Creative Story : A Short Story

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

We were walking for a few hours. My feet throbbed and my ears were ringing from Taylor’s whining. Finally I could see it, the old abandoned house I discovered one day while riding my bike. The door was barely hanging onto its hinges, and there were several windows missing or broken. I pried open the splintering oak door. In the house there was two rooms. One, the one you first enter, was most likely a kitchen and living room. There was a sofa with faded fabric and springs popping out everywhere. An old furnace sat in the corner with rotting charcoal inside. The door of the furnace was missing rendering the whole thing useless. The other room was much smaller. It was a bedroom. There was a twin sized bed. The frame was rusty and missing a leg. I pulled the mattress off of it, so we could sleep on it. There were springs and stuffing sticking out of the mattress. It wasn’t too dirty to sleep on because I pulled off the moldy sheets. We laid down on the mattress. Taylor started snoring within minutes. I was worried about Mom. She had had a seizure before. It was because of her failing liver. Last time, social services took me and my sisters to a girl’s home. They served cooked vegetables that smelled like rotten seafood and chicken noodle soup with frozen chicken. After Mom got out of the hospital she got custody of us, but the judge told her if it happened again she wouldn’t get us back. My older sister, Becca, was eighteen so she didn’t have to

Well boy get on it. I start to put together my room and I fall asleep dreaming of how my new life will be. I was awaken by the high pitch screaming Nosie I sat the hoping that it would go away I sat the for a few moment then I decided to get up and ask my mom what it was I open the door to her room the door knob felt as it has not been moved for a while I walk in to the worst thing that any one could imagine I see my mom laying there lifeless

The sky was dark with only the street lights there to help me see. It was around 9:00 PM and I saw that the lights were still on inside my house. Now that meant that my parents were still up, so I knew they were going to be angry. I was hanging out with some friends and just didn’t want any of it from my parents. I opened the door and the second I stepped into the house, my mom started yelling.

It’s 8:54 p.m. I hear keys and the door opening. I run down the stairs to the door and standing right in front of me is my mother. My mother had me up all night worrying about whether she was ok or not. My mom takes off her shoes and asks me to come sit on the couch with her. We sit down and my mom begins to speak.

    I remember it was the summer before my junior year. My indie bedroom was just down the hallway from our dainty living room. I was sound asleep when I was awakened by soft screams and yells. I can vividly remember asking myself “whats happening”. I sat up abruptly and walked over to the light. Suddenly my mom burst through the door and with the softest whisper she said “call 911”. I was hesitant. It took me about five minutes to actually dial the number let alone call. I finally called while shaking like a leaf in fall. I proceeded to get up with steps as light as a mouse. Opening my bedroom door ever so gently to go and see what happened. The screams and yells grew louder and louder as I approached the living room.. I saw my brother screaming at my mother, father and his girlfriend. I scurried back to my room in a panic. I didn't

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

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.

I headed to the front of the farm trying to swerve around the monsters I had gotten used to. I thought about asking other families help. Instead I turned on my Blackberry which I had recently gotten for my birthday, and called my mom. They did not question where everyone else was, because they knew as soon as I stepped into the middle seat of the van I was not okay. The only thing they asked about was my experience, which I responded to with fake answers. We headed towards Buffalo Wild Wings ate some dinner, because it was around 7 to 8 p.m . I confessed to them the truth into what happened at the park, although not the whole truth. My parents were talking and the radio was on, yet they all felt very distant. My head was hurting and I was tired, and before I knew it I was knocked

Emma and my adopted father were helping me move in. It was late at night, my dad and Emma had left when I thought I heard something downstairs. I went downstairs to check it out when I heard the door close. I went to see if someone came in the house, but there was no one there and I assumed Emma left it open and the wind pulled it shut so I did not mind. When I went back upstairs, I decided to go to sleep. I dreamed about the night my mother died. I thought that was weird because that night had never bothered me. I just assumed that it was because of the house and all of the

I was in shock of the word that came out of my mom's mouth. I went back into my room and ate my ramen noodles. Slowly, just staring at the wall. It was 5:00 in the afternoon. Our house was a complete mess. Clothes everywhere, food, And just everything around the house. To be honest I don't even know how all these stuff get in here. For the past few days my mom was just in her room sobbing, having my dad's clothes on her bed smelling them. I was scared to walk in the room because I know she would yell at me and scream these horrible things that I know she don't mean. I took a deep breath. *opens the creaky door, while

After getting around four hours of sleep, I woke up and felt like watch T.V and eating something. Waking up from what I thought was my bed, I went to the turn on the light, but the switch was not there. Looking around the room I found the switch and soon realized I was not sleeping on the small light blue bed that was at my apartment. As a child, my dad had told me that if I ever am ever lost call to call him as quick as I can, and so I went out looking for a

It was in the middle of the night. My family was all asleep in their respective homes. I was sound asleep in my bed when I heard the phone ring. I woke up from the ringing, but thought nothing of it because my dad had always gotten alarm calls in the middle of the night for his shops he owned. I figured this was just another alarm call. I sat for a little longer in my bed listening to my dad answer the phone. After a while, I heard my mom take the phone from my dad, and she started sobbing. I had no idea what was going on, so I just went back to bed. My mom woke me up earlier than usual, and I could tell she had been up all night. She explained to me that we weren’t going on the vacation anymore because something had happened to my cousins’ family. She explained to me that my uncle, who was a truck driver, had gotten a stroke in the middle of the night while he was

It was now 3:59 PM, and unfortunately, I woke up to the sound of screaming, but it was not that blood curdling scream you hear just before someone gets murdered in a movie, it was more of a cheerful kind of scream. So, I ran down stairs to see what all the commotion was about. I saw my two older brothers who were at the time 16 and 15 years old and my mom and dad. My father was holding some sort of cake in his hands. He told me my mother and he had gone to Sam's club to buy a few things.