city where the bridges were located, walking along the path as she had many times before. However, this time, memories of when she first met him flashed through her mind…

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Promises

Guy stared at the rotating fan on the roof of his classroom. It was the usual, boring day at school and everything felt like routine. Guy was a loner, not because of his attitude, but because of his looks. He was very handsome, definitely an Adonis of his generation. He had a perfect, oval shaped face, followed with the most stunning pair of hazel eyes. His raven hair was long and wavy, and on this particular day, the sun shone on it, making it gleam like finely woven threads. A girl sitting behind him let out an audible sigh and looked dreamily at him. He was overly popular with the girls, but his naïve nature made him oblivious to this. The boys were very jealous of him however, and constantly gave him a rough time. Despite all this, Guy was a happy-go-lucky young man. He was very relaxed and carefree, and his laid-back attitude only increased his popularity with the women.

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About A Boy

He lay in his bed and stared up at the ceiling. The wind softly blew his long, straight raven hair across his face, almost as if caressing it. He rolled over and stared at his reflection in the mirror across the room; He was a good-looking young man, with a smooth triangular face and boyish features that exuded charm and cockiness. He had sincere brown eyes, which could pull anyone in with one practiced look. As he brushed his hair away from his face, he instinctively picked up an acoustic guitar, which lay on the floor of his room. He softly strummed it, as he often did when he wanted to clear his head. The guitar was his way of relaxing, an escape from the rest of the world. On this particular day though, there was only one thought that occupied his mind. The smooth brown hair…the soulful greens…the luscious lips…the boy shook his head and cleared his mind of such thoughts, not letting himself wander too much.

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Perfect Girl

Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock edged ever so slowly, each movement of the third hand creating a soft yet distinct sound. The room was quiet; save for the sound of pen scratching and the occasional sigh from the people present. The tension was so thick that it could have been easily cut with a knife. With a soft moan, I stared at my paper in disbelief. It was easily one of the hardest tests I have ever done, and from looking around the room; it was easy to tell who was suffering and who wasn’t. I lifted my pen and threw it down on my paper in exasperation, creating a loud thwack, which encouraged other students to turn and locate the distraction. As soon as I looked up, I noticed several people raising their hands and handing their papers in. The clock read 2:30, and although there was still 2 hours left, I felt the need to go. The silence was deafening, and it was suffocating me.

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All That I Want

I was inadvertently dragged along to a party one night about two years ago. To tell the truth, I had always been an outsider all my life, which is why it’s a completely new experience for me going to this party. Seeing as I have been without friends most of my teenage life, I was not very popular and was considered a complete loser, let alone a loner. I shook myself out from my thoughts and found that I was in front of a mansion; even through the dim lighting I could see that the grass was a healthy green, hedges trimmed to perfection. The white walls looked majestic in the moonlight, and the windows were reflecting the glow into a standard sized fountain right in the middle of the front yard. The water splashed and sprinkled as I walked past it, creating a distorted vision of the moon itself.

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