American Mama Creative Writing

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“ Yeah but you don't speak Spanish. It’s like we cant let in a white girl even if she speaks really good Spanish and we cant let you in because even though you are kind of Mexican you don't speak Spanish, you just wouldn't get it.”

“I’ll be home at half past eight. Please leave dinner for me in the fridge.” Hugh called over his shoulder. Mother exhaled a faint sigh.

It happened like some sick movie she couldn't look away from. She watched as her body acted on its own and went after her whole family. Mom and dad were first, the blades sliding through their flesh like butter as she screamed internally. The last was her brother, she struggled against the dark hold the demon had on her. Tried to fight, tried to save the last of her family. As the blade began to slice into her brother the door burst open. A man she had never seen before began to come after her.

That night was tragic for the town. When Lilly went over to babysit, she was feeding the kids when it happened. She said that she started to hear sounds come from outside and she heard the front door knob shaking. Loud pounding on the door echoed throughout

“I can’t wait to visit Granny Bea!” I told my mom. “I know honey. Why don’t you head upstairs and start packing. I have to call Jenna and ask if she can dog-sit Bubba,” mom said. I rushed upstairs into my room. It’s a greyish blue shade with a flower design on one section of the wall. My dad painted it before he died, a little over two years ago. There are a few chips in the paint, but I don’t feel right covering it up. I started packing up right away. My clothes are old. They are all  covered in floral patterns, cheesy sayings, and sequins. I threw all my clothes in and zippered my suitcase.

Others were even more horrific stories of how the siblings were lovers and the tragic death of dear Annabelle birth to the Jaune Child. But these are tales woven by the town's residents and I was not one for such useless blather. However I must admit, seeing this house had sent a shiver down my spine. And though the image of the ruined home gave me a prickled sensation every time I passed, I could not tear my eyes from it. I discover something new with each passing. First, I noticed the make shift shed that had been set up almost like a shrine. Then, there was the stray cat that had slipped out from under the stairs. This time, there was a shadow. It was the shadow of a figure standing on the porch. Perhaps a figment of my imagination, but still it tore a panicked gasp from my

As the sun peeked through the blinds on her front window, Gianna stretched and panicked she was late for school. Then she remembered it was summer break and she could take her time getting out of bed. She wondered how many more mornings it would take for her to realize she didn’t have to rush into the shower and get to school. Instead, she contemplated what she felt like doing today. It looked like a nice day so probably the beach as usual. Just then her phone began sending notifications.

Manicured garden, a flimsy parasol on her shoulder. She reached at a brook over a bridge between two streams. Below, ornamental carp swam in a lazy circle, flashing their red, yellow, orange and white scales among the purple blossoms of the water lilies.

My name is opal buloni i moved here recently and i don't have a mama“I don’t have a mama. I mean, I have one, but I don’t know where she is.” p. 21 i also don’t have any friends “But I don’t have a mama. I mean, I have one, but I don’t know where she is.” until i met gloria dump, mrs franny block and otis “ there ain’t no way that you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

The music in the truck was quiet as Michael made his way to Breanna’s house. The girl hadn’t been in contact with him all day. She probably lost her phone, he thought.

Gabe came down to see her and patted the mule. Amos had quit grumbling when the blindfold came off. Now he held his head up, his chin on the edge of the roof. “Thinks he’s on a sight-seeing tour.”

The Mata Forest is one of the most picturesque landscapes on the Israel National Trail, in the biblical lowlands, west of Jerusalem. Kay and Kristine walk down a dirt trail and further into the forest, little Peanut rustling in the bushes a few meters in front of them.

“ I'm gonna get want I want, like a witch getting more human for human soup, Wait i'm not a witch, just a beast,” evilly stated the man dressed in black from head to toe. The creepy man weirdly crept through the home, It seemed like the man knew this house, he would even know his way through if the house was upside down. He snatched something under the cookie pot, it was small, circular and he slid in on his ring finger. He crept through out the house for like an hour or so. When he went into Mia’s room, He swung a chair into the window. Aria runs in the room and he grabs a hammer out of his pocket beating Aria, Aria passed out on the floor. He chucked Mia out the window into the ice filled snow. She was screaming in terror while he beat her till she became quiet.

Where are you? I’m in New York City in our small apartment on West 63rd where I live with my 2 kids and wife, Nellie. And I’m at the kitchen table.