So I didn't post anything yesterday because there really wasn't much to say, don't worry I hope to actually do some things in these coming weekends so I'll have something to discuss. But this weekend? In one word...boring.
My weekend consisted of a lot of tv watching, some reading, very little writing and just hanging out with my family. My parents and sister and my dogs. I did homework too. I think the most exciting part was doing my math homework Friday afternoon...and getting a 100% on it. For those of you that don't know I suck at math. Anyways its due today (Sunday) but I did it Friday! Yay!
Now because there's nothing else for me to say, and whatever is going through my thought process will stay there for a little while longer, don't worry I'm sure I'll soon blog about my thoughts, I decided to work on my writing skills a bit. And start a short story. I think I'll make it an ongoing thing, whenever I don't have anything in particular to discuss or say but I want to blog, I'll continue the short story, and if there are any of you that actually follow my blog I'll always maybe include a short summary of the previous installment and then you can just flow right in. Now for an idea of a short story...hmm... Well. It is October! How about a short scary story! I've never really done one before but here goes nothing:
Zoey stared out the window, the leaves on the trees were falling, they were painted in familiar Fall colors. Some of the prettier ones were the darkest reds. It gave off the image of a bleeding tree. Bleeding...blood. Zoey looked down at her hands. They were all dead because of her.
"Zoey? Continue with your story please." the detective whispered and started writing in his notepad. She slowly turned to look at him, tears filled her eyes.
"They're all dead because of me." she whispered.
"Yes, you've said that already. Will you tell me what happened last night?"
"It was supposed to be the perfect night. My birthday...my 18th birthday. A freshman in college, my first 18+ birthday. My friends and I decided that we would have a scary movie marathon at my house, my parents were supposed to be out of town. It was perfect."
"Who were your friends?" he asked her and she took a moment to remember it all.
"My two best friends, Kallie and Becca and my boyfriend Trevor."
"What happened?" he asked again and looked at his watch, impatient. Zoey was his last case for the night. He interviewed her and then he would be allowed to go home. Zoey had called the police at midnight saying that someone had broken into her house and killed everyone inside. When the police got there they had found her out on the front lawn on her knees sobbing covered in blood and a bloody knife in her hand. She had kept saying "he escaped" over and over again. But the lack of evidence seemed to suggest that she had killed her friends and parents. He had looked over her file she was as normal as could be. Never gotten in trouble, straight A student, there seemed to be no reason for her to have suddenly gone crazy and killed them.
Zoey looked out the window again. The sun was setting. And 24 hours before with the sun setting it all began...
The doorbell rang and Zoey ran down the stairs to answer it. Trevor had been fast. He had called her ten minutes ago telling her that he and the girls were waiting for the pizza and then they would go to her house. She smiled, she was so happy.
"That was fast!" she exclaimed as she opened the door. Something came flying and landed at her feet. She looked down and screamed. A dead cat was on her doorstep. She looked around to see who had thrown it. She walked out to her front lawn and looked around the street, no one was around. Her front door slammed closed and she turned around. She walked back inside her house and went to her kitchen.
"Boo!"
To be continued...
Ok a little cheesy. But I'll make it better as it goes. I have the ending planned out already so as long as I can get to it I'll be happy. Any thoughts on the story?
A little cheesy with the last part, but I like where you're going! (:
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