A Creative Story : A Short Story

"Where the fuck are we going, the border's West." The hulking six-foot three, heavily tattooed Latino removed a ham-size first from the steering wheel and glared at the man in the passenger seat.

There I was in an alley hiding from some of Spikes goons that were out to kill.

In this passage there are many symbols that show how Lily has many sides to herself and how a simple chain can mean a future with someone she would have never expected. “I promise. He lifted the chain with his dog tag from around his neck and lowered it over my head. So you won’t forget, okay? The silver rectangle dropped down under my shirt where it dangled cold between my breasts. Zachary Lincoln Taylor, resting there, along my heart”( Kidd 231). The predominant symbol in the passage was the chain. It represented the love there is between Zach and Lily. That one day he will come back for her. Throughout the passage it was unsure whether they were going to pursue the relationship or not. They kissed in the beginning of the passage, but ultimately they decided not to pursue at the moment because of the prejudice they would receive by being together. “Water can be so shiny in the dark. We stood on the bank and watched the moving pockets of light, letting the water sounds swell up around us. We were still holding hands, and I felt his fingers tighten around mine”(Kidd 229). The water is a symbol for the different feelings Lily has inside. For example, she talks about how she loves the river, how she wants to swim and suck on river stones. However, there was that one incident where at the pond, boys held her down and hooked a fish stringer to her neck. She also saw May die in the river, which was a horrific scene. The incidents that happen to her whenever she is near the water

Despite being told not to worry Yumichika still did and it was that worry that drove him to seek out Naoko. She had been absent all morning though he had caught feel of her reiatsu so he knew she wasn’t too far and in no danger. But the idea of her being alone bothered him since the last two occasion she had been alone she had almost been kidnapped or brought back with burnt bleeding hands.

It was a hot Sunday catholic morning, a usual for Spring, Texas, I had my creative imaginative mind and the world to keep me entertained. I was in my preppy Sunday clothes in front of the church waiting for the bells to tell me to come inside. I ran off and played with friends while also feeling an eerie sense of someone or something watching us. We continued to run around until the eventual loud and beautiful chimes of the church bells ring. As my friends and I ran for the church's doors, expecting a usual Sunday, we heard behind us the crackling of a giant beast finally coming down.

It is October 31 st on Tuesday morning at 10:30 A.M as Fernando is getting ready for the day that most kids wait for Halloween, but he starts his day by eating breakfast with his family ,he is the only child .

Nate, a 15 year old boy, was on his way home from school.Once he turned down his dead ended street, he noticed a huge black figure standing in the window of the kitchen. Coming closer to the house, the figure jumped up and disappeared into the air. Nate jumped up off his bike and ran inside. After entering the house it was very quiet , he knew his mother wouldn’t be home any time soon, so, he headed up stairs to see if anyone was up there, he come across nothing. After reconizing he hadn’t seen anything in the window, he went and got an apple down stairs. Once opening the kitchen door he saw all the apples were gone, suprisingly he gave no thought to it and went back up stairs to do his homework. While doing his homework he heard his bedroom door shut, he stood up opened the door and saw a black monkey staring at him.

The silver snowflakes fell from the sky as little 8 year old Lily tromps through the snow in her new pink snowpants. She smiles as her beloved Princess Ariel snow boots gleamed like diamonds on the sleek shining blanket of white. Her teeth started to chatter, as she walked deeper into the woods of her backyard, looking for her siblings to play with. But before she reached them, Lily stopped. The creek, which her brothers and sisters had so often played in, when the sun still beamed it’s scorching wrath in the summer, was now frozen. Lily tested the ice to see if it would hold her weight, and soon realized it was inches thick. She smiled with glee, and slid, laughing with delight on the sleek glass. Then she stooped, and looked at a queer figure feet below her in the ice. It was a baby turtle, who had been frozen solid. She ran home, and told her father, who was a turtle fan himself, the news. At first he was skeptical at little Lily’s claim, but his curiosity won over his unbelief, and he said “We’d better check it out.”

“Are you sure, young one?” his eyes are tired, but smiling. There is something about the way the light shifts in his eyes that intrigues me.

Summer holidays, kids running around happily. Laughing and telling jokes. Then there’s Jason, too lonely to do anything except lie in bed on his phone.

Scampering across the desert floor, a small chubby gila monster named Terrance, Terri for short, sneaks away from his burrow. After several paces the small rock cave looks as miniscule as an ant. Time to adventure. Terri closes his eyes as a wave of heat rushes over his body making him feel sunkist and reborn. “Ah!” he says with joy. Terri loves the sun. Most lizards his age like to stay in their burrows and only awake from their slumber for a meal, but not Terri. Looking around he finds a pile of dirt and flexes his chest with excitement. Using his stubby back legs he begins to kick and cover himself in the substance. swimming in mounds of dirt, he exclaims “dirt, I love you”. You are thin and unlimited and you fly with the birds on a windy day. You're cool to the touch under the moon, but in the day you are the perfect for warmth. You shall be my friend! Dirt friend!” He wiggles around to find the perfect snuggly spot, hearing a soft “ssssssss” noise as the dirt slides off of his scales. The sun begins to melt from the sky, dripping soft yellows and pinks and he watched in awe. All of the sudden, a thunderous voice shook the earth.

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.

It was quiet on the sea that day. Juana sat with her firstborn in her arms, and watched the clear water. The sea was a mirror that day, and as she looked down into the blue she saw her own face staring back. Worry was present in her eyes, as she continued staring down, hoping for a glimpse of anything other than herself. Waves lapped at the canoe, slowly rocking the boat back and forth, causing Coyotito to still in her arms. She glanced down to check the infant was still breathing, simply to satisfy the brief thought in her head that he had stilled forever, before closing her eyes. Her face was set rigid as she sat, wishing for luck from the god’s hands. From God’s hands. Whichever would help her son first.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Emma!” my uncle, Brian, yelled at my cousin Emma, who was 12 years old at the time, as we swerved on the bumpy canal bank.

The fresh image of Lady Hel with her arms wrapped around Thor, and as he struggled, she pierced him with her blade and they disappeared together into the ether of nothingness, leaving behind the cool crisp air.