James ripped open the bags. Hundreds of passengers passed through each day, baggage in hand aggressively arguing their innocence. He dealt with them strictly. His angled nose, stiff facial features and intimidating nature fit perfectly with the intense atmosphere of the customs and quarantine unit. James squinted at a woman and her son on the opposite side of the conveyer belt, not understanding what was taking so long for them to open their last carrier. A small shadow tugged on his mother’s pants, obviously aware of the gazes upon them and knowing that the boy didn’t wish to be seen, James shifted his eyes from the sight. Instead, feeling the long hours of work in his ankles and shoulders, he decided it was time to finish up. “Ma’am-”, James began. A crowd of backpackers hustled past, knocking the woman’s elbows, forcing the bundled belongings to burst from the bag like fireworks. He glared at the packets of seaweed, dried cod and browned leaves- obviously undeclared items. Continuing to rummage through the contents with his latex hands, he abruptly pulled away, staring at a cheap tattered fan he had discovered. Staring at the scarlet material, James’ suppressed memories of his own mother began to flood his mind. The garish plaything she had owned fanned just one of her many superstitious beliefs and his fourteen-year-old self never understood why his mother held so much faith in these things. Unlike most mothers who welcomed their children with hot steamed buns, he was
“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.
“Dad I don’t want to leave’’ Said Ty with a whimpering voice. Him also his Dad were moving out of their house because of the bad memories that will always be there. Ty’s mom had been murdered a week before. The police had never caught the murderer and that’s what started everything.
“Ok, talk to you soon” Kohen said and switched off the comm. Kohen sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands looking out the portal pondering the events of the last several years when he jumped at the sound of Bergess’ voice behind him.
“Hey Caitlin! Can you get that bottle from upstairs?” dad shouted. I ran as quickly as my little six year old speed could allow up to the baby’s new room. I grabbed the bottle and ran downstairs. Me and my sister were waiting near the front door, but not outside, it was raining and thundering. My sister Mady tried to open the door, but dad caught her. “No going outside, there is going to be a long storm, probably for three or four days.” he said nervously. “Once mommy and Josie comes home, I’ll be working on the electricity at work for a couple of days.” “So we won’t see you?” Mady asked while backing up and on the edge of tears. “Yes.” he replied unfortunately. “Great” I thought, “I’ll have to help with and Josie.”
Nate, a 15 year old boy, was on his way home from school.Once he turned down his dead ended street, he noticed a huge black figure standing in the window of the kitchen. Coming closer to the house, the figure jumped up and disappeared into the air. Nate jumped up off his bike and ran inside. After entering the house it was very quiet , he knew his mother wouldn’t be home any time soon, so, he headed up stairs to see if anyone was up there, he come across nothing. After reconizing he hadn’t seen anything in the window, he went and got an apple down stairs. Once opening the kitchen door he saw all the apples were gone, suprisingly he gave no thought to it and went back up stairs to do his homework. While doing his homework he heard his bedroom door shut, he stood up opened the door and saw a black monkey staring at him.
One hot summer day, Danica, a young penguin girl from Serbia and her best friend, Andrea, penguin from Spain got on a bus to go to a brand new amusement park.
It is Monday morning, Tommy is getting ready for school and he cannot stand still for one minute,
Chase was the second child in his family, during his childhood he would hear things in his house once while he was five he heard a cry of a little girl which was odd because he didn’t have a sister only an older brother Mathew. He went to find where this crying was coming from he ended up walking alone dark in the night it was windy and breezy till it started to rain as heavy as a piano on Chase, though he didn’t mind the rain he just wanted the little girl to stop crying. Till blue and red lights started to flash like light bulbs in Chases face it was the police and his worried parents, his parents asked what happened and he simply said "I just wanted her to stop crying." His parents were confused but told him to not do that again and didn’t ask any further questions. He later on figured out that he could hear paranormal activity Chase was never bother by the fact that he had these certain powers he called them. One day while coming back from school his parents told him some not so surprising news his dad had been struggling to pay the bills with the job he had but he had been offered a job in Kansas and he gladly took the offer because he knew he was struggling and the offer would help his family live a better life. Chase wasn’t so surprised by the news he knew what was going on with his family even though no one ever told him what was going on. Two months later Chase, Mathew, and his parent ended up moving to Kansas in new house that Chases didn’t have the most comforting
The room was warm, Sparks Flew everywhere. “Charlotte! CHARLOTTE MOM DAD!” Ian cried out loud. He could barely breath through the smoke in the house.He looked for his family throughout the house. He coughed as he made his way out the house.Charlotte was there but not their parents. They waited for their parents to come out, But they never did… Charlotte Started to cry and Ian look over and tried to comfort her. She flicked his hand from her shoulder and looked over to him as well. She didn't look as much sad as she was mad,No she was Furious. “YOU DID THIS!” She yelled. Ian looked at her confused. “Did what?!”he asked “The fire by now simmered down and the house was covered in ashes. Charlotte started to run she ran into the woods “CHARLOTTE WAIT” Ian cried. He tried to chase after her but his throat ached, his legs hurt, and he had smoke in his lungs. He fainted on the dirt.That was the last he saw of his only sister, that made him the only one left of his family.Ian grew up now, no longer is he covered in ashes.His reddish hair swirled in the wind. Big Frog Bubbles, was next to him, his sword his mother and father forged for him, was behind him. He was ready for anything. He lived in a big town. Where everyone knew him and his sister to. Except his sister had not had quite the same reputation as he did. She was Depressed,evil and couldn't control herself she ragged wanting her parents back so badly,but no one got her real story ,not even Ian. Ian on the other hand, was
On an icy, wintery night in New York City at midnight, a boy and his parents were walking home from the AMC theater in an alleyway. The eerie alley was spooky with open trash cans scattered everywhere. The boy, Clark Wayne, clutched onto his parents arms as he was intimidated by the dark.The 14 year old felt reassured after his parents told him he would be fine. Then two intense, bright flashes followed by two loud bangs. All Clark could hear was an ear-splitting ring in his ears, all Clark can see was his parents lying on the ground bleeding out everywhere. He looked to his right and in his line of sight, he observes a masked man dressed in black with a noticeable black and red snake tattoo on his forearm, sprint into the traffic on 84th street and disappear in the night. Clark couldn’t piece together what the tattoo was of. Clark couldn’t put the pieces together of this huge puzzle, but all he knew was that he wanted revenge for his parents. Was this a planned attack or out of the random?
It was a cold New Year’s Eve night, as I stumble down the lonely streets with my almost empty bottle of champagne. Slurring my words, vision blurred, and constantly losing my train of thought. I hear a loud BANG! The bottle falls to the ground and shatters on the sidewalk. I jumped, but then I realized it was the fireworks. It was a new year, and I am a new man. My wife, Margaret had left me, and took the kids with her. I don’t blame her for what she did, I blame myself. At this point the only thing I have left on this earth is me. On the bright side, I am now 25, my birthday was about an hour ago. Then I hear another loud bang noise, but this time it was a lot closer. As I turn to investigate a, black hood is thrown over my head and covers my blurry vision. I am thrown into a metal like floor, and then hear an accelerator as I slide and hit a metal door. I feel a small prick in my neck and am out like a light.
There I was, in my home town of Zorgamazoo, feeling farther away from home than ever before. All I could think about was my family’s weekly games of Zorgally Ball with the nearby zorgles. I had not seen them in two weeks now and it was sinking in that I was going to end up all alone. I could not even begin to bare the thought of moving on without them and searching for a new home, but I knew I might need to someday soon. I could not even handle moving my body from the ground to do anything other than sob about my current situation, and occasionally about what my friends must have experienced as I just stood there and watched. I could not do anything other than just watch, I was frozen, and I still am.
“ Aye bro,” Jamal yelled! across the courtyard “ What’s up you good,” Sincere yelled back! “ You ready to go in the house i’m hot as hell,” Jamal responded. As he daped his friends up saying bye Sincere said “ Yea here I come,”. They headed up the stairs to their apartments, as Jamal put the key in the door he heard a loud scream from the other side he looked at Sincere with a look of anger and fear in his face and Sincere face showed the same expression. Jamal turned the key and rushed the door open only to see his mother on the ground and her boyfriend Chris standing over with hand raised yelling at her “ Didn’t I tell you don’t bother me while i’m on the phone i’m tired of you not listening Grace,” he let his hand drop and smacked her across the face busting her lip. As he raised his hand to smack her again Sincere tackled Chris to the ground while Jamal rushed to his mother to help her. Chris and Sincere were on the ground tussling back and forth, Chris was constantly “ Get off me little boy,”! When Jamal had their mother in the room Sincere let Chris up, When Chris stood he started to swing on Jamal but mid way through his swing he stopped and with a smirk he said “ Now what you got it little homie,” he snatched his keys off the counter and walked out the door slamming it.
A ten year old girl stood still and confused in front of a slowly falling casket. The sorrowful sound of her mother’s sobbing scared her. She didn’t know who they were burying but she knew it was someone her mother loved dearly. Little did she know it was a man by the name of William whom she’d come to know as her father. Her mother described him as a tall, handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes. As soon as her mother said this she knew where she got her stunning physical appearance from.
“Sango, Toll Gate, Pleasure, Ile Epo! Sango, Toll Gate, Pleasure, Ile Epo!” the conductor screamed as he walked towards Toyosi, his right hand stretched out, shoulder slouched. She squeezed her face and eyed him, his white singlet stained with black and brown spots and streaks. His fingers were dark with engine oil and dirt stains, his fingernails half eaten. He pulled up his shorts to his waist but it immediately started falling off again. His singlet, rolled up slightly over his belly, revealed his dark midriff and his even darker, loose boxer shorts; they too were almost falling off. He stretched out his right hand again as he approached Toyosi, as if he wanted to help with the bag she was carrying but she tried to avoid him, swerving and throwing her face away. She wasn’t about to let him contaminate her goods.