Short story help please!?

Question

does anyone know a quality site where i can get short stories from? i need ideas for a short story i need to write. it would be good if the site had stories that were like 2 pages

Answer 1

I found this on the net:

As I headed down to the river with Darrell and his friend, I felt a queasiness in my stomach.  It was springtime and the ice on the river was melting quickly.  We wanted to ride our bicycles on the river one last time before the ice was gone.  I was somewhat reluctant to go that day because I thought it might be too late to trust that the ice layer would support three boys and a German Shepard which was owned by Darrell’s friend.

But, as kids, we felt invincible and oblivious to any danger.  We had to cross over the railroad tracks and then traverse a steep twenty foot embankment to get to the river.  Once we got there, it was a beautiful sight.  We could see the rail yard on the other side of the river.  The train engines and cars were dark and murky looking even though it was noon on a bright and sunny day.  The trees added to the mood with their leafless winter pallor.  The white ice layer cut into the dirty brown water for about thirty yards.  On the side we were riding, we could see two railroad trestles in the distance.  We had walked those trestles enumerable times with trepidation and zeal.

But on this day, we were in for another adventure. We had picked a spot where the river made a meandering turn.  This turn allowed the ice on the inward side to remain for a few more days because the current didn’t catch that area as much.  So, we hoped that the ice would be thicker in this area.

We cautiously rolled our bikes onto the ice and then started to maneuver around easily.  The dog scampered onto the ice with us.  He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.  As we made our way around, the ice gave away under our weight enough to emit a low guttural sound somewhat akin to the sound a tree makes as it falls.  We knew to keep pedaling and never to stay in the same spot for long, particularly if the ice moaned at us too much.  

After fooling around for a while, Darrell got the bright idea to attempt a daredevil stunt.  He somehow came up with the idea of attaching a rope and plastic saucer we had brought with us in case of emergency to one of the bikes.  His idea was then to have one of us ride the bike straight for a short distance and then to propel one of us sitting in the saucer around in a circle.  The purpose of this exercise was to see if the person riding the saucer could eventually gain enough momentum to pass the bike; not unlike the sleeve that held the stone which the biblical David propelled at Goliath.

Right off, I knew that I wanted to be the bike guy, not the saucer guy.  Since it was Darrell’s idea, he volunteered to be the saucer guy.  We attached the rope to the bike and to the saucer and Darrell tentatively sat in the saucer.   I struggled to get my momentum going on the icy surface but eventually got going.  I pedaled for approximately twenty yards and then started to travel in a circle of about twenty feet in diameter.  However, as soon as I attempted to move in a circle, the rope snapped and Darrell started careening to the edge of the ice since that was the direction I was moving before I attempted the circle maneuver.

Darrell immediately threw himself out of the saucer to attempt to slow himself down.  However, as he rolled out of the saucer, he collided with the dog which was running along side of him.  Both Darrell and the dog couldn’t stop their momentum and were propelled into the freezing water.

I wish I could say that I immediately jumped off of the bike and ran to their aid.  But, alas, I froze.  I couldn’t speak, let alone move.  Darrell’s friend and I stood and watched as Darrell and the dog thrashed around in the water.  After a few seconds, I came to my senses and realized that the rope had broken at the saucer end, so I quickly untied the rope from the bike and threw one end to Darrell, who was now several feet from the ice’s edge.  Darrell’s friend and I were able to pull Darrell out but we lost the dog.

At least we thought we had lost him.  We heard a bark and saw the dog safely ensconced on the river bank.  To this day, I don’t know how he got back to the bank that quickly.

We hurriedly jumped on our bikes and headed home.  Darrell got back to his house quickly enough to warm himself and suffer no lasting effects from the untimely plunge.  After seeing that Darrell was okay, I headed home also.

As I entered through the kitchen door to my house, my mother said “You’re late for supper.  Go wash your hands.  Did you have fun today?”

I thought, “if only you knew,” but said only, “No, pretty quiet day.”