A Creative Story : A Short Story

Lord Fox laughed as he hugged the child close. 'Have you thought about any names for him, Aunt Eliza?'

Hundreds of passengers passed through each day, baggage in hand aggressively arguing their innocence. He dealt with them strictly. His angled nose, stiff facial features and intimidating nature fit perfectly with the intense atmosphere of the customs and quarantine unit.

“Sango, Toll Gate, Pleasure, Ile Epo! Sango, Toll Gate, Pleasure, Ile Epo!” the conductor screamed as he walked towards Toyosi, his right hand stretched out, shoulder slouched. She squeezed her face and eyed him, his white singlet stained with black and brown spots and streaks. His fingers were dark with engine oil and dirt stains, his fingernails half eaten. He pulled up his shorts to his waist but it immediately started falling off again. His singlet, rolled up slightly over his belly, revealed his dark midriff and his even darker, loose boxer shorts; they too were almost falling off. He stretched out his right hand again as he approached Toyosi, as if he wanted to help with the bag she was carrying but she tried to avoid him, swerving and throwing her face away. She wasn’t about to let him contaminate her goods.

“Look here young lady. I’m the adult here and what I say is true. Go home and don’t say another word about this or you can say goodbye to your grandmother’s bakery.”, said Albert.

It was a cold New Year’s Eve night, as I stumble down the lonely streets with my almost empty bottle of champagne. Slurring my words, vision blurred, and constantly losing my train of thought. I hear a loud BANG! The bottle falls to the ground and shatters on the sidewalk. I jumped, but then I realized it was the fireworks. It was a new year, and I am a new man. My wife, Margaret had left me, and took the kids with her. I don’t blame her for what she did, I blame myself. At this point the only thing I have left on this earth is me. On the bright side, I am now 25, my birthday was about an hour ago. Then I hear another loud bang noise, but this time it was a lot closer. As I turn to investigate a, black hood is thrown over my head and covers my blurry vision. I am thrown into a metal like floor, and then hear an accelerator as I slide and hit a metal door. I feel a small prick in my neck and am out like a light.

After what seemed like a gunshot, it started with a loud bang and a brilliant flash of yellow light. A powerful shockwave had smashed its way into the hotel, decimating it, and leaving no survivors. The people in the hotel were instantly reduced to their most basic forms, blown away as microscopic carbon molecules.

As soon as the cry was made audible, the boy enabled his legs to take full control of him, and at once charged into the thick forest, towards direction of the cry. He zipped past numerous trees, some of which he’d never seen before, consequently leading to an apprehensive mind that distributed lies. He disposed of them continuously in order to keep up his momentum. At once there was another, more distressed wail that flooded the boy’s ears, and he felt a strange sensation start to rush through his body. His legs picked up speed, as the rough fingers of his hand curled into wrathful fists. The once abundant amount of trees slowly decreased, creating a clear path ahead, allowing the rich and tall grass to come into view.

He pounded his fist against the wooden door impatiently, as his knuckles turned white and the pain stung his fingers, yet no response was heard from the other side. For a man who never shut up, Jimin was suspiciously quiet. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Selison opens his eyes and sees a vast expanse of trees surrounding him. They reach beyond his sight and despite no trace of sunlight, the forest is exceptionally well lit. It is silent, though. There are no calls or screeches from any animals. The trees don’t sway and no insects crawl on the dirt beneath his feet. All around him is a silent, endless forest. With a deep breath, Selison reaches back for Deomacht. He gasps softly when it isn’t on his back.

“It’s been decided,” Taylor hissed with a clenched jaw, “Now hurry up, we’re almost inside.”

They had been together for twenty-five years. He remembered the day he had first seen her. A beautiful young girl, with strawberry blonde hair that flowed down her back in waves. Freckles spotted her face and brought out the hazel in her eyes. A soft white skirt that swished when she moved. She was gorgeous, sitting among the flowers while the other girls played and danced with each other. She sat, staring at the clouds. He had been to nervous to speak to her, so he turned in the opposite direction, tripped, and fell in a puddle of mud. When he looked up, the other children were laughing at him, but she hadn't even noticed.

"Alex hurry up before we leave you behind," yelled dad. "I'm coming," I said picking up my guitar and violin. I ran down the stairs stopping by the door to look around one last time. My dad had just gotten a job promotion that required us to move, so we're leaving our small town in Ferndale Florida, to the big Apple New York. I picked up my box of songs and poems, that I didn't realize I put down, and put them in the trunk. I then picked up my kitten Louis, and got in the car. "How long is the drive," my little sister Lyssa asked. "About five hours," mom answered. "Great my butt will be numb in a matter of one hour," I groaned. "Will my piano be there by time we get there mom," I asked. "Of course, we all know how crazy you'd be if you didn't have your instruments to play," mom replied. "That’s true, I'd go insane if I didn't have my babies with me," I said. After that everything went to being quiet, but the music playing in the background. About two and a half hours later, mom turned to us and asked “Do the two of you want to stop at Zaxby's for lunch?” “Sure that's cool,” we both replied. With that said, everything was once again quite, except for the sound of rumbling stomachs.

There once was a shark named jerald he was one of the last remaining megalodons on the planet he was mid age and about 40 feet long and very very dangerous.he was the king of the sea and not even the eldest of sharks opposed him for if they did he would kill them.But unnoticed by him the sea level was dropping and humans where to blame.It was the middle of the day and jearld had just finished lunch a blue whale.HE went up to his favorite sun bathing spot a coral reef about 10 feet below the surface.But when he got there he was shocked by what he saw part of the reef was poking out of the water and only then did he realize that the water level was dropping.He knew he had to do something so he came up with a plan he would travel upland and find whoever was responsible and kill them.So he set of to do just that it was late next evening when jearld arrive at the shore of new york he was lucky a major flood had just passed through and.The water was just high enough to support him.

Jack had never really been a kid to be overly concerned about anything other than getting an equal amount of ice cream for desert as his big sister.

The sun beamed down onto the backs of the workers, the heat of the dirt enough to scorch the bare soles of their feet. For some, it was the only thing keeping them from collapsing. They focused on the heat of their skin, the beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads on by one, and the radiant feeling of the sun itself to get through the day, but that doesn’t erase the fact that it was miserable. Every body on the field moved in unison, men and children alike. Their bodies dragged towards the dirt as if they hoped it would envelop them.