Creative Story : A Short Story

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

A moron named Jack lived with his half moron mother in a rusty devastated shack on a rotten farm growing only thorns. All they had that was considered a luxury was their skinny cattle that produced very little milk. As soon as the cattle stopped producing milk, the mother wanted Jack to go sell it.

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.

One day, on a nice and sunny day, there was a family driving in their car to there grandmother’s house. They were happy and nothing was stopping them, until something did. They were jamming out to Taylor swifts newest songs and out of no where, came a truck. The father didn't have time to react so they collided. When they collided a wave of dark matter hit the daughter, who was the only survivor of the crash. The daughter’s name was Alex Smoak.

Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, remembering when she was a young girl, warm milk helped her to fall asleep, Marlene went to the kitchen and prepared some, but tonight it didn’t help. Picking up her purse, she whispered, “I need some fresh air.”

“Ouch!” Nova mumbled, sitting up and holding her head. It felt like She had been hit with a baseball bat. Nova, a teenage girl with long black hair and skin of a dark complexion, had a terrible headache. While slowly getting up to examine her environs, she realizes she was in the middle of what seemed to be an abandoned circus tent. It featured innumerable lifeless aspects to the point it didn’t look like a circus anymore. There were few rusted metal chairs and leftover rubbage. The weather-beaten tent was ridden with holes and it reeked of mold. There was one more item to inspect, a rope. She walks over to the rope and pulls it out of curiosity. Due to this action, the curtain behind her rose, revealing an empty stage. Suddenly, the lights went out and when they came back on she was in the center of the tent once more; the only nuance was the man standing on the stage.

“I’m sorry buddy, but you do.” replied the conscience-stricken mother, “Why don’t you want to go?”

With tears pouring down her face, Marlene pleaded, “Please, listen to me. I don’t know how the earring got in my mother’s house, but my husband will be furious when he learns you’re holding it.”

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

It was a cold New Year’s Eve night, as I stumble down the lonely streets with my almost empty bottle of champagne. Slurring my words, vision blurred, and constantly losing my train of thought. I hear a loud BANG! The bottle falls to the ground and shatters on the sidewalk. I jumped, but then I realized it was the fireworks. It was a new year, and I am a new man. My wife, Margaret had left me, and took the kids with her. I don’t blame her for what she did, I blame myself. At this point the only thing I have left on this earth is me. On the bright side, I am now 25, my birthday was about an hour ago. Then I hear another loud bang noise, but this time it was a lot closer. As I turn to investigate a, black hood is thrown over my head and covers my blurry vision. I am thrown into a metal like floor, and then hear an accelerator as I slide and hit a metal door. I feel a small prick in my neck and am out like a light.

“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.

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

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.

Selison opens his eyes and sees a vast expanse of trees surrounding him. They reach beyond his sight and despite no trace of sunlight, the forest is exceptionally well lit. It is silent, though. There are no calls or screeches from any animals. The trees don’t sway and no insects crawl on the dirt beneath his feet. All around him is a silent, endless forest. With a deep breath, Selison reaches back for Deomacht. He gasps softly when it isn’t on his back.

“You’d never believe me if I told you that I cared, but it's true and I can prove it.” Johnny promised. He looked down at the sad face of his younger brother, Oliver. He had tears running down his rosy cheeks and sniffed. He didn’t reply back.