NYC Short Stories

These are just a bunch of short stories I come up with. They will all be connected in some way, so make sure to pay attention!


1. Short Story One

            No one knew that New York City was in for an extreme winter storm. We were all huddled inside on this particular Christmas, 2020. It was already five degrees Fahrenheit outside, and on this day I prayed for the homeless out on the street. A shelter is one thing to be thankful for, but when you have everything you need and want, you don’t notice how much you have. Of course, since we live in NYC, our apartment is small, but we still can afford everything. The news was reporting on the usual topics like the shooting downtown, the drop in temperature, and the protests that were still going on. I watched as my little brother excitedly opened up his last gift and showed it to everyone, receiving “oohs” and “ahs” at his new train. My older brother was sitting and playing on his new PS4 that he was just dying to get for months. This Christmas, I really wanted a puppy because I get really lonely at home when I come back from school, and they are just so cute. I got the next best thing though, a new phone! 

            Today was going just perfect until my dad turned the news on again and we sat there watching a man standing right in Central Park. “Hello and I’m here with your daily weather report!” the reporter said. “It is looking like it might start snowing later today. Wait, hold up.” Another guy ran up to the reporter looking a bit frightened and whispered something in the reporter’s ear. “I have just been informed that a blizzard is going to come through later tonight. It could get up to a high record of fifteen feet so we advise that you stay inside at all costs. Make sure you have enough food to last you for the next few days. Now back to Good Morning America.”

            After that message, it seemed like the whole city went crazy. My dad put his winter coat on and ran out the door so he could get to the market in time.

            “Honey. Make sure to pick up a few blankets while you’re there!” My mom yelled as she ran around the house, plugging in all of our devices. “We need to make sure our phones are charged so we can call someone if we are in an emergency.”

            “Can I go with Dad to help him out?” I asked because I had nothing better to do and it sounded like an adventure.

           “Yeah sure. Just bring your phone!”

           After about thirty minutes of driving through all of the traffic, we finally got to the market which then took us another ten minutes to get inside. Everyone was acting like this was a zombie apocalypse or something, almost like the people I have seen on The Walking Dead. There were people grabbing food from other people’s carts when the food on the shelves got scarce, and there were people arguing over who should get the last box of Oreos or who should get the last chocolate bar. While all of that conundrum went on, my dad and I walked to the fruit and vegetable department to pick up some more apples, berries, and bananas.

            “Let’s get a snow cone machine!” my dad yelled as he laughed at his own joke. I laughed a little too, but it wasn’t because of the joke.

             I don’t understand how someone can make anything happy when it really wasn’t. That is just my dad I guess.

            “Ehh. Let’s just stick to the ice cream!” I said as we ran towards the frozen section. No one was there and I guess that would be because of the cold weather, but my family can eat ice cream any day. We got five tubs of ice cream, one for each of us, and then ran to get some other groceries before our adventure back home.


             “Wow! This Christmas is really a winter wonderland!” my dad said as his bright blue eyes admired the snow that started falling from the sky which was disguised as a gray blanket. The traffic got even worse. We were sitting there for at least an hour and we were still about thirty minutes away from home. I could still see the market’s sign and the crowd of people fighting to get in, which looked as bad as New Year’s Eve when the ball drops. “Hopefully the ice cream doesn’t melt,” my dad sighed, as the snow started to pick up speed.

              “In this zero degrees weather, I don’t think anything can melt!” I shivered as I reached to turn the heat up.

               Ring… Ring! It was my mom calling me, of course. “Where are you? Are you guys ok?” my mom asked almost too fast for me to even understand her.

               “Slow down mom! We are fine, there is just really bad traffic,” I explained.

               “Ok, but stay safe and get home as fast as you can! The radio says it might get as bad as twenty feet now!” my mom said worriedly.

               “It’s ok! We will get home. See you,” I said as I hung up the phone. “Apparently, we might get twenty feet of snow!” I sighed at the thought of not being able to get out of our apartment complex since we were on one of the lower floors.

               “How are your grades? Are they staying up?” my dad asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

                I thought maybe he would leave me alone for once, but I guess I was wrong. Sometimes I wish he wasn’t my dad. He always stands over my shoulder and with one mess up, he snaps. “My grades are all still above a ninety-seven. Well, other than my math grade, but that will go up by the end of next week,” I said, a little frightened at what his response would be.

               “You’d better because anything below a ninety-eight is not exceptional for you,” he said, moving his eyes off the road to look at me sternly. I nodded my head slowly and looked down at my phone. I’m not really sure what was wrong with him, but he has been like this ever since the beginning of elementary school.

                 We were finally moving a little and I wasn’t in the mood for talking so I turned on the radio so we could get the details on what was happening. “People need to get off the roads, Jim,” one of the commentators said to another.

                 “I agree. The roads are becoming icy and dangerous. Try to get out of the streets as soon as you…” Jim said but was cut off by the screech of the two cars in front of us. Dad slammed his foot on the brake as we watched the two cars collide in the middle of the road. We had just stopped in time and barely crashed into the car before us. My dad and I were ok, other than my arm was hurting really bad, but I just dismissed it as unimportant for now. I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened my car door, and climbed out of the car, making sure to view the surroundings so we wouldn’t step on any broken glass.

                 “Are you guys ok?” my dad yelled out to the moving figures inside the completely totaled cars.

                  A man pulled out what looked to be his wife, and cradled her in his arms. “She has a large cut on her arm!” the elderly man said. “We need an ambulance!”

                  My dad pulled out his phone and called 911. “There is an ambulance coming for you guys,” he said.

                  I took in the image in front of me; the pure white ground was now stained with red that just kept on growing. It was now snowing faster than it was before, and the wind was howling in my ears. I walked to the other car to see if they were all ok while my dad stayed back to look over the couple. There was a woman sitting about five feet away from the wreck with three children surrounding her.

                 “Is everything ok?” I asked, trying to make out where I knew them from. Then it hit me that they were the family that fought with my dad to get out of the shopping center. If it was my dad who had won, this could have been us.

                 “We are fine. How are the other people?” The woman asked as she let her youngest child climb onto her lap.

                 “They are going to be fine. There is an ambulance coming for you all to check out your injuries,” I informed them. She nodded and I turned back to walk to my dad.

                When the ambulance came, we were told to take shelter somewhere, since our car wouldn’t start. So, we walked through the three-foot snow to get to the nearest shop. It was only when the ambulance took off, meaning our only means of transportation was gone and we were left on an abandoned street, that we realized all of the shops were closed too. The journey back home was probably going to take about thirty minutes, at the least, so we started walking. I called my mom to tell her and she was really upset but I ensured her of our safety. I turned off my phone, since it was only at ten percent, to save it from dying. We wrapped ourselves in our coats and hummed Christmas tunes while trudging through the piles of snow. 


                    The snow started to really pick up, it was unbearably cold, and I was pretty sure I was starting to get frostbite. “How much longer?” I asked as my teeth chattered and the cold was permeating under my feet.

                   “Just about twenty more minutes,” my dad answered while looking at his phone. These past fifteen minutes have already felt like a whole day, so I wonder how long twenty minutes will feel like. All we could see in front of us was a porcelain sheet of snow, covering the whole ground, and buildings sticking out of nowhere. The height of the snow looked like it had increased by at least three feet or more during the last hour and the wind wasn’t helping with that. The snow was pushed up against buildings, blocking the doors and the windows on the first floor. If we get to the apartment, we might not even be able to get in.

                   “When we get home, Leah, I want you to go straight to writing your extra credit essay for language arts. It will help with your score,” my dad said, which almost sounded like he was trying to make me feel better when this was not the time.

                   “We are in a crisis right now, Dad. I have a whole week to complete it. This is not the time to be talking about school!” I said trying to stay focused on the almost impossible task.

                   “Leah! Don’t talk to me like that. I am just trying to help you!” he yelled.

                   I was really angry and this cold just made me even more irritated. Why, of all people, am I stuck with my dad? “Fine! I wish you weren’t even my dad!” I yelled in anger. I stormed off leaving my dad behind a couple of feet.  

                  “Ahhhh…” the scream of my dad startled me, and I turned around to see no one.

                  “Dad? Dad?” I clamored. “This isn’t funny!” I ran over to where he last was and there was a hole in the snow. I pulled out my phone to call someone, anyone, but when I turned it on it died, of course, and I was left with no choice but to dig. “Dad!” Could he be down there? Did he sink? All of these questions swarmed through my head as I dug for him.

                   My hands were freezing and becoming numb. I could barely feel my fingers. The chill from the snow and the air were causing my pale skin to turn blue. His hand popped out of the snow and I grabbed it. With him kicking and trying to dig himself out and my strength from softball, we were able to get him out safely. I couldn’t help myself and I started crying. “Dad! I don’t know what I would do if you died.”

                    He was trying to catch his breath while hugging me, so it took him a while to answer. “I’m sorry for being so pushy,” he started to say but I cut him off.

                    “I am sorry that I snapped. I love you!” I said. If he were to die down there, the last words he heard from me would have been out of anger instead of love.


                     We walked for another ten minutes until we saw our apartment complex, which was luckily not covered in too much snow. When we got to the door, we had to dig our way through the snow, and the door ended up being frozen shut which locked us out of the warmth and comfort of the lobby. Someone saw us and quickly defrosted the ice lock with a heater so we could walk in. I was drenched, probably frostbitten, and cold. I could tell by how my dad looked, he was too. The snow melted as we made our way upstairs and the water that was dripping from my hair made me even colder.

                      My dad turned to me and smiled. We opened the door and yelled “We’re home!” in unison. My mother was weeping, probably cause we couldn’t call her and my brothers ran up to us. We shared a family hug and then sat down near the heater with towels and cookies. We told them of our adventures outside in the blizzard and they told us about what we missed here, which wasn’t much. My dad and I looked at each other one more time before going to bed. This Christmas might have been dangerous, but we really were impacted by it.


                      It had been a whole week and we were taking down our tree. It was the last day of Christmas break and my dad never said a single word about my grades or the essay. We spent a lot of time together, the whole family, after the blizzard. I was looking at the ornaments until one caught my eye. My dad got me a snowflake ornament last Christmas and it had a new meaning to me now. These snowflakes could have changed our lives for the worse, but instead, they made us come closer together as a family.

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