Question

Excerpts from some new short stories I'm working on

Answer 1

Life's a Misadventure: "Can't you shut up!" I shout at Archer out of anger, storming away from him, rolling my eyes. I don't know why I'm so angry at him today, everyone is just ticking me off. He's ranting about how he is so mad because I always am defensive, but I have a right to be defensive.

"Why should I shut up?" Archer asks calmly, keeping his cool which fuels my frustration and I bubble with anger.

"Because! You're always in my business, like, are you okay? How are you feeling? How are you? Are you okay?" I shout, boiling over and straight up freaking out on him. "Would you like to know how I am?" I shout, shoving him a bit, and it doesn't break him.

"Back off Short Stuff, you'll just get hurt," He smiles softly, towering over me as he sits against the wall. Tears of embarrassment well up in my eyes, mixed with frustration and how bad my hand hurts from where I hit him.

Answer 2

The Wasteland: I walk into the dark gate, looking around, the truck pulling away quickly. "B...But where am I?" I look around, twisting on the ring my mother gave me for my sixteenth birthday. I hear explosions all around me, pops of gunshots as well, and I hide behind a tree in terror. "N..No no no. This must be a mistake. I don't belong here!" I shout over the gunshots, and I begin to hear a presence behind me.

"If you're here, you're a bad person," the voice growls, and I can hear that it is male. I turn around, seeing a man with black shaggy hair, who didn't even look like a man, more like a young adult. His smirk that appears shocks me and I fall back, scooting back.

"W..Who a..are you?" My voice quivers with tears of confusion in my eyes, wiping them with the sleeves of my baby pink sweater.

"Ugh, can't you quit the act?" He asks out of annoyance. "And the name is Adam, come on and get up," He says, without My conformation, he pulls me up.

"Hey, Hey stop!" I pull away, and he barely flinches, not letting go of me. "C'mon Helena," he jerks me.
"H..H..How do you know my name?" I ask, bewildered by by the use of my first name. He simply rolls his eyes, which is really starting to annoy me.

"I'm a guide for other psychos like me, I know everyone," I noticed that he emphasized the word everyone, and a fiery red flush comes to my face.

"I'm not a psycho!" I shout in his face, and then I notice that the shooting has stopped, and I had more tears streaming down my face, smudging my mascara and eye makeup.

He takes his hand off of me. "You really are a little Softie aren't you?" He smiles, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me towards him. I nod simply and he begins to walk, walking through the gate. "It did mention you could have been a Softie," he trails off, and I don't really pay attention as we walk into the wasteland.
(This is one that isn't too good, and will probably become just on a for her hiatus

Answer 3

tldr, but "into the like of pillows"?

Answer 4

@bananas eeek I gots to fix that

Answer 5

"I feel like puking up glitter..." Emmy whines, as she is surrounded by Skittles wrappers, doubling over about to throw up.

"Now hon, why did you eat all of those?" Dani asks her gently, picking up her chin. Emmy blushes at this action, burying her head in her pink blanket as a sign of her shyness. "You know they will make you sick dolly, why do you eat so many?"

"Becauseeeeeeee! They're super good and yummy and I just want to keep eating them and eating them until," She trails off softly her bright blonde hair in pony tails, swishing each time she speaks or nods her head.

"Why must you be so childish?" Dani asks the smaller girl, towering over her at 5'11, her being 4'0 exact. Dani finds it secretly kinda cute, but she'll never admit it because it kinda creeps her out that she thinks it's cute.

"I can be childish if I want. You won't stop me," Emmy responds sassily as she restarts the movie she was watching before and she lays back into the pile of pillows.