Creative Story : A Short Story

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

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 were running through my mind, I didn’t know what to think. I arrived at my house and just ran up into my room, avoiding all verbal contact.

The Elark lunged for him again, grabbing his amulet and trying to rip it off of his neck, Phoenix raised an arm and swung, catching the creature on the side of his face, a small cut on the Larks cheek began to bleed profusely where Phoenix’s ring had struck him. He roared in pain and staggered backwards, Nix tried to take the moment to feel for his phone that had been lost in the scuffle. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled across the floor, shards of broken glass sticking into his palms. It was impossible to see through the smoke and rubble, he was trying to concentrate all of his energy into his hands but he couldn’t seem to make a spark. He didn’t want to yell because if there were more Larks nearby it would only draw them in, he was by himself.

Snow fell quietly in the evening sky the only thing breaking that calm was the heavy foot falls of a man, a man who was running out of time.

Grabbing her arm he pulls her behind him; eventually unable to keep up with his long strides, she falls to the ground. Scratching and cutting her legs as she is drug through rock and debris, she bites her lip trying not to cry. The burning sensation in her arm is intense; afraid it will break she cries out, “Please, stop.” Looking back, his face pales at her disheveled appearance and bleeding legs. Bending down he picks her up and cradles her in his arms. “Where are you taking me?”

“Sango, Toll Gate, Pleasure, Ile Epo! Sango, Toll Gate, Pleasure, Ile Epo!” the conductor screamed as he walked towards Toyosi, his right hand stretched out, shoulder slouched. She squeezed her face and eyed him, his 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 to avoid him, swerving and throwing her face away. She wasn’t about to let him contaminate her goods.

Feeling something small nick your cheek, you fade back into the almost empty restaurant. The group B.A.P surrounds you in laughter. Another hit lands near your eye, you scan the small crowded table. Zelo. Bored and searching for trouble, he finishes loading the straw with paper bullets, aiming at you. Knowing no one is paying any attention you pretend to slice your neck, signaling for him to quit or he's dead meat. He simply points the straw toward DaeHyun. A devious smile growing.

“Hey folks are you okay in there? I saw the explosion and got here as quickly as I could.” “Yes, Leonard we are a little banged up but we should be fine can you move what is blocking the door I can’t get it to give way!” Salomon shouted though the barricaded door. “This cargo is too heavy for just one man see if one of you can fit though the porthole!” Leonard yelled back as water rushed in from the side filling up the hallway then started leaking into the bedroom soaking their shoes. “Papa what are we going to do the window is too small for you or Mama to go through? How do we get out?” Salomon realizing what had to be down looked at his wife and that was all he had to do and she understood so both of her parents kneeled down to Victoria’s level and said “Kitten you will have to go through that window alone.” Victoria’s eyes rippled in her tears as they fell off her face like a stream she tried to respond and asked her parents “How do you get off I can’t go without you we have to find another way.” Celina ran her hand though her daughter’s smooth hair while Salomon wiped the tears from her soft face. “Sweetheart we are not going to give up we will do everything to get out of here with hopefully with Leonard’s help but if we can’t find a way out you will have a better chance of surviving you must go ahead just remember that we love you Victoria.” Then they took her hand and opened her palm and putting a small, gold knife with a small ruby at the meeting point between the

“Well here goes another day, what do you want to do today Colby,” I said.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Emma!” my uncle, Brian, yelled at my cousin Emma, who was 12 years old at the time, as we swerved on the bumpy canal bank.

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.

The girl trudges down the lonely stretch of road, the shoulder straps of her backpack cutting into her shoulders and the blue plastic cooler she pulls behind her straining her muscles. Ugh, why did she have to be such an obedient daughter? Of course, she didn’t want to be rude and say, “Bring a bunch of food to grandma who lives all the way across town when we don’t have a car? Screw that!”, because she would never do that, but she was starting to regret not being a bit more persistent against going.

“That’s it!” shrieked mama Guppy, “I am not putting up with this any longer, I want you out of this house, you are old enough now to get your own house.” The first guppie was complaining that he didn't want to move out, the second and third Guppie just laughed at him, “Oh don't you think that laughing will help you two either, I want all of you out of my house, it’s what is best for you.” All three guppys groaned in harmony and dragged themselves out the door, but before they left mama Guppy yelled out “Be carefully while building your houses you wouldn't want a shark to come up and get ya!”

“It’s been decided,” Taylor hissed with a clenched jaw, “Now hurry up, we’re almost inside.”

The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.