Creative Story : A Short Story

Tyler was tired. He didn’t exactly remember why, and he didn’t want to try to, either because it would take too much energy. He could have been doing homework, or he could have been playing video games. He didn’t really care. He said goodnight to Jake, his dog. Surprisingly, he didn’t fall asleep instantaneously. It was like his body didn’t want him to sleep.

One day, I woke up to find myself staring at a dark, dreary, and wet cave ceiling. "Ugh, Cira, how did you get here...." I said to myself. A drop of water fell straight onto my face, so I decided to get out of this cave. Cold and wet, I tried to find my way home, but my silky dress kept getting caught on pointy rocks. "Stupid rocks," I murmured under my breath. As I finally got my dress unstuck, I heard a loud scream. "Oh no...." I thought. "Not Liberty again..." Liberty Sword was a mad scientist. She was my best friend until I accidentally turned the potion she was working on into a cat. She screamed and yelled at me and said she had been working on it for nearly two years. Liberty told me to get out and to never come near her again and we were sworn enemies and blah, blah, blah. Now she liked to experiment on other people and monsters.

"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.

“They’re probably around somewhere. “No.” She shook her head. “They’ve been missing for at least a half an hour. I thought they were climbing the hill…”Then we all froze. You can hear someone yelling. It sounded like it was coming from the church. “I’ll get them, don't worry!” I started running , a man caught my arm. “I'll get them, You kids stay out.” I jerked loose and ran on. All I could think about was that we started it. I through a rock at the window and pulled myself in. I took a deep breath and started coughing. “Where’s the kids?” “In the back I guess?” I hollered, we started stumbling through the church. The cinders and embers began falling on us. We pushed open the door to the back room and found four or five little kids, about eight or younger, huddled in a corner. One was screaming his head off, and Johnny yelled, “Shut up! We’re going to get you out!” He looked over his shoulder and saw that the door was blocked by flames, then we pushed open the window and tossed out the nearest kid. I picked up a kid and he bit me, but I leaned out the window and dropped him as gently as I could. I could hear Dally screaming at us. I picked up kids as fast as I could. The Roof was falling, I heard abruptly “Get out!”.

Stepping out onto her small porch Laurel placed her hands her hands at her hips, head turning from side to side, to gaze at the city. Everything looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe that sooner or later everything would change, war was on the horizon whether they like it or not. She muttered out a sigh as she reached her hand up to rub at her forehead. She blinked a few times when she caught sight of Cain. “Here goes nothing.” She mumbled to herself as she walked down the small steps. She met Cain at the gates, a slight smile played at her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep everything in check. I won’t allow anyone to blow anything up.” She stated with a slight nod of her head. Her right hand fell to rest atop her gun, “Make sure you don’t kill anyone else Cain. If we want to win this war we are going to need the numbers.” She muttered out in a soft voice, a hint of announce could be heard.

“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

It was a dark halloween night. 7 year old Sophie and 13 year old Tommy were just heading home from trick-or-treat. Their town was a good place to go trick-or-treating.The neighbors always knew what candy the kids wanted. They remarkably knew what the Robinson family liked. (Sophie and Tommy) Just as they were heading in the door, Tommy saw something strange across the street. It was something he had never seen before. He saw his father watching television and he could smell fresh collard greens, mashed potatoes, and a big juicy steak. All he could think about was eating but he kept looking over at that house figure. Immediately, he took Sophie in and told his mom he was going to the Little Quick Market around the corner to get salt and pepper. Of course she said okay. Tommy slowly walked over toward the house.

"Where the fuck are we going, the border's West." The hulking six-foot three, heavily tattooed Latino removed a ham-size first from the steering wheel and glared at the man in the passenger seat.

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.

“Glad you two were able to come in at the last minute.” Coates pointed them towards the seats in the interview room. It was best for her to head up the interview, giving it a softer approach from a feminine perspective.

It was a nice morning in the small town of Radium, Colorado. As Chris walked out of his house, he saw the frost on the grass, saw his breath in the air, and felt the cool breeze blow through his clothes. It was the perfect morning to go hunting. After all, he still had one more tag to fill. So, he walked back into his house, made himself a cup of coffee, put on his clothes, brushed his teeth, grabbed his gun, and headed out to his truck. As he walked outside, his neighbor saw him and came over to talk to him. Naturally, Chris said “Hey Jim! How's it going?” Jim replied back “Pretty good. You going hunting this morning?” “Of course. I still have one more doe tag to fill. It's nice and cold right now so they'll be down low to try and stay warm.” Chris tells Jim. “Where are you going?” Asks Jim. Chris replies “I'm going over to area 15. A place right across from Baldy mountain.” Right when Chris said that, Jim’s face turns pale white. “What's wrong Jim? You look as if you've just seen a ghost.” “It's nothing. I just remembered. I have to go. I'll talk to you later.” Jim says shakily while running back into his house. Confused, Chris walks back to his truck and starts it up. He didn't understand what the big deal about him going up there was. As he got up there, the road got a little bit rough but it wasn't any worse than any of the other roads he had been on while hunting. The only sketchy thing was that there was a cliff to the left of him and the road was pretty narrow. Then,

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the hospital, not a baby was crying, not even...Nick. Tonight was the night that Santa was born. He had a twin brother named Kris, and they were born 3 minutes apart!

It is Monday morning, Tommy is getting ready for school and he cannot stand still for one minute,

“I don’t like living with you. You’re hateful and cruel,” Billy screamed as Linda tried in vain to quiet him.