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.

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

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.

"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.

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

Michael was dreaming. He was a boy in his father's ranch and he'd been bad again, playing in the snow against the strict warning of his mother. Doggedly, he'd sneaked out of the house, running wild in the snow covered field, even skating on the frozen lake not far from the house. Mother said, “not to,” because the ice wasn't solid enough, but he did anyways like always. As it turned out, his mom was right. He felt the ice crack under him, bleeding with icy water. He wanted to be calm and savvy his way out, but he heard the neighbor's dogs barking, perturbing him. The dog was usually friendly, but not today. In a panic and effort to escape, he sank to his waist in the ice. He was going to drown!

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 shadow stepped out of a car. The force of the wind was so strong it knocked him down. When he stumbled back to his feet, he brushed leaves from his hair then pushed forwards into the wind. Around him, branches and loose twigs whipped into a frenzied vortex.

It all started at his friend’s Halloween party. The whole school was going so John had to go. Their parents were gone and so the kids who hosted the party brought alcohol and drugs. John was not a bad kid and he told his 16 year old self that he would do drugs or drink alcohol. At the party everyone was acting like animals and they were all crazy drunk. John stayed out of that messed and decided to get a drink of water at the “bar”. After he was done with the drink he felt very dizzy and thought the water had some things in it that shouldn’t be there. After the party died down, he left and went home for some rest. The drive home was very uncomfortable for him because of his nausea. He heard on the radio, “I feel like a million bucks”! Which made him feel worse because he in fact did not feel like a “million bucks”. He got home and felt very sick. He was sure that something bad was in his system. John raced for his bed and just as he did he shrieked in terror. He saw a man in his mirror who disappeared as soon as John caught sight of him. This frightened John and he said to himself that it was his mind messing with him and he just needed rest. As he walked to his bed and as soon as he sat down everything went black.

The alarm clock exploded with an ear blistering ring as Nadia shot up from bed, her eyes still red from her deep sleep she was just ripped out of. She rubs her eyes as she walks over to the curtains to shine light into her pitch-black room. As she steps out of the bed she stubbed her toe on her dresser, wincing in pain as it starts to bleed. Quickly opening the curtains, she limps as fast as her foot will let her to the bathroom, where she washes it off and wraps a Mickey Mouse band-aid on it to stop the bleeding.

Charlie headed to his classes. He was fine when there was a teacher around. In fact, that was the only time he actually liked school! He would talk in his classes, participate, and enjoy. The time was 11:42, ending the fourth period he exiting the classroom heading toward lunch. Charlie pushed the double-doors open, to enter the cafeteria, the smell of greasy slices and the boy's locker room struck him like a bald eagle on its prey.

One day this little girl was at school and school ended in about 10 minutes so she just sat there and drawn for 10 minutes. So after the bell rang she ran outside for her parents but her parents weren't there and neither was her best friend's parents were there either. So the little girl and her friend just sat there and talked for about 15 minutes for their parents to come. So while they were talking her friend brought up the little girl going to her house when her parents got there.

It is Monday morning, Tommy is getting ready for school and he cannot stand still for one minute,