Creative Story : A Short Story

Isaac stood there, not able to move a muscle. He kept eye contact with her as he continued shaking. He started breaking into sweats wondering why he wasn’t able to move. One of the men unlocked the cell door, letting Renee

heal, and  weeks of a mouth wired shut had been more difficult than he had thought. However, he was

Stiles say “Not this time. All right. I'm right. There's something off about him. I can feel it”.

"Derek? What's wrong?" When Derek didn't respond, Stiles knelt next to him and reached out to touch his shoulder. Derek's reaction was instant and terrifying... just not in the normal 'werewolf' way. Derek shoved himself backward and started vomiting in violent

Earlier that morning Stiles was eating breakfast with his dad, when he noticed the way his dad dressed and acted, what he wore was a suit and tie -which really surprised Stiles since he has never seen his dad in one- and the way he acted was of pure excitement, he had a big smile on and was practically jumping in happiness at the sight of everything. Hell, he looked so happy that stiles thought he was going to sing a song from the smurfs movie.

“Bad wiring. I could see that,” I state and then I gesture to Vic. “Help me get him to his feet. We need to stop that cut from bleeding.”

He stood up, not realizing he was starting to cry until his vision blurred. They shouldn't be dead, he kept telling himself. People like him were supposed to be, in gutters, with too much of something in their blood. These two were supposed to live forever.

“Yeah, Baby I’m fine where both fine. You were just having a nightmare.” he tells her, then moving his lips into her palm placing a kiss

Derek’s glare started to dissipate and he laid down, not bothering to let Stiles before he did and ending up with his body sprawled out now over the teen. Stiles in response squirmed and pushed a bit to try and wiggle he way out but after a few minutes he realized that he was indeed stuck. A sleeping werewolf on top of him wasn’t so bad. At least he no longer needed a

Haley was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Jocelyn, open the door! You're making yourself ill. What are you doing? Open the door!"

By the end of the month Scott was a lot better. He was sitting in his chair, off of his vent so many hours a day.Scott was in the hospital for awhile. Scott finally came home. Scott had a heart machine attached to him, had to take a lot of meds’, and to check his sugar every time he ate.

After his words in such a peaceful voice, even his face changed the expression. It wasn’t sullen anymore. Like the sun brightens the day, a little smile garish his face.

Once Jeremy was standing upright, the dagger now sheathed at his side, he closed his eyes, willing the tears that were threatening to cascade across his cheeks to stay

Tears slid down his pink stained cheeks, he never thought he would have to be in this position. It was always assumed that it’d be the other way around, not to say that would be any better.

Jonathan couldn't breathe, he couldn't even blink.All he felt was how his heart had been completely and fully abolished and eradicated.Ellen slowly starts to walk towards Jonathan fearful of what is going on inside of him.thomas still in shock wraps an arm around Jonathan. Jonathan looks at Thomas, says nothing; and eventually looks back down.Ellen hugs him with all the passion and spirit, she could muster.They all just stand to try to stay strong.But this time together.