Creative Story : A Short Story

"Ha! Gotcha now, doll!" Byron had dropped Jill off at Charles' place, to pursue her. He was gaining on CJ; so much that he could see her dashboard. He tapped her bumper from behind, and latched onto it. They were attached for miles. CJ steered her car into the rural area of town. She geared it in reverse and jumped out the door. Byron was thrown through his back windshield. She ran from both vehicles, as far as possible. Byron was after her; he couldn't allow her to live with the truth. It was a brick wall; she was trapped.

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

It was a dark halloween night. 7 year old Sophie and 13 year old Tommy were just heading home from trick-or-treat. Their town was a good place to go trick-or-treating.The neighbors always knew what candy the kids wanted. They remarkably knew what the Robinson family liked. (Sophie and Tommy) Just as they were heading in the door, Tommy saw something strange across the street. It was something he had never seen before. He saw his father watching television and he could smell fresh collard greens, mashed potatoes, and a big juicy steak. All he could think about was eating but he kept looking over at that house figure. Immediately, he took Sophie in and told his mom he was going to the Little Quick Market around the corner to get salt and pepper. Of course she said okay. Tommy slowly walked over toward the house.

Aiko was slumped forward over the table. The private dining hall was perfect, quiet and peaceful.

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.

A moron named Jack lived with his half moron mother in a rusty devastated shack on a rotten farm growing only thorns. All they had that was considered a luxury was their skinny cattle that produced very little milk. As soon as the cattle stopped producing milk, the mother wanted Jack to go sell it.

It seemed to sound like an old women’s voice. They turned around and there was no one there but when they turned back the door was spotted again. That’s when Maya and Sarah felt the chills. Not because it was cold but because of how it disappeared and appeared again. They were scared to go through the door but even more scared to stay in the car park so they decided to just go out. When they opened the door and went in, there were stairs going up and as soon as they turned around the door vanished before their eyes causing them to cry. They were petrified and so they ran up the stairs one behind the other. There was an elevator there and so they went inside just so that they can see if there were floors. There was only one button and it wasn’t labeled. The elevator closed and went up. It opened and led to a room with bumper cars. There was a sign that said “11”. Maya and Sarah then decided to sit in “11” just because they were scared. The bumper car started moving ahead and went down a slope. It crashed into the wall and they passed

They got scared because there was no one to make second chance and there was not enough people to make a change in direction or hold one person up from off of the cliff. So when they started their way up the wind picked up a lot and that made it way harder to climb and to see without getting snow into your eyes and hard to see when someone messes up and fall’s that way you can try to dig into the ground with the cleats and try to hope that you do not go with them or something like that. But they got up maybe a hundred feet and then someone really messed up they slipped and started to fall down the mountain and start to pull everyone with him, but when they were all going down 2 people caught onto something with their feet and started to pull the other three back up and when they did they were super tired they all sat there for a few seconds and took deep breaths. When they were all back up onto their feet, they started to go again immediately and the person who feels caught up with the 2 people who just saved his life and said that he is not going to let him get away without him saying thank you for saving his life. So wants, he said that they started to move again and they they were at the point where you need oxygen and then they turned on their oxygen pumps and they started to go again and when they were almost to the peak the storm hit the

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a boy named Jack. He lived with his mother on an old farm and was extremely poor.

It was saturday night, 1963 in England. Dakota Korte was looking for a place to stay that was cheap but also nice. He was in England for his aunt Martha who had gotten stomach cancer, but he had spent so much money on his trip here that he barely had enough to stay at any other places. While he was walking looking for some other options to stay a big sign in a window caught his eye, it said in big bold letters “BED AND BREAKFAST”. Before he got to the door to knock on it, the landlady had already come outside. He thought it was kind of odd she knew he was about to come in but he hadn’t even turned to walk up her steps. This was the only option he had and it was getting late so he took up her offer of a cheap price and let the women greet him inside.

2 pip I took a step back. I even let you move in here. I'm not being irrational! - I thought...

“Hello Mr. Johnson”, Alexandra says as she walks across the room towards him. “Please, call me Jeff, and tell me, darling, do you want a tattoo this time?” His smile showcases his golden teeth. “I'm afraid not Mr. Johnson, as I’ve said countless times before, I'm not going to get one more.” she stopped 5 centimeters in front of him. Smiling. “You only have one, on your ankle and it’s not big, or meaningful.”

It was dark out in Central City. Barry’s mom Nora tucked him up and gave him a kiss, she said “sweet dreams my beautiful boy”. Barry went to sleep. A few hours past by. Barry woke up to strange sounds. He saw the water of his fish bowl levitate. It was happening all over his room! He went downstairs and he saw a red and yellow blur. He started screaming because his mom was on the floor with a knife in her heart. In a split second he saw a man in the yellow blur, then he disappeared. His dad, Henry said “run barry run” and out of nowhere he was blocks away from his house.

“Glad you two were able to come in at the last minute.” Coates pointed them towards the seats in the interview room. It was best for her to head up the interview, giving it a softer approach from a feminine perspective.