Creative Story : A Short Story

“It was the perfect day. The sun was shining, the wind was light and I couldn't have been happier. How could I have not been happy. I had a great day of school with all my friends, my mom bought me lunch and I was just on my way to the comic book store. It was a 6 year old's dream. I was skipping down the sidewalk, holding my mom’s hand when I noticed weird man in the alleyway. “Want some free comics?” he begrudgingly asked, and being the idiotic 6 year old I was, I let go of my mother’s hand and ran towards him.

They go flying face first into the dirt as they crashed into a rock. Joy slowly picks up her head from the ground.”Run!” she shouted. “Why are we following you?” Samantha questioned and the same time Joy was slowly imagining what happened days before.

“Ok, talk to you soon” Kohen said and switched off the comm. Kohen sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands looking out the portal pondering the events of the last several years when he jumped at the sound of Bergess’ voice behind him.

The landing gear was instantly ripped off and the nose of the plane crumpled like a tin can, every window in the plane shattered and as the plane filled with water alex new he had to get out some how. He unbuckled his seatbelt and as he was climbing out he grabbed the handle of something and pulled it to his chest as he climbed out the front of the smashed plane. He couldn't even think his head hurt so bad but he knew that he had to spim so he did, he didnt know how far he was from the shore but he just started swimming and it seemed like he had been swimming forever when his feet finally hit the sandy shore and he pulled himself out of the water and collapsed into the darkness.

After what seemed like a gunshot, it started with a loud bang and a brilliant flash of yellow light. A powerful shockwave had smashed its way into the hotel, decimating it, and leaving no survivors. The people in the hotel were instantly reduced to their most basic forms, blown away as microscopic carbon molecules.

I always thought that I would never have a “sister” but I was wrong. When I was younger, I had always wanted a sister, but I got a brother. My mom couldn’t have any more children after him, so I was stuck with my brother. Then one day everything changed like that.

“Are you sure, young one?” his eyes are tired, but smiling. There is something about the way the light shifts in his eyes that intrigues me.

Adán sat down on one of the swings in the park on 223rd Street and watched some children play on the slide and monkey bars. He sighed contentedly as the children's laughter echoed in the air.

As the rain pounded on the roof, Genevieve sat alone in the room that held her dead parents. It seemed impossible to live without her parents. She watched the wind blow and roar like a lion. The bottle that could end this nightmare right now stared her down from across the room. She glanced toward her mother's coffin “ I know she wouldn’t want that.” Genevieve's mother had always been a strong advocate for education and the a career of some type. Genevieve had decided on that night that she would no longer mope and mourn, and she would carry on her mother and father's legacy. She would keep the manor upright and stay in her schoolings.

In late November of 1943 in the frost covered Arden Forrest of France, an American soldier Private Bendenski dug his fox hole. He quickly crouched down deep into his fox hole trying to deflect the deathly chill of the wind. Lost from his platoon private Bendenski had hung on the edge of survival for the last six weeks. With only crumbs of food remaining, he gathered up what energy he had left to build a fire.

"Wake up!" My dad yells as he pulls the curtains out. He let the bright light blind me. "Your friend is downstairs, you're such a heavy sleeper." "Give me 5 minutes! just 5 minutes and I'll be done!" I yelled back at my dad. Before I walked downstairs, I grabbed some toast and reached for the big bag of snacks, you know in case I get hungry. "Dad I'll be back by 5. Bye bye!" I said while walking down stairs.

Charlie headed to his classes. He was fine when there was a teacher around. In fact, that was the only time he actually liked school! He would talk in his classes, participate, and enjoy. The time was 11:42, ending the fourth period he exiting the classroom heading toward lunch. Charlie pushed the double-doors open, to enter the cafeteria, the smell of greasy slices and the boy's locker room struck him like a bald eagle on its prey.

“ 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.

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.

She thought of Julio and the neighbors. What would they say, It was meant to happen. Her mother is crazy. They are the neighborhood’s locas.