Creative Story : A Short Story

With each step Billy took, the staircase creaked and crackled like the fireplace downstairs. Briskly hopping off the last platform, Billy darted to his room. "Good night then,” croaked Billy. The Landlady closely followed as he stepped through the doorway. There the dame stood, silently staring at Billy while he positioned himself on the bed.

His wife sat up in bed listening. A loud knock resounded through the house. “It’s Herbert!” she screamed. “It’s Herbert!” She ran down stairs to the door. She opened the door quickly to greet her son, but to her surprise standing before her in the doorway was Mr smith the caretaker of the graveyard.

I put on my dress and look in the mirror. Hm I'm not sure I like it, I'll

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.”

He slowly walked to one of the darkened windows, and quietly jimmied it opened. In one swift agile movement, he hoisted himself up and slipped inside the house. The room was void of light, but Fleezie tiptoed around obstacles in the room with precision. He had gone over the details of this night so many times- millions it seemed like. He knew everything, down to the number of stairs (there were 11). Fleezie silently crept up the 11 stairs. At the top of the staircase he rummaged around in his bag. From the depths of his duffle, he produced a large chef’s knife. If there’d been any light, it would have gleamed. Not only had Fleezie polished the weapon, but he had also sharpened it. He took 7 measured steps forward and stopped in front of a door. He was so ready. He put a gloved hand on the knob, and turned it slowly. As the door creaked open, Fleezie waltzed into the room and made straight for the bed. He touched her on the shoulder, and her eyes shot open in surprise. He waited for the moment of recognition, and savored the fear in her eyes. “Surprise b****”, was all he said as Fleezie raised the knife, and snooffed

Stepping out onto her small porch Laurel placed her hands her hands at her hips, head turning from side to side, to gaze at the city. Everything looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe that sooner or later everything would change, war was on the horizon whether they like it or not. She muttered out a sigh as she reached her hand up to rub at her forehead. She blinked a few times when she caught sight of Cain. “Here goes nothing.” She mumbled to herself as she walked down the small steps. She met Cain at the gates, a slight smile played at her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep everything in check. I won’t allow anyone to blow anything up.” She stated with a slight nod of her head. Her right hand fell to rest atop her gun, “Make sure you don’t kill anyone else Cain. If we want to win this war we are going to need the numbers.” She muttered out in a soft voice, a hint of announce could be heard.

“Run! Trav there gaining on us!” screamed Aaron. The tall, 17 year old boy, with dark brown hair was what seemed like miles in front of Travis, his younger brother, even carrying all the supplies for 3 people. Travis, looking back every couple of seconds, weakly yelled “Wait Arron to the right that should take u- us back!” Arron took a sharp right into an alley way. He tackled the few biters that were in the way to clear a path so his brother could get through safely. “Righ- no go left! Your left!” After following his brother’s directions they made it back to the main road where there dad was waiting, screaming, with the window down for them to hurry. Arron threw the large duffel bags into the back of his dads old, 2 door, 2000 Dodge Dakota with the dented hood. Travis bolted around the truck to the opened door on the other side and leaped to safety while, Arron hopped in the back and tapped the top of the truck 3 times signaling to his dad it was okay to go. Immediately after they speed away down the highway littered with crashed cars, corpses, abandoned suitcases, and much more. Aaron let out a deep breath and sat with his arm perched on the side of the truck as he watched as the horde of zombies faded away. He slid around the cooler and pulled out a Gatorade, wiping away the water that dripped from the bottle, with the bottom of his ACDC shirt. He slid open the back glass of the truck and handed it to Travis. His dad glared at Arron then told his

As he looked into what he figured was the bedroom, he saw her. He saw a beautiful woman, a raven haired beauty whose beauty made him smirk. It had been a few weeks since had had last had a woman, and well this was too good, steal her money and have his way with her. It was ideal and perfect for his plans for the night. He looked in as he saw the woman undressing for some reason, damn she was a fine thing, worthy of fucking. He reached down and pulled out his hood that would hide his face as he put it on he looked back in and didn't see her again. He blinked wondering where she had gone till he saw a open door and then the sound of the water running, the woman was taking a shower of course, that was why she had been

"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.

As the game flowed on, layups, three pointers, and any basket you think of were raining like snow falling out of the sky. Players talking smack, coaches yelling at each other and parents steaming in fury over the performance of their children, especially mine. A major loss by 8, to the worst team in the league. When the game ended, my sister snatched me into the car and drove me home, in silence. I had no idea what was going on, I asked myself did someone just lose their bestfriend? As thoughts were running through my mind, I didn’t know what to think. I arrived at my house and just ran up into my room, avoiding all verbal contact.

The further I went back in the cabin, the worst I began to feel. It was like I was a chicken with no head; there were no lights, but the moon had a sparkle and every now and then, it would glitch, flickering on its last breath. The floors were ice cold; every step taken was another frost bite on my foot. Next stop, the bathroom. All of the showers were rusted and had dead bugs scattered throughout them. The sink had every color embedded in it, almost like dirty snow. I was determined this cabin was the youngest sister who got everyone’s hand-me-downs.

Billy woke up and heard loud beeping with the sound of bricks crumbling. He took a look around and saw big yellow machines running into the building wildly. The men working the machines suddenly stopped when they realized a person was in the building. The workers helped Billy out, then they asked what he was doing in there. He said “ I was staying the night here.” He left in the house in confusion.

All her life she had been told never to set foot in the house, yet, she decided not to listen. She shouldn’t have found that place so alluring. Every day, as she returned home, she felt such a pull towards the battered home. A soft voice whispered in her ear, begging her to come in, as if someone needed help. She had always been told never to go in, but she so badly wanted to. After all, the stories she had heard about the house couldn’t have been more than old wise tales told to keep people away. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

“ Despite the chattering of the radio, nobody seemed to be at home. I had no clue whether my father lived here, it could have been anyone’s house, from where I stood, I needed to get inside. I knew if I hesitated, I would never do it. So in one swift motion I pushed open the window and and clambered through.” From the outside it might have not been clear it was my father’s home but the inside gave him away. The various clippings of famous blacks and the old typewriter on the desk made it obvious I had found the right place. I wandered through the apartment trailed by the dog that had been sitting on the couch when I entered. As I examined the contents of the fridge; only a carton of milk, a can of dog food, and many frozen dinners, I remembered

Then he started to think about how the Landlady was acting. His brain started to tingle and as he laid there he realized it, but then he started to get sleepy. Then all of a sudden he fell asleep. Once he awoke he looked around when he saw his door close. He changed back into his clothes and got up to see what had happened.