I kept telling myself it would be okay. I couldn’t run any faster than I already was. I could hear the thumping in my chest, and thinking he could hear it, made a shiver run down my spine. My eyes darted around, searching for the dark silhouette of a trench coat. I heard a crunch in the leaves behind me. I scrambled around looking for a hide away, when my eyes landed on a hole in the ground, big enough to fit my body. I jumped in it and covered myself with wet leaves. I heard the faint noise of crunching leaves traveling further and further away from me. I awoke in a moist spot under wet leaves, laying on the soggy forest floor. I had to give my eyes a minute to adjust to the bright sun shining through the trees around me. I felt something …show more content…
Tracing the X with my ridged fingers. Saying the words “2015 Travis Dex” in a particularly questionable tone. I hear 10 consecutive beeps, all about 2 seconds apart. I step back slowly waiting for the worst thing to happen, when the X slowly begins to pull apart. The inside of the tree is lit up in a bright red light. I see a large bike, like the ones I’ve learned about in my text books. One that our ancestors road. With two wheels, and long handle bars. I stepped inside, pulling away the spider webs. The word “Motorcycle” was written on the wall, in what appears to be paint. I read the next step.
“2. Admire my work. I’ve spent my whole life creating this masterpiece. Beginning when I was a young child, finishing when I was in my mid 30’s. My father helped me from the beginning, and when I had finished it, it was worth nearly 4.2 million dollars. I wouldn’t have sold it for ten times that amount. It means too much to me. Now that you know what it means to me. Please take care of it. I guarantee you’re the only one that has anything like this.
3. put the key I gave you into the ignition, on the right side of the handlebars, and turn the key to the right. The motor should be loud, don’t be afraid, it won’t bite
I pride myself on being a curious person who always wanted to discover what was happening in the world around me, I would always ask myself why did this happen? How? Which lead me in becoming a creative writer. I enjoy the challenge of making people want to read what I write. I choose the right words to intrigue my readers; it is a pleasure to take them on an adventure, as I can use my pen to sway their emotions with every line I form which lead me in creating my own journal. I am also determined person once I have a goal, I will pursue it until I achieve it. I still remember when our school held a short story competition during twelfth-grade and I told my classmates that I was going to participate. They all started laughing at me saying
The drive home was difficult; his vision swam and his muscles felt stiff and achy. Too bright city lights glared at him, pierced his eyes. His head throbbed, beat, beat, beat, in rhythm with his racing heart. Nausea rocked in his stomach and every noise seemed amplified. Why were these damn people driving so slowly? He needed to get home; he was already late as it was, and his father wouldn't be pleased. Leaving the glowing city behind him, Aiden found slight relief in the peaceful country roads and sharp peppermint smelling pines that surrounded his home, if you could call it that.
"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.
A sensation brushes against my body from slight movements, but nothing I can place as my eyes stay glued shut, almost like it would be painful to see my surroundings.
Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.
I look out the window above the sink as my mom replies. "Ok, sounds fine, bring a swimsuit, and that light purple sweater for night time, and hiking boots and old sneakers, and LOTS of socks, and-" I listen to her as I search out the window for nothing in particular, until I see a movement in the window of Camden's house on the first floor. I stare at it as my mom drones on, and Camden emerges from behind the curtain and waves creepily.
It is three years into the war, WWII, and Oscar is turning seven tomorrow. Although the sun is creeping under the horizon, Oscar is still as energetic as a rabbit!Because his parents were getting rations along with Oscars sister Elle, Oscar is staying home alone.
“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.
One car, one wrench, and one roll of duct tape. That's all I needed to get a three and a half ton Yukon out of a “very broke down situation.” Hearing the car start clucking, I started to think “I’m gonna be awhile.” The Boston Mountain loops scenic roads are nice to drive but I guess I didn’t get to be lucky that evening in October. Besides the truck start to stalling out, going around the sharp curves on a hill with momentum was a thought of I’m going to crash. Not only did I have to fear that, but when I got pulled over, that the car kick out gear and go rolling down the hill. I did have some luck that day; having brought a toolbox with me.
The ground came toward me very fast as if running on a treadmill. What seemed so slow became very fast and tiring. My body began to feel heavy, where pain started to burn on my thighs but the pushing of speed did not begin yet. Sweat collected against my forehead, and my back. My breathing began to hitch, but I could not have stopped when I just began.
One thursday afternoon around 12:30 me and my friends andreas and emily were sitting on on top of the monkey bars at my current school , St. Thomas More talking. Andreas would always jump off the monkey bars to show off to Emily, me and the other girls. We would always watch kind of amazed as Andreas jumped off the monkey bars landing perfectly. He gave us a look as if it was our turn to jump. We ignored him as we made room for Andreas and other girls to come up to sit.
"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."
As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.
Almost instantly, River picked up his feet, sprinting faster and faster through the large crowds of people. A wide grin on his lips as he held the bread in his mouth still, cascading down the busy roads, avoiding cars and people along the way. A few of the pedestrians tried to even help the officer behind him by grabbing the white-haired perp. However, it seemed the boy's lightning fast reflexes resulted in them missing every time. With only a few who grazed his hoodie barely.
I ran as fast as my legs could take me. My heart beating so fast I thought it might fall out. I ran across the corner hoping i’d lost him. “Only one…block...left” I panted as I tried to breath. I could see people. “Save me...please” I whispered trying to scream. “Clank, clank” I could hear his footsteps splashing in the rain as he came closer. I stood up trying to run with my injured leg. “Clank, clank” I could hear it getting closer, closer, and closer.