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.

“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

The wind was like ghosts singing. The leaves were crumbling like somebody was eating potato chips. Tommy started to walk a little faster. Then, a little faster. He started to hear screams, really loud screams. He turned around and ran and ran and ran until he got home. When he barged in his house his mom had a really confused look on her face. Although it was a confused look it was more of a “I caught ya” look. She asked why Tom didn’t have the salt and pepper in my hand. He made up some lie and said the road was crossed off. That was the most stupidest excuse ever because for One, mom had already been in town to get dinner stuff just 1 hour ago. For Two, since Tommy was walking he could still get to the market. And for Three, his mom had saw him walk over to that house and then run back. “How about I answer that question”, said mom. She went on and on about how Tom was in so much trouble for going over there. She was booming, and hollering, and shouting, and yelling. She sent Little Tom to the store again with seven dollars to get some salt and pepper. This time he got the salt and pepper but when he came back Tommy took a back road. Then finally he snuck into the house. The bushes were untrimmed. The house wasn’t decorated. The doormat said “Go Away, I Don’t Like You.” There were big wooden doors covering the windows, except for one small window and the curtain had big holes. Tommy looked in

"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.

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.

The moment Shane opens the door, Molly goes berserk and rushes down the stairs barking. Confused and tired he slowly followed Molly to see why she's being so crazy. When

As Thanksgiving was coming to a close. Two figures left a warm, cozy house. The aroma of many foods drafted out the door before it slammed shut. The figures was a boy and a girl both closely related but not so. The girl had blue eyes and blonde hair with pale skin while the boy had hazel eyes and brown hair and tan skin.

whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”

“Why don’t we stop here for tonight?” I offered, once I thought we would be safe enough at least for now, since the smoke was blowing away from us. Jess immediately sat down and took off her backpack, and I did the same.

The thunder clapped as the doorbell rang. Charlie ran to the door opening it with a smile from ear to ear as Grandma Smith walked in and hung her damp, plush rabbit fur coat on the splintery coat rack. “Finallwe,” Charlie said, “I thought no one would show up. “Oh, Charlie,” Grandma said, “Where are your parents at?” “They’re in the Lounge,” Charlie yelled back as he ran to the Powder Room. Grandma Smith walked through the hall with the aid of a wooden cane looking at all the beautiful pictures and the giant crystal chandeliers, admiring the gold trim and the crown molding. She walked into an argument between Charlie’s parents Sandra and Christopher. Sandra was glaring at Christopher with her stormy grey eyes while Christopher was running his hand through his dark brown hair, shaking his head. “Oh, I didn’t see you there,” Sandra said in cheerful voice, “do you want anything to drink while we wait for the rest of the family”. “Can I have some red wine”, Grandma asked? “Sure”, Sandra said, “Christopher, will you go tell the butler to open the thirteen year old red wine barrel for the gathering?” As Christopher walked off to get the butler as the doorbell rang like a church hymn. “I’ll get that”, Sandra said. As Sandra opened the large white and gold double doors Matthew, Rachel and April greeted her. “Come on in,” Sandra said in greeting tone. As they walked in Matthew took off his black leather jacket that saved his thick, black, devilishly handsome hair and placed it on the old coat rack. Matthew was dressed in a casual but dressy outfit consisting of black and blue plaid shirt and blue jeans which went very well with his dark blue eyes. Rachel was a tall and lean woman who was wearing long, brown leather jacket that covered all of her white and black striped dress. While Rachel put her jacket on the rack, April took of her beautiful pure white coat and left it to dry on the wooden coat rack.

“The cake!” a cracking voice screams from the kitchen. A young, brown haired male ran to the oven “Thank god, it’s not burnt,” a sigh of relief rushes over him. He had a very slender figure that went quite well with his narrow face. He covered the base of the cake with a UT orange frosting, then with black frosting wrote “Happy 14th Birthday Aster and Alex”. He set the cake on the marble countertop and began to clean up. Moreover, Alex Strange always enjoyed the smell of baked goods, ever since he was a kid watching his father bake.

Selison opens his eyes and sees a vast expanse of trees surrounding him. They reach beyond his sight and despite no trace of sunlight, the forest is exceptionally well lit. It is silent, though. There are no calls or screeches from any animals. The trees don’t sway and no insects crawl on the dirt beneath his feet. All around him is a silent, endless forest. With a deep breath, Selison reaches back for Deomacht. He gasps softly when it isn’t on his back.

“ 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.

The sun beamed down onto the backs of the workers, the heat of the dirt enough to scorch the bare soles of their feet. For some, it was the only thing keeping them from collapsing. They focused on the heat of their skin, the beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads on by one, and the radiant feeling of the sun itself to get through the day, but that doesn’t erase the fact that it was miserable. Every body on the field moved in unison, men and children alike. Their bodies dragged towards the dirt as if they hoped it would envelop them.

Ten years later, Roger had a house and 3 cats, which he was very proud of. He had changed how he dealt with wanting things; he saved for them. Ever since that night, he hadn’t stolen a thing, or done anything illegal; his record was clean. However, he would still be making an appearance inside a courtroom, for someone he owed $200 to over a year ago had falsely taken him to court for threatening him to rob and kidnap him as revenge for forgetting to give the money.