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.

The Elark lunged for him again, grabbing his amulet and trying to rip it off of his neck, Phoenix raised an arm and swung, catching the creature on the side of his face, a small cut on the Larks cheek began to bleed profusely where Phoenix’s ring had struck him. He roared in pain and staggered backwards, Nix tried to take the moment to feel for his phone that had been lost in the scuffle. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled across the floor, shards of broken glass sticking into his palms. It was impossible to see through the smoke and rubble, he was trying to concentrate all of his energy into his hands but he couldn’t seem to make a spark. He didn’t want to yell because if there were more Larks nearby it would only draw them in, he was by himself.

AOne of them, in my own home. And none the better my daughter had brought it in. One of the disgusting monsters that dare show its face here after the evil it had done so many years ago. He nervously walked in trying to look kind but I could see the hate in his eyes. This British man stood tall but I could see he was weak and afraid. I glanced from my traitor daughter, the stranger and finally at my pristine house where these two looked so out of place. My medals gleam brightly on the wall, Kumiko knows the pain I suffered for those and for Japan but this Jonathan does not.

“I’m sorry buddy, but you do.” replied the conscience-stricken mother, “Why don’t you want to go?”

“I mean, I shouted on you in the morning. I did not mean to hurt you. It was just….” She could not finish her words

I’ve never been badly injured before. I guess i’m just really lucky because I hate going to hospitals. Since my Grandpa worked at the hospital and was really close with the people there, I always used to go with him and I never enjoyed going. Not even once! In horror movies, there are scenes where people are running down old, dusty halls with the lights flickering in the hospital. See, that’s one reason why I hate them. Another reason is when I smashed my finger in a door. Of course, I knew the doctor was joking, but when he said that he was going to have to amputate my finger, I sort of freaked out. I just don’t like them.

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.

It was a dewy, foggy morning in the citadel. I could hear the birds chirping their beautiful songs in the distance

“I’m home”, my brother called out when I heard our front door slam shut. “Daniel's with me too!”, he added. Wait a minute, I’ve never heard of anyone named Daniel so, I quickly sat up and waited for them to come upstairs since, I know that they gonna go to my brother’s room. I suddenly hear two pairs of feet thundering upstairs and the next thing I know, my room door suddenly slams open and I see a guy in the doorway, with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and a perfect jawline. I suddenly feel self-conscious because I was wearing a hoodie with sweats on and, my hair was in a messy bun since I had slept all day. He suddenly looks really embarrassed and he mutters something like, “sorry, I thought this was your brother’s room”. I thought that he would have a lower voice like my brother’s but he had such a high-pitched voice. I then hear my brother’s voice, “Dude, wrong room, that's my sister's room. He then said “bye!” really quick and practically sprinted out of my room After he left, I heard him ask my brother “ you have a sister???, how come you never told me, I ran in there like a complete idiot and my face turned so red!” “Dude, it’s fine, she’ll probably forget it happened anyway.” my brother replied, but I didn’t.

“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.

I was thinking that the world wouldn’t stop giving me more bad luck. It all started that afternoon when I was trying to sell magazine subscriptions for school. It was after school and before dinner, so I was hot and hungry. I had a hard time getting anyone to even look at a magazine. Little did I know that things could get much worse.

“Ok, talk to you soon” Kohen said and switched off the comm. Kohen sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands looking out the portal pondering the events of the last several years when he jumped at the sound of Bergess’ voice behind him.

The last number seventy-three bus for the night had dropped off its last three passengers on the opposite side of the road next to the betting office. The bus rumbled towards the turning circle, leaving the departed passengers wobbling inside the dilapidated bus shelter.

I had been up an hour previous to when she walked in and tried to get a couple more minutes of sleep. Though I tried my hardest to close my eyes, the sounds of snoring from the other side of the room kept me wide awake.

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.