Creative Story : A Short Story

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

Aiko was slumped forward over the table. The private dining hall was perfect, quiet and peaceful. “What’s wrong, Aiko?” Danny asked from beside her. “There’s so much stuff to practice. The ceremonies, the dance, manners, posture. All these little details. I have to get my dress fitted too…” Aiko sighed. “I’m getting anxious.” “Whatever happened to the carefree Aiko I love so much?” Danny asked as he picked up a glass. Aiko sighed. “She didn’t grow up completely. She’s just busy right now.” “I miss

Once upon a time, long ago, there was a boy named Jack. He lived with his mother on an old farm and was extremely poor. One day, Jack couldn’t fall asleep, so he asked his mother, “How did we end up so poor?” His mother sighed and answered. “We were incredibly rich when you’re father was alive. When he died, we lost all our money.” Jack realized this was an opportunity to learn more about his father. Ordinarily, Jack’s mother refused to talk about his father. “How did he die?” Jack

It was a dark halloween night. 7 year old Sophie and 13 year old Tommy were just heading home from trick-or-treat. Their town was a good place to go trick-or-treating.The neighbors always knew what candy the kids wanted. They remarkably knew what the Robinson family liked. (Sophie and Tommy) Just as they were heading in the door, Tommy saw something strange across the street. It was something he had never seen before. He saw his father watching television and he could smell fresh collard greens,

One day this little girl was at school and school ended in about 10 minutes so she just sat there and drawn for 10 minutes. So after the bell rang she ran outside for her parents but her parents weren't there and neither was her best friend's parents were there either. So the little girl and her friend just sat there and talked for about 15 minutes for their parents to come. So while they were talking her friend brought up the little girl going to her house when her parents got there. So there parents

“ 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

“Mommy, why does that guy look so weird?” said a little girl looking frightened as I walked by. I hated looking this way, why did I have to be the only one with skin? I’ve never known why things turned out this way for me. Many people have told me that this is karma. But I’ve never understood what I did wrong that makes me deserve this. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I would see Nigel Osborn walking down the street almost everyday. Everyone wanted pictures with him because he was now one of

The look on Mr. Jordan’s face changed almost instantaneously from sadness to anger, “You murdered my son!” “Sir according to rule 84 section 5 your son’s intelligence quotient is above the government regulation.” said the voice. “ You think that is going to make me OK with the fact that you murdered my son?!” Mr. Jordan is getting louder the more he speaks, “Well it’s not!” “I am sorry sir, government regulations states-” “Don’t tell me the stupid rule again!” He hung up the phone and took deep

silent, endless forest. With a deep breath, Selison reaches back for Deomacht. He gasps softly when it isn’t on his back. “That won’t work, not in here,” a voice warns. Selison twists around and is surprised to see a short woman standing several feet in front of him. She is wearing a short, flowing dress. It is white and has a single, thick strap over her right shoulder. There is a black, circular pendant attached to the strap directly in front of her shoulder. Her black curly hair extends past her shoulders

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