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.

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.”

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.

"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.

Aiko was slumped forward over the table. The private dining hall was perfect, quiet and peaceful.

“Let’s forget about the movie. Are you sure no one saw you leave your mother’s house?”

December 7, 1989. Jenna’s friends were coming over in an hour. They had planned to go to an abandoned orphanage that was rumored to be haunted. Everyone who had lived there died, all shot by a serial killer who raided the home. Stories went around about how you could still see the members of the orphanage roaming the hall, and every door remains wide open except the children’s bedroom, which has always been locked. No one dares to go in. There are many stories of how the orphanage came to be haunted and why these occurrences happen, but no one knew which was true. They would soon find out that night.

As soon as the cry was made audible, the boy enabled his legs to take full control of him, and at once charged into the thick forest, towards direction of the cry. He zipped past numerous trees, some of which he’d never seen before, consequently leading to an apprehensive mind that distributed lies. He disposed of them continuously in order to keep up his momentum. At once there was another, more distressed wail that flooded the boy’s ears, and he felt a strange sensation start to rush through his body. His legs picked up speed, as the rough fingers of his hand curled into wrathful fists. The once abundant amount of trees slowly decreased, creating a clear path ahead, allowing the rich and tall grass to come into view.

Nicole's normally porcelain skin is a sickly gray as her head lays lifeless on the hospital cot. It's been two - no three - days since Wynonna pulled her from the clutches of the Widows.

In this passage there are many symbols that show how Lily has many sides to herself and how a simple chain can mean a future with someone she would have never expected. “I promise. He lifted the chain with his dog tag from around his neck and lowered it over my head. So you won’t forget, okay? The silver rectangle dropped down under my shirt where it dangled cold between my breasts. Zachary Lincoln Taylor, resting there, along my heart”( Kidd 231). The predominant symbol in the passage was the chain. It represented the love there is between Zach and Lily. That one day he will come back for her. Throughout the passage it was unsure whether they were going to pursue the relationship or not. They kissed in the beginning of the passage, but ultimately they decided not to pursue at the moment because of the prejudice they would receive by being together. “Water can be so shiny in the dark. We stood on the bank and watched the moving pockets of light, letting the water sounds swell up around us. We were still holding hands, and I felt his fingers tighten around mine”(Kidd 229). The water is a symbol for the different feelings Lily has inside. For example, she talks about how she loves the river, how she wants to swim and suck on river stones. However, there was that one incident where at the pond, boys held her down and hooked a fish stringer to her neck. She also saw May die in the river, which was a horrific scene. The incidents that happen to her whenever she is near the water

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.

“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.

“ 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.

Jack smiled as he walked down the street to Chris’s house, he had already had breakfast but knew he could expect another once he got there. Jack glanced over the water at the brightening sky. The sun had not risen yet today but there was already signs of activity in the city, workers moving around the port, ships getting ready to sail, and several small shops opening their doors. However, as he moved inward past the common district and into the bureaucratic district people were only just beginning to awake, though of course it was already in the third hour of morning. He also knew that Chris would still be in bed at this time, and expected he would arrive at Chris’s house soon after he arose.

Trappe woke with a start before sunrise, focusing his eyes on the shapes of the distant hills as they emerged from the darkness. He felt a chill from the open rear window of the station wagon and turned to Curtis, still asleep beside him. “Curtis, wake up,” he whispered, followed by a “shushing” sound as he put his index finger to his lips. Curtis’ eyes fluttered open.