Creative Story : A Short Story

"We don't have time to waste, Grove. We move. NOW." He paused momentarily, "We're gonna be late otherwise!" He exclaimed.

He stopped between us in stony silence, bent his knees deeply and, keeping with his back ramrod straight, he grabbed each of us around the middle and stood up. All three of us were surprised when Steve and I popped out of our rubber boots. Mr. Swift was as distressed as we were until he looked at the boots still in the mud and saw a reprieve for the carpet in his new car. He decided the boots were expendable. Maybe to him, but man, was I ever gonna catch heck for losing those. I can still see the tops of those black rubber boots, like four little stove pipes sticking out of the mud, and feel the sinking feeling of doom watching those boots recede into the distance as we were being carried away. How was I going to explain to Dad why I was this far from home and why I didn't I have my boots? With Mr. Swift as a witness, my story offered little room for imagination and would need to lean close to the truth.

"Oh, please wait for me! Don't leave me all alone, Iffy!" Compa exclaimed running after her.

Epsilon moved towards the exit of the alley. “I know a place we can go. I’ll lead the way, but we’ll have to move through the streets quickly, in case anyone is looking for

I don’t know whether fate or my own subconscious guided me, but I ended up at the spot where I had fallen the night before. I hid the children in the underbrush and waited. The campsite was far gone, the only trace of it being the smoke that rose from where the tents had been set afire.

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

He slithered up the muddy slope, slipping on the moss and mud. Canoes parked on the edge of the river. He had never been so scared in his life. He might’ve been climbing to what would eventually become a major injury or possibly death, but in his eyes, it was all worth it. It had been at least a week since he last saw someone besides the group he traveled with. It was a group of 5

John sprinted to the doors with his bag and slipped through them just as the, “Stand Clear of the Closing Doors,” broadcast played over the

“I’m following you.” Canner gestured her to lead the way. The new girl turned around and started walking to the kip she was sharing with Shelly.

"We 're gonna follow him.", I said as I started to pick up my pace.

Lord Fox laughed as he hugged the child close. 'Have you thought about any names for him, Aunt Eliza?'

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.

Mrs. Johnson had a full heart as she made her way down the streets of New York. She took the time to capture the beauty that hid within the streets with her camera. As she was making her was down one unusually empty street she noticed a boy, about the age of 12, sitting alone outside a store front. The boy was wearing a sad expression on his face and Mrs. Johnson knew what to do. She went up to the boy and gave him 6 of the brightest, happiest pictures that she had taken that day as well as 6 suckers. The boys smile grew wider and wider as the gifts were presented and exclaimed “Why thank you ma’am. I can’t wait to eat these suckers!” With that the young boy quickly ate two of the suckers. “Don’t you want to save those for another time?’ asked Mrs. Johnson. “Oh ma’am, I am very sorry but these are the first thing I have eaten in a long time so I just couldn’t help myself.” exclaimed the boy. Mrs. Johnson was heartbroken at this news and knew that she would have to provide this boy with much more than a few photographs and suckers. “Excuse me ma’am, but where did you buy these photographs?” asked the boy. “I took them myself silly, and please, call me Mrs. Johnson. When I am called ma’am I feel much older than I am.” stated Mrs. Johnson. “Really?” cried the boy. “I love photography, my ma and pa could never afford a camera so I spend my afternoons outside this shop looking at all of the amazing photos taken by photographers.” Mrs. Johnson brought her gaze up from the smiling

"In an age lost to time, the world fell victim to a great evil. One with no remorse, no compassion, and no sense of humanity. An evil that was very, very, uh, bad and stuff. And it was really handsome too! And-",