How To Write A Short Story Revealed: A Narrative Fiction

"I'm sorry," Randy continued. "I only wanted to scare them." Just then, Randy had put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger.

***

The morning after, Jeff woke up in the hospital with a bandage wrapped around his head, covering the large scar that was given to him by Randy. He heard a woman sobbing and it sounded quite familiar. He heard those cries before, but not since his grandmother had died. He looked over to his left to see his mother being consoled by his father. She rushed to him, holding him tightly when she noticed he had awoken. "He's gone," She cried. "Liu is gone."

Though he wasn't quite aware as to what was happening after he was struck by Randy, he knew that Liu had died. Not because, of his mother, but because he could

"He keeps watching me."

"Jeff, that isn't funny. You're scaring me, now you need to sleep."

"I can't sleep, Ma. He keeps watching me. It scares me."

"Okay, let me check on your father," she said. "Just stay right there."

"He's asleep, Ma. Nothing can hurt him now." Jeff moved closer to his mother, one hand behind his back. As he got closer into the light of the bathroom, his mother noticed the dripping blood from behind him. She thought about the scream that she had heard and then instantly, like a loving wife would, she ran into her bedroom to check on her husband. Jeff followed her, the blood still dripping from the knife.

"What did you do?" She cried, holding her lifeless husband who lay in sheets of blood on the bed. "What the hell have you done?"

"I freed him, Ma," he explained. "He's sleeping now, with Liu." Jeff moved in closer.

"Jeff, please," his mother cried. "Put the knife down, Honey."

"I can't Ma. I have to free you. I have to free the entire world of this madness."

"Jeff, that isn't the way. Please, put down the knife."

"It isn't so bad, Ma. You won't have to work so hard anymore and you can finally sleep. You can sleep forever, Ma. Do you not want

"I guess I can give you a little more time," he said, walking toward the door. "I have to go now, Ma. But, I'll come back for you. You can't live in this mad world for too long." Jeff walked out of the room and out of the home, running off into the town that would soon drown in terror.

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The blood is now surrounding him as he tries swimming back up to the surface. Just behind him, the corpses of his victims are grabbing at his ankles, trying to pull him back down. "Come sleep with us," their muffled voices yell. "Come sleep forever."

Jeff awakens from the nightmare, on the rooftop of the abandoned building and looks around for Hailey who is no longer there. He sometimes forget that the Hailey he talks to on a daily basis is not real, despite her pale skin and the bullet hole on the side of her head. Sometimes when he'd see Liu, he'd forget as well. Just last night, he had an hour long conversation with him at the lake; they were speaking of their childhood memories as they were skipping rocks. He even gets visits from Randy from time to time, only at the moments before he'd hunt his next