Hey guys! First of all, sorry I haven't made a set in forever! This was a quick set :D
I've decided to post my short story that I made for english class. The story is based off a dream I've had (or rather a nightmare haha), but it is FICTIONAL.* Tell me what you think in the comments below please :)
Also, do you think I should post more short stories? Comment or message me, thanks!
I’m strolling along the sidewalk at Rittenhouse square, in almost pitch dark. The only light seen is that of the streetlights stationed next to every bench which are placed carefully on the sidewalk. I had needed to get out of my house, which was two blocks away. My mind flashed back to the memory I had where my dad and I had gotten into another huge fight. There’s a strong gust of wind, and within seconds goose bumps form on my forearms and legs. Snapping out of my flashback, I glance around the park, and take a look at the scenery. I spot a man sitting on a bench not much farther than 100 feet away. He’s wearing a gray wool jacket with what looks to be white gloves. While checking him out, it suddenly dawns on me that he’s staring at me as well, with a blank expression. I finish looking around the park, and decide that we’re the only two people there. Sensing that something isn’t right with this picture, I turn on my heel and start speed walking towards the nearest bus stop, in hopes that there’s a bus scheduled to arrive soon. I didn’t walk fifteen steps before the man jumped me, and he put a knife near my throat and whispered, “If you try and run away, I’ll slit your throat.”
Now all that could be heard was the sounds of birds fluttering their wings and flying about the park minding careful to mind their own business. The man didn’t wait for me to agree not to scream, and I figured he merely thought that if I were to scream, I’d have had fair warning as to what would happen to me. He led me away from the park, along the grass towards the street. The road was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the traffic light, which was a little ways down the street. We stopped walking abruptly, and I stood widening my eyes in hopes of spotting anything that might bring me a miracle. That’s when I saw the car. An unmarked white van came rolling down the street and halted a few feet in front of us. The side door to the car was instantly thrown open from the inside, and out come two men who looked to be around the same age as the guy holding me hostage. After acknowledging each other, the two men came to help the man with the knife toss me into the van. In that moment, I thought to myself “this car wasn’t going to be the miracle I had been searching desperately for.”
Once I was in the van, the man who had previously held the knife opened the driver’s door to the car and sat down. The other two men sat on the floor behind the driver and passenger seat section. I stood with my face and palms pressed against the glass window in the back of the van. Feeling rather nauseous, I begin preparing myself to sit down, when I see a street sign. According to the street sign, we were one block from my neighborhood. Just then I feel the car take a sharp turn, and now I know we’re in my neighborhood because I start to see familiar houses pass by me in the window view. The cars speed has slowed down now, because we’re in a neighborhood, and because of this I get to see my house for what feels like a minute. What happened next played out as if it were all slow motion. On the driveway of my house, I see my dad standing looking rather anxious. We make eye contact as the van slowly glides by my house, and I’m silently pleading him to come help me. My dad gives me a wicked smile as if to say “you deserve whatever happens to you. I’m glad you’re somebody else’s problem now,” and then turns around and walks back into the house. I loose sight of my house as the car rounds a corner to another neighborhood. Tears forming in my eyes, I sink down to the floor of the van, as if announcing my surrender to the men, and embracing the destiny that lies before me with grace.