Creative Story : A Short Story

Imagine a couple flying millions of miles to adopt two children who have been abandoned by their parents. They gave me a second chance at a better life in the US. It all started in 2001, Saint Petersburg Russia, Carrie and Brendan flew over the seas. Traveled to a tiny town called Luga to pick up my brother and I. I was dressed in a child's dress and two hot pink bows. I was too young to remember most of these events but I’ve been told many times how it went. I was very curious when my parents came to meet me in the orphanage that I stayed in.

On a warm windy day as the pretty leaves fall off the trees outside the hospital, I was born. It was September 4,2002. I was born in Morgantown, West Virginia, near 10:30 PM and I weighted 6.10 pounds. My real mother was named Susan Smith and my father name was John Smith but they could not take care of care of me the right in the right ways so I was put up for adoption. I was a fun positive, and giggly baby my mom tells me. My father says that I still have that little fun and giggly child in me and to never let it go because its who I am.

"Ha! Gotcha now, doll!" Byron had dropped Jill off at Charles' place, to pursue her. He was gaining on CJ; so much that he could see her dashboard. He tapped her bumper from behind, and latched onto it. They were attached for miles. CJ steered her car into the rural area of town. She geared it in reverse and jumped out the door. Byron was thrown through his back windshield. She ran from both vehicles, as far as possible. Byron was after her; he couldn't allow her to live with the truth. It was a brick wall; she was trapped.

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.”

“My childhood was happy and pleasantly uneventful. I was the youngest child by 11 years and grew up in a middle class family with loving parents and sisters. I was a good student, a strong athlete and a happy and well­-adjusted child. Somewhere in the middle of Grade 6, however, my safe and simple childhood world began to unravel – and I didn't know how to react.

“Run! Trav there gaining on us!” screamed Aaron. The tall, 17 year old boy, with dark brown hair was what seemed like miles in front of Travis, his younger brother, even carrying all the supplies for 3 people. Travis, looking back every couple of seconds, weakly yelled “Wait Arron to the right that should take u- us back!” Arron took a sharp right into an alley way. He tackled the few biters that were in the way to clear a path so his brother could get through safely. “Righ- no go left! Your left!” After following his brother’s directions they made it back to the main road where there dad was waiting, screaming, with the window down for them to hurry. Arron threw the large duffel bags into the back of his dads old, 2 door, 2000 Dodge Dakota with the dented hood. Travis bolted around the truck to the opened door on the other side and leaped to safety while, Arron hopped in the back and tapped the top of the truck 3 times signaling to his dad it was okay to go. Immediately after they speed away down the highway littered with crashed cars, corpses, abandoned suitcases, and much more. Aaron let out a deep breath and sat with his arm perched on the side of the truck as he watched as the horde of zombies faded away. He slid around the cooler and pulled out a Gatorade, wiping away the water that dripped from the bottle, with the bottom of his ACDC shirt. He slid open the back glass of the truck and handed it to Travis. His dad glared at Arron then told his

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.

The place where my memory takes place is in Krasnodar, Russia. First, when I was born, my biological mother only could take care of me for eight months. Then I was put in an orphanage. The definition of an orphanage is an

Growing up as a kid wasn’t all that bad. There were good times, and then some really bad times. I had two parents that were married, two sisters, and one brother. We moved around a lot, and went to many different schools. It was almost normal to go to a new school every year. It eventually didn’t bother me anymore. We lived in a trailer park in Mills River NC. I remember a huge corn field right behind our house. The only thing separating us from it was a wide creek. It was really quite

It was saturday night, 1963 in England. Dakota Korte was looking for a place to stay that was cheap but also nice. He was in England for his aunt Martha who had gotten stomach cancer, but he had spent so much money on his trip here that he barely had enough to stay at any other places. While he was walking looking for some other options to stay a big sign in a window caught his eye, it said in big bold letters “BED AND BREAKFAST”. Before he got to the door to knock on it, the landlady had already come outside. He thought it was kind of odd she knew he was about to come in but he hadn’t even turned to walk up her steps. This was the only option he had and it was getting late so he took up her offer of a cheap price and let the women greet him inside.

In June of 2004 my sister and I were living in an orphanage in Tambov, Russia. We had been

All too quickly, Gemma and I found ourselves clacking down the metal stairs, arriving at the foot of the red room.

A chuckle escaped her parted lips when she heard what Octavia had asked her. She licked her lips, pushed down on the bottom and began to speak. “It took some time for me to figure out what need to be done to get back down here, to the ground.” She paused, pulling the radio from her lips. Head tilting off to the side as a laugh escaped her lips. Octavia was probably the only living person left who knew that she was the one that wasted 3 months of oxygen and not Finn. She lifted the radio back to her mouth, “We are here now and ready to get you guys out. It might take use a while.” She mused. “But we will get you guys out of there.” She released the button, lowering the radio she sat it down on a pile of rubble. Dark hues stared at it as she

The eyes of the painting followed me as I passed it. I was chilled to the

whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”