Creative Story : A Short Story

One main obstacle that stood out in the text was when she encountered the hunter and his dog. In this scene Phoenix was on the ground because she had fell and the hunter had showed up and helped her up. Once he had her standing on her own two feet he had began questioning her and telling her that she needs to go back home, but she ignored what he was saying. She knew the reason for making this long, enduring trip and she was not going to turn back now. He (the hunter) even went so far as to take his gun and point it directly in her face. This did not bother her nor even scare her. She just stood still and faced him because that was all she knew how to do. After this incident he still tried to

Phoenix realizes that she must keep on going so as she keeps going she passes through various of places which are all dead which kind of makes her fell like if it was meant to be there for her. So that helped her keep going she remembers that there is a gum tree near by which water flows from it so as she reaches the gum tree she drinks from it and remembers all the times she would go through there. She continues her journey and is approached by a dog that knocks her over into a ditch she asks fell help but there is no one around until a white hunter shows up and helps her out. He asks her what is an old lady like her doing out there in the woods and as if he feels he is more superiorto her, he points the gun he has at her and she doesn’t say anything. He asks her aren’t u afraid grandma but she say no that she has had that happen to her plenty of times and she won’t be afraid he drops a nickel on the ground but he doesn’t realize it. Phoenix rallies his dog up and another dog comes and the hunter’s dog and that other dog start to fight and she quickly picks up the nickel and puts it away hiding it from the hunter. The hunter comes back and tells her if he had money he would give it to her but he doesn’t. the hunter lied to her and then he goes about his own way she finally reaches Natchez and as

The creature was spraying something and it stunk, and Jashise tasted blood. They spotted a window and a rock. Paige picked up the sticky rock and chunked it at the old window. The window shattered into a houndred pieces. They all jumped

His knee dropped right on top of the broken glass, cutting deep into it, and when his knee hit the hard tiled floor, a bone tore through, busting his skin open. Blood gushed out and a loud bellowing howl followed.

He stretched his wings out and walked over to the window. Lilith didn’t know what was about to happen, but her adrenaline increased as her excitement of the new unknown came to be. He kicked open the window and looked down the several stories below them. In an instant, he jumped out and began to soar with Lilith in his arms. She could feel the wind whipping against her skin and pulled herself closer to Anthony so she wouldn’t fall.

I shuddered and momentarily shut my eyes tightly. Thereafter, I looked up and the small bird was lost like a teardrop in a field of snow. "It is such a cruel world", I thought to myself. Abruptly, out of nowhere, the small bird reappeared from the crevice, puffed out her chest and made strong eye contact with the falcon's fearsome black beady eyes. The much superior falcon could only retreat and flew slowly into the distance as a big relieving sigh escaped my body. Cool soothing raindrops started falling on my face so I swiftly darted/scuttle/hastened

His last flutter is silent. Feathers engulf his tiny rusted birdcage. At that moment, I know how insignificant life is. The thought of something coming into this world just to die shortly after is disturbing. Trapped inside his bronze bars, tickled with turquoise peelings, submitting to the small confines of that cage, never knowing anything more that the protection of those iron bars. . . . His minuscule talon makes a last pulse shaking, then goes as still as a rock. Heavy but silent, I stand there bloodstained and shaking; fragility and innocence crushed by petty mistakes.

Steamy air soaked Fianna’s clothes as she and Tan-tak-kle-ah tussled their way closer to the brink. A mere foot from the collapsing lip, Fianna sunk her knee into the Owl Woman’s groin, freeing herself and crawling away. With her nose and mouth filled with dust, she struggled to her feet, coughing and wheezing. Disoriented by the light, but astonishingly agile, the Owl Woman also stood, her back to Fianna. She lifted her feathered arms as if she were going to take flight and emitted a shrill wail that reverberated throughout the

"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.”

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.

The crow was staring right at him. “It couldn’t possibly be you that’s saying all of those things,” he said as he approached the bird. Still, the words of that creepy voice loomed in his head- accept me. James stared at the bird, eyes wide. That's when the crows eyes begin to smoke... James was taken aback. How could this be happening? The crow’s eyes were as dark as coal. It hurt James’ pale eyes just to look at them. Spreading its wings, the crow lunged at James; he screamed. What was happening? James fell backwards, his eyes now felt heavy. The last thing he saw before he past out was the crow, and the smoke, taking the shape of what looked like a

I shuddered and momentarily shut my eyes tightly. I then looked up and the small bird was nowhere to be seen. Lost like a tear drop in a field of snow. "Poor bird" I whimpered. "It is such a cruel world" I thought to myself. Then abruptly, out of nowhere, the small bird reappeared from the crevice, puffed out it's chest and made strong eye contact with the fearsome black beady eyes of the vicious falcon. The much superior falcon could only retreat and flew slowly into the distance as I let out a big sigh of relief. Cool soothing drops of rain started falling on my face so I quickly

A few paces further and he felt the return of the great bird as it pecked and swiped at the back of his exposed neck. “No!” he screamed, flailing his arms, again connecting with his attacker hard enough with one wild swipe to smack it against

So the Phoenix fluttered up through the grey space of the tower and vanished at the top, and it was not till it had quite gone that Jane said--