Question

COOKIE REWARD! Read my short story? :D

Answer 1

I was eager to see him.

That thought alone has kept me awake most of the previous nights where I’d tousle around in bed with near tears misting my eyes, missing the way his hands pieced perfectly with mine and the way his electrified touch triggered waves of euphoria to feel like static in my stomach. I wanted him back but was completely unprepared for the harsh, black print of tattoos traveling down the entire expanse of his shirtless back or the blonde suctioning her lips to his neck.

I swallow back my anger, tracing my eyes over the intimate script on his shoulder blade. I’m too far away to identify singular tattoos, they all lace together into an abrasive combination on the angelic canvas that once obtained an angelic soul alike in appearance. Or so I thought.

Focusing intently, I find that all but one tattoo is discernible which reads: To die would be an awfully big adventure.

“Why did you bring me here?” I gravely ask Eliza.

“You need to know the truth. Not just about her—sorry. I should have warned you.” Her blue eyes cower down. “But about Peter. The whole truth.”

* * *

THE BEGINNING...

The sizzling asphalt resurrects back to wet cement in the peak heat of the Floridian summer weather and let me just tell you that I for one: a bed potato in the gravy boat of life, flopped down dejectedly on the unbearably warm sheets am totally baked.

I could be in the great comforts of Connor’s mansion back in Duluth with maximum air-condition blasting, loud music, outgoing party goers, and last but not least, my best friends, Troye, Grace, and Zoe—but no. Here I am on a Friday afternoon, sweating out the flat iron-job that I did on my red hair two nights ago painfully resembling Mufasa from Lion King. Perfect.

Rays of brightness cast squares onto the glossy wooden floor, reflecting onto several objects in the room which are undecorated and painfully bland.

“Wendy!” My mother abruptly calls from down stairs causing me to flinch. The corners of my mouth sag all the while my sparse eyebrows furrow together in annoyance. What does she want? It’s enough that we had to move to Jacksonville without mutual consent and unpack for seven vigorous hours but now, she also has to torture me with the nasally clamor of her voice? She can’t have the best of both worlds. This is not Hannah Montana. “Gwendolyn! All the labeled boxes are sorted so only unpack what is absolutely necessary! Val will be in your room to help in a second!”

I groan lowly in response. Blinking my tortuously heavy eyelids a few times, I feel consciousness quickly dwindling away from me the slower my breaths refresh. With a demanding yawn, almost instantaneously, darkness succumbs me.

POW!

My eyes shoot open and my back ascends from the hot sheets immediately. I’m puffing out shaky, uneasy breaths that can put the Big Bad Wolf to shame. Looking around the dark bedroom, wide-eyed and majorly discombobulated, my green eyes sought for the undraped window. It looks distinctively eerie at night.

“Relax, Wendy.” A feminine voice coaxes. My head snaps at the sound. “It was a firecracker.” My older sister Valerie assures from the luxury of her queen sized bed.

And then it goes off again.

I jump up and begin trembling even harder. Whatever that noise was, it sounded so near as if it was from right next door but instead of festive, colorful, flurries into the air—I picture them as stray bullets that’ll probably fly through the window and kill my sister and I.

“Are you sure?” I try to cover up my visible nerves.

“I’m positive. Go back to sleep.” She tiredly drawls. I shake my head in disbelief.

“But w-why would they do that? What’s the occasion?”

“We’re in the suburban. You’ve seen how it is here. It’s perfect. And besides, isn’t the World Cup on? Patriotism. I’m sure Connor’s not the only person throwing a party.” Grimly, I nod in satisfaction and lay back down in bed anxiously, although I’m not thoroughly bought. In spite of staying still as a statue, my mind is racing with pessimistic thoughts.

I wish that I had put the curtains up. Maybe I should have listened to my mom after all and unpacked more with Val.

Lying on my hip nimbly, I get the ghostly feeling that someone’s watching me. Sweat dares to drench from my palm but I plead it not to move. I can feel their stare burn into my back right through the glass, besotted with the thought of my vulnerability. It’s unsettlingly silent now. My pulse is beating in my ears, blocking out all nonexistent sounds with the exception of my ragged breathing.

Maybe if I don’t move, they’ll leave...or maybe I’m just paranoid.

I’m probably being ridiculous. I know that I am, it’s kind of my specialty. I should just chill out and go to sleep already. Turning on my side with a deep sigh, I see a man—or more so fittingly, a man’s silhouette at my window frame. As quickly as I see him, he vanishes. I gasp.

“Valerie!” I shriek.

“What? What? Are you okay?” She skyrockets like a cat, frantically searching around with her terribly sleepy eyes.

“There was someone at the window!”

“Are you sure?”

“I-I think I saw someone!” She quickly ascends from her bed and looks out feverishly. Rubbing her eyelets, she seeks in all directions possible, even waiting for a time span of two militia minutes.

“Did you see their face?” Val questions.

“N-No. It’s too dark. It w-was a man.” She pauses for a second and looks down at the ground pensively.

“Well, I don’t see anyone.”

“I cou—I-I-I…”

“Are you positive that you saw someone? I don’t see anything back here.” The lack of conviction she has in me withers even further away.

“N-No. I-I-I thou—”

“Shh.” She hushes before crawling back into bed without saying a word. Excruciating electric shocks travel up my toes until they explode throughout my entire body in a flurry of unexplainable fear. I can't move and suppressing my panic seems to make matters worse. Soon, I painfully stiffen completely until the stiffness I feel outwardly replicates inwardly and I become stone all together.

With one last petrified blink, I can almost swear that I hear dissonant sirens in the background.

Answer 2

Cookie reward?

Answer 3

yes do you want the cookie? o.o

Answer 4

@Conqueror

Answer 5

@maguihajji @makayla_finkbeiner_

Answer 6

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Answer 7

i read the story can i have a medal?

Answer 8

This is pretty good. Just too many adjectives + descriptions and not enough action. Overall, fabulous!