Short Stories…

Just thought I'd write a couple of short stories and see what people say…


Story one.

"I told you. Go AWAY." Alison slammed her mobile down on the surface. Never before had she been tormented like this.

Someone from her school was tormenting her, someone Alison hated with a deep passion.

Eleanor Fletcher

Eleanor was a little…words could not begin to describe how terrible she was.

Nobody liked her. She wasn't your typical horrible, but popular, cheerleader who all the guys fancied.

Yeah, she was pretty.
Yeah, she was a cheerleader.
But, boy, did everyone hate her.

She had one, and only one, friend. That girl was only her 'friend' because she was scared of Eleanor.

She was, in Alisons words, 'A waste of space.'

But, enough about Eleanor Fletcher. She isn't even worth thinking about.

"Did you say something, sweetie?" Alison's mom called out.

"No!" She shouted back, trying to ignore the anger bubbling up in her chest.

Alison couldn't take it anymore.

"Back in a minute, mom!"

"Wait! Where are y-" The door slammed shut. "going…"

'When WILL she learn?' Alisons mother though to herself. Smiling gently, she shook her head and carried on with the ironing.

Alison strode over to Eleanors house, and banged on the door.

"Open up, Eleanor...I said, OPEN UP!" Oh, that felt good, releasing some of her anger at last.

"Okay, okay, gosh, calm down? What do you want? Eleanor finally opened the door.

"Do you fancy a little walk?" Alison asked, a sickly sweet smile on her face.

Eleanor stepped out onto the sidewalk, and they began to cross the road.

"What's your problem, Eleanor?" Alison asked honestly. "You are constantly annoying someone. It doesn't matter who it is, it just has to be someone."

Everything about Eleanor was irritating; Alison was using every single bit of self control to not hit her.

"Yeah, well what about you?" Eleanor stopped dead in the road, forcing Alison to do the same. "I mean, look at you, are you meant to be a barbie doll or something?" Eleanor smirked. "With that blonde hair and skinny legs. Wow girl, you sure got the guys going. Oh wait, sorry, I forgot. You've only had one boyfriend. How sad. I just guess your not good with words." Eleanor laughed cruelly.

"You really need to sort your life out, Eleanor." Alison hissed. "You don't know when it's going to end; make the most of it."

Just as she turned around, Alison heard a car horn and sprinted out of the way.

There was a single scream, then silence.

Shaken, Alison slowly turned around.

And, in absolute horror, realised Eleanor was dead.

She could never survive that. Her arms and legs were twisted at angles that were not human. There was blood everywhere, and her eyes were open, but they were not seeing.

Then, the world went black in Alisons eyes.

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I know it wasn't very good: this is the first short story I have ever done, I didn't really know what to do! Please be honest, but don't be mean, thanks guys!

-Swag