And there you have it. That is the story of how I got on this beanbag. But don’t worry, now that you are all caught up, we can both be surprised by all the action that will hopefully come! After 10 minutes of writing, I decided to explore. I got up and walked around. “Where are you going?” Anna asked. “To explore,” I uttered, “what are you gonna do?” “Stay here,” she replied. “Ok, but if you get scared, I won’t be here to comfort you,” I mentioned. “I don’t need any comfort from you,” Anna
“Of course!” I yelled as I leapt over the glass and onto my bed. I had ran into my bookshelf that held my 30 pound mirror, which was now in pieces all over the floor, my bed and everything else. It wasn’t the first time I had broken a mirror so I wasn’t very surprised. It was just my luck. “How am I going to clean this up?” I ask Meaghan. I facepalm and sigh as loud as possible to show how annoyed I am, but then I realize that there is blood on my hand. I see a cut on my knee, just a scratch, no
Short Stories: Creative writing The dark place Supper was always at six o’clock. Our one meal of the day, the highlight of our day. One stale slice of bread and one small pot of cold rice some suspected wasn’t even rice. A cup of water was also allowed to aid in washing down the miniscule amount of putrid food. Drinking the water thought could cause typhus. Supper was never a sufficient amount of food but it kept us breathing and denied us the energy we needed to attempt or even plan an escape
The wind whooshes, sobbing and embarrassed Yollie runs and runs. Without even lifting her head up to see Yollie rushes through the small park, through Henry Avenue, to the farthest right home. Blood gushing through her feet, knees scraped by branches. She knocks on the door of her small house, she hears footsteps. ¨Hola¨! says Mrs.Moreno before she sees Yollie. Horrified she places a large, hand on Yollie.¨Move it¨ Yollie yells. yelled Yollie pushing Mrs. Moreno aside. She stormed into the
next to the phone and started to pack after asking Annie if she wanted to go with her. The next day they finally arrived at the house and parked their car on the left side of the driveway. “Whoa!” Annie gasped as she looked at their three story mansion. “Hello sweetie we can talk tomorrow, right now we have to leave, your room is on the top floor first room to the right.” Her grandmother said in a rush. “We love you.” Her grandfather said frantically as if he was in a hurry to leave. The
It was 7:00 am on a bright Saturday morning when I finally experienced my worst fear. I was dazed and confused, just a few minutes ago I was with my three best friends and knew what my surroundings were. The only memory I have is leaving my friends house. Everything from then on is lost to my mind. It was dusk, nearly 7 pm when Maddie and her friends finally reached the end of the old abandoned railroad track. It was a Saturday and they planned on having a sleepover that night. It was once a beautiful
“Fine, thank you. Have you found anything new about who murdered my mother?” Marlene asked. “At this point, we have no suspects, but we are talking to the neighbors to see if anyone saw anything last night or this morning. The CSI team took photographs and checked for fingerprints if you need anything out of the house. You will need to wait until they finish.” “Of course, I understand, I’ll let you do your job,” Marlene said, greeting several ladies gathered, before she left. +++ Turning to
“Ma! Hide! Get everyone and get in the wall! The gestapo are just down the road. They’re already at the Williams. Dalia! Adam! In the floor!,” Emilia yelled out of panic as soon as she entered the room. “Marc! Open the wall! Gestapo, down the street!,” Caterina called out to her husband down the corridor. The twins came bounding the stairs. “Where’s Pa?,” Adam panicked. “I’m here, I’m here!,” Marc screeched as he ran into the living room. The rest of the family waited as he opened the secret hideaway
salvation but he still takes off his cap and runs a hand through it; he can’t talk to his doll lookin’ like a tosser. “Excuse me,” Gale gruffly asks a stout Porter who’s leaning against a wall, lollygagging. “Which is the noon train to Philly?” The short man looks him up and down before reaching up to
As more and more people filled the room, I asked Jane why they had hired so quickly if they already had so much help. “Well no one is being allowed to leave the house until they finish the murder investigation,” she replied, “but many of them have handed in their notices.” “A murder investigation!” I exclaimed. “You mean she was murdered?” “Yes, didn’t you know? Lady Anne Sylvester was poisoned, and we’re all under suspicion for the time being.” What a curious place this house was turning out