Creative Story : A Short Story

Mikey shuts his locker and twist the comb to make sure the locker has locked. The group of friends continue to walk slowly into the pitch black long, narrow hallway. After every slow foot step the old wooden floor creaks. As the group of friends start to approach the door, they hear the sound of a phone ringing. As they get closer to the door the ringing begins to get louder by the second. The sound seems to be coming from the door open to the left it appears to be the school office. The kids slowly walk into the office and approach the ringing that's coming from behind the desk. Jake hesitantly answers the phone the phone fills with silence there is no answer.

Minutes Later he awoke on a piece of debris. John rescued his lifeless body from the cabin of the plane and dragged it onto a piece of shrapnel that was floating in the water. John continued to search the sinking plane. Adam slowly regains consciousness, with a vague voice hollering for John. Adam saw John father bobbing up and down on the surface. John realized what Adam was trying to tell him and frantically swam over to his father 's body. John was horrified by his father 's body, it was mutilated by shrapnel from the plane, He had a three foot pole jammed clean through his head. In addition, he was missing his left leg, and had multiple gruesome gashes on his torso. John 's father had died on impact. Adam laying helplessly on the piece of debris saw his mutated body and immediately felt grief. Adam and John joined together on the debris, John let his dad go as his lifeless body slowly sank to his final resting place. They sat there absorbing all of what has just happened, and wondered how could anything go wrong so fast. One moment

The trees zoomed past him in a blur, as he ran with everything he had. Each foot fall echoed with the beat of his heart. His lungs burned with the need of air, but he knew that their was no hope for rest. If he stopped or even slowed down, they would catch him. And he knew what would happen if they caught him. They were hunting him and in this forest there was no escape.

As i’m looking at this body lying in the road I wonder to myself who this guy might be and what happened to him. I’m going to get to the bottom of this case. I take a look at the contents of stuff in his pocket and see if I can figure anything at by just looking at his things. I decide to head into town that is nearby and see if he is from there. While the drive to town was quiet the town was as any other town would be, noisy and busy. I stop at the nearest bar that I can find. I go inside and see if I can find anything out about our dead man. The bartender who I speak to tells me her name is sara, I show her the picture of the man. She says that's Rick Prattz, he comes in every tuesday and plays pool with a few other guys that come here every tuesday. I now know what those quarters in his pocket were from. She also mentioned that he was a very well known guy in this town, everyone seemed to like him. I ask if she might know his address and she writes it down, and i leave. I drive around the town until i come up on his house. I start to walk up the driveway and stop and thinks to myself about how i'm going to get inside. Then it hits me, I have the key that was in his pocket. I keep walking and when I get to the front door I try the key on the door and to my liking it worked. I walked in and started looking around for any clues why he might have been found in the road dead. There are tons of pictures of him and the same girl found in the picture he had in his pocket. I

BOOM! Luke heard as he jumped out of bed immediately. The nasty grinding noises did not sound right. “Should I find my parents? Do I stay here? He knew something was wrong but he was not prepared for what would happen next. His tangled, tight pajamas were twisted around his body from rolling in bed. Then he heard the heart wrenching creak of the ship as it leaned back. “I need to get out” Luke thought to himself. But there is one problem. He is alone at the bottom of the ship where halls are eerily quiet, and is basically a ghost town. The ship felt like it was sinking very fast to him but when he looked out the window, nothing much was really happening. He didn’t know what happened but he did know one thing, he needs to find his parents. As he opened his door he saw lots of people rushing down the hall like somebody let bulls out of a gate. Everyone was stumbling over each other and the had no regard for others.That's when he got panicked. “Mom!, Dad!” That wasn’t going to work, there was no way his parents would hear the screams because they were drowned out by the panicked passengers running through the boat. Luke fell multiple times as the oncoming crowd of passengers rushed to the top. He finally got up the stairs to the dining hall, glowing with yellow lights to create a warm environment. But the thing is, it was the opposite. Then all of the sudden he saw his mother's face. He saw her light blonde hair that was effortlessly curly. “I wish her ocean blue eyes would

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.

The look on Mr. Jordan’s face changed almost instantaneously from sadness to anger, “You murdered my son!”

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.

AOne of them, in my own home. And none the better my daughter had brought it in. One of the disgusting monsters that dare show its face here after the evil it had done so many years ago. He nervously walked in trying to look kind but I could see the hate in his eyes. This British man stood tall but I could see he was weak and afraid. I glanced from my traitor daughter, the stranger and finally at my pristine house where these two looked so out of place. My medals gleam brightly on the wall, Kumiko knows the pain I suffered for those and for Japan but this Jonathan does not.

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.

During the day before anything happened me and my friend Joseph made our way home to my house from the hiking trail we went on together he said to me when we were about to walk into the back yard when he said hey tonight I'm going to be riding my bike in Dover with my friend Ariel do you want to come with and for some reason I said yes. So he said I'll call you when it's time to go and well meet at my house I said ok again and he started making his way home.

Luster grabs his coffee cup and walks towards the door. He is going to return to what he knows best -- work.

They had been together for twenty-five years. He remembered the day he had first seen her. A beautiful young girl, with strawberry blonde hair that flowed down her back in waves. Freckles spotted her face and brought out the hazel in her eyes. A soft white skirt that swished when she moved. She was gorgeous, sitting among the flowers while the other girls played and danced with each other. She sat, staring at the clouds. He had been to nervous to speak to her, so he turned in the opposite direction, tripped, and fell in a puddle of mud. When he looked up, the other children were laughing at him, but she hadn't even noticed.

“Oh, dear God, please protect her,” Andrew prayed, knowing he may never see the love of his life again.

“Mommy, why does that guy look so weird?” said a little girl looking frightened as I walked by.