Creative Story : A Short Story

It all began in Central City. A forensic scientist for the C.C.P.D (Central City Police Department) was at the scene of a murder by the infamous Mardon Brothers, two criminals who can rob banks in the blink of an eye. The scientist’s name is Barry Allen, and even though he looks happy and cheerful, he’s tormented. When he was 11 years old, his mother was murdered by an unknown force known as “the man in the yellow suit.” Barry said he saw red and yellow lightning surrounding his mother as she screamed in the center of their living room. His dad told his “little slugger three words he would never forget: “Run, Barry, run!” and was whisked away about a mile from his house by the mysterious yellow lightning.

Days ago they learned that Barry tried to commit suicide while he still was Hyde’s prisoner, only to be talk out of it thanks to Matthew, the same person who kept him alive in every sense of the word for over 2 months. Also, the same man who just killed himself in front of the young hero’ eyes. Barry came back to town to return the favor, to save his friend and to make things right for all the wrong he’s made, but it wasn’t meant to be. What now? Was Matthew’s death the last straw to finally push him over the edge, literally? That thought was clearly hunting everyone’s mind at the moment.

Barry Allen’s mother was killed when he was young. His father was accused of this crime, and he was sent to jail. Barry became a forensic scientist because of this. He was hit by a wave of dark matter that collided with a lightning bolt, giving him his powers. He then became the Flash. To achieve more speed Barry used something called a tachyonic enhancer, this enhances the speed force in his body, allowing him to go faster. Barry, being the hero, gives up his speed to save someone he cares about. But once

(12/10/01 at 8:55 p.m ) The lights were flashing, and coins were coming out of the machines. Barbee Williams was with her friends and they were drinking and partying, until all of a sudden this guy showed up. His name was Derrick Rath, he was 5’8”, has brown eyes like the desert, and he has spiky hair. Derick was talking to Barbee and they decided to go back to his place. They were walking to his car, but then suddenly BOOM! BOOM! Barbee got captured and Derrick was taped, tied up, and dazed. Then 5 minutes later,“ 911! What is the address of your emergency?” said the operator.

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

Two weeks later Barry woke up in a hospital surrounded by his family, Kate, Dr. Wells. Dr. Wells was the head of star labs and was concerned for Barry. At once they took him to star labs to examine his vitals. Surprisingly everything was normal and he was actually more healthy than he was before. The next morning he was running late for work and he needed to get to his car quick then a flash of light and he was downstairs with his cloths on teeth brushed and coffee in hand next to his car.

Summary: This episode of the Flash we see the West family bonding in the aftermath of Francine West’s death but all of their progress may regress due to Wally’s incessant need to drag race. Barry attempts to connect with Dr. Wells who is struggling with his well-guarded secret. A former victim uses his tar ability to get revenge on those who have wronged him. Review: I absolutely loved this episode of The Flash.

While she didn’t mean to just and intrude, Iris just needed to understand what was going on in Barry’s mind in order to help him, she just wished he would see it that way.

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.

I attempted to run away and I needed up a mile away from them. Then in 15 seconds I ran back to my house. I finally got the suit of and put on fresh clothes. I looked at the suit and it strangely had a lightning on the chest and on the ears. Then it all made sense, the speed, the suit, I was the flash. As I put the suit back on a black suited figure broke down my door. So as fast

Barry decided that he had had enough of live spent without his parents. He was going to get them back. But as it may seem impossible for Barry to get his parents back when they are already dead, but it is just a simple job for the hero Flash to do.

''It wasn’t him, it wasn’t really Barry!'' Said Iris, elevating her voice, making John turn around and stared in her eyes.

It was a friday night and I had just came home from school to take a nap. “Sophie does I think,” I said, slowly, confused. My mom nodded, “Your father wrecked his bike, we need to pick him up.” I was alone, my mom now asking Sophie the same question. The whole house was strangely quiet, and the only sound that was missing was the constant sound of my dad’s television.

The people on the huge transportation bus watched on as the beautiful young woman with the cane made her way up the many steps of the bus. She paid the driver, and used her hands to find the seats, walked down the aisle and found an empty place to sit. Once she settled in, she placed her bag on her lap placed her cane next to her. It had been a year since Gertrude, twenty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. She never understood why this had to happen to her; she was so young, it just isn’t fair.

"Alex hurry up before we leave you behind.”yelled dad. "I'm coming." I said picking up my guitar and violin. I ran down the stairs stopping by the door to look around one last time. My dad had just gotten a job promotion that required us to move, so we're leaving our small town in Ferndale Florida, to the big Apple New York. I picked up my box of songs and poems, that I didn't realize I put down, and put them in the trunk. I then picked up my kitten Louis, and got in the car. "How long is the drive," my little sister Lyssa asked. "About five hours," mom answered. "Great my butt will be numb in a matter of one hour," I groaned. "Will my piano be there by time we get there mom?” I asked. "Of course, we all know how crazy you'd be if you didn't have your instruments to play," mom replied. "That’s true, I'd go insane if I didn't have my babies with me," I said. After that everything went to being quiet, but the music playing in the background. About two and a half hours later, mom turned to us and asked “Do the two of you want to stop at Zaxby's for lunch?” “Sure that's cool,” we both replied. With that said, everything was once again quite, except for the sound of rumbling stomachs.