Creative Story : A Short Story

Kon'nichiwa! I’m Japan! You probably know me for my aesthetic cherry blossoms and splendid anime, but let me tell you, things weren’t always as kawaii as they seemed. For a loooong time, I was isolated from other countries by my own shoguns and daimyos, my militaristic dictators and their warrior landlords respectively. We got along fine at first, but my common people were becoming increasingly unhappy with their little political power and heavy taxes. Then, on a fateful day in July of 1853, I met… the West.

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.

A chuckle escaped her parted lips when she heard what Octavia had asked her. She licked her lips, pushed down on the bottom and began to speak. “It took some time for me to figure out what need to be done to get back down here, to the ground.” She paused, pulling the radio from her lips. Head tilting off to the side as a laugh escaped her lips. Octavia was probably the only living person left who knew that she was the one that wasted 3 months of oxygen and not Finn. She lifted the radio back to her mouth, “We are here now and ready to get you guys out. It might take use a while.” She mused. “But we will get you guys out of there.” She released the button, lowering the radio she sat it down on a pile of rubble. Dark hues stared at it as she

“Pardon me, but just how are you going to keep people from learning your name? Even if you use an assumed name, they’ll still recognize you elsewhere.”

Coolness, night sky, outside, fireflies, moonlight, chasing and playing tag with her sister, up until her sister poofed into dust, still hearing laughter as everything seemed to be watered down and dripping. The fireflies seeped into goo, the ground was shaking, the night sky’s stars were falling like raindrops, even the bits and chunks of the sky. She panicked, looking around, scared and confused. She kept hearing laughter, until everything was silent, until everything wasn’t moving, until everything was gone. She stopped, heard her sister’s voice calling her name, so she turned around to see her sister, only it wasn’t her at all. Her sister’s eyes were just black holes, her teeth looking jagged, her hair in a messy braid.

They had been together for twenty-five years. He remembered the day he had first seen her. A beautiful young girl, with strawberry blonde hair that flowed down her back in waves. Freckles spotted her face and brought out the hazel in her eyes. A soft white skirt that swished when she moved. She was gorgeous, sitting among the flowers while the other girls played and danced with each other. She sat, staring at the clouds. He had been to nervous to speak to her, so he turned in the opposite direction, tripped, and fell in a puddle of mud. When he looked up, the other children were laughing at him, but she hadn't even noticed.

Luster grabs his coffee cup and walks towards the door. He is going to return to what he knows best -- work.

“Abby, Abby get up, get up” My younger sister, Kate, squealed while bouncing up and down. I shot up out of my warm sleeping bag to feel a rush of fresh morning air surround me.

The girl trudges down the lonely stretch of road, the shoulder straps of her backpack cutting into her shoulders and the blue plastic cooler she pulls behind her straining her muscles. Ugh, why did she have to be such an obedient daughter? Of course, she didn’t want to be rude and say, “Bring a bunch of food to grandma who lives all the way across town when we don’t have a car? Screw that!”, because she would never do that, but she was starting to regret not being a bit more persistent against going.

THE YELLOW RAYS OF THE SUN POUNDED THROUGH THE DIRTY WINDOWS IN THE 1996 SUBARU LEGACY. Her choppy black hair was sprawled against a crumpled up blanket in the backseat of her family's old car from the 2000s. A holey sheet covered her sweat soaked chest as she blinked at the roof of the car. It was covered in old stains from when she and her little sister were children. There was dried chocolate milk dotting the fabric, reminding her of how they were fighting over the small carton of dairy.

“Sawyer! Where are you?” Caytlan screamed. “Sawyer, I miss you, I need you”, says Caytlan starting to whimper. Caytlan begins to cry rivers through her eyes.

In late November of 1943 in the frost covered Arden Forrest of France, an American soldier Private Bendenski dug his fox hole. He quickly crouched down deep into his fox hole trying to deflect the deathly chill of the wind. Lost from his platoon private Bendenski had hung on the edge of survival for the last six weeks. With only crumbs of food remaining, he gathered up what energy he had left to build a fire.

“Ouch!” Nova mumbled, sitting up and holding her head. It felt like She had been hit with a baseball bat. Nova, a teenage girl with long black hair and skin of a dark complexion, had a terrible headache. While slowly getting up to examine her environs, she realizes she was in the middle of what seemed to be an abandoned circus tent. It featured innumerable lifeless aspects to the point it didn’t look like a circus anymore. There were few rusted metal chairs and leftover rubbage. The weather-beaten tent was ridden with holes and it reeked of mold. There was one more item to inspect, a rope. She walks over to the rope and pulls it out of curiosity. Due to this action, the curtain behind her rose, revealing an empty stage. Suddenly, the lights went out and when they came back on she was in the center of the tent once more; the only nuance was the man standing on the stage.

“I’m home”, my brother called out when I heard our front door slam shut. “Daniel's with me too!”, he added. Wait a minute, I’ve never heard of anyone named Daniel so, I quickly sat up and waited for them to come upstairs since, I know that they gonna go to my brother’s room. I suddenly hear two pairs of feet thundering upstairs and the next thing I know, my room door suddenly slams open and I see a guy in the doorway, with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and a perfect jawline. I suddenly feel self-conscious because I was wearing a hoodie with sweats on and, my hair was in a messy bun since I had slept all day. He suddenly looks really embarrassed and he mutters something like, “sorry, I thought this was your brother’s room”. I thought that he would have a lower voice like my brother’s but he had such a high-pitched voice. I then hear my brother’s voice, “Dude, wrong room, that's my sister's room. He then said “bye!” really quick and practically sprinted out of my room After he left, I heard him ask my brother “ you have a sister???, how come you never told me, I ran in there like a complete idiot and my face turned so red!” “Dude, it’s fine, she’ll probably forget it happened anyway.” my brother replied, but I didn’t.

There once was a shark named jerald he was one of the last remaining megalodons on the planet he was mid age and about 40 feet long and very very dangerous.he was the king of the sea and not even the eldest of sharks opposed him for if they did he would kill them.But unnoticed by him the sea level was dropping and humans where to blame.It was the middle of the day and jearld had just finished lunch a blue whale.HE went up to his favorite sun bathing spot a coral reef about 10 feet below the surface.But when he got there he was shocked by what he saw part of the reef was poking out of the water and only then did he realize that the water level was dropping.He knew he had to do something so he came up with a plan he would travel upland and find whoever was responsible and kill them.So he set of to do just that it was late next evening when jearld arrive at the shore of new york he was lucky a major flood had just passed through and.The water was just high enough to support him.