Creative Story : A Short Story

5 days after the questioning Maurice’s Mom and Icy come to visit Maurice. His mom wants Maurice to write a letter to his older brother Will, because Will is getting in alot of trouble and she wants Maurice help Will change his ways of being bad. Icy talks to Maurice about school and her grades and about her friends, and wants Maurice to write letters to her every week so they can talk. Later that day a kid named Luis gets in a fight with the one kid who that came from prison and Maurice tried to break the fight up and Mr.Cintron thought that Maurice was fighting but it was actually Luis. Mr.Cintron wouldn’t believe Maurice that he wasn't fighting so Maurice and that one kid went to solitary confinement

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

Wide eyed, wobbly kneed sixth grader slowly walked through the large middle school hallway crowded with kids, and searched for friends from fifth grade. Slowly took a step forward down the hallway that seems to go on forever, and looked around for her locker. She inhaled slowly and took a step down the distant hallway. Kids pushed, shoved, her slowly down the hallway. The sounds of her classmates loud voices overwhelmed her, this is nothing like elementary school she thought to herself. She looked slowly at the little numbers engraved into the dull lockers. The lockers seemed huge as they loomed over the little sixth grader, as she tried to remember where it was located. She finally spotted the locker she had been looking for, 387. She started

13-year old Bryan was in his comfy blue bed thinking of what he will do the following day. Tomorrow he will go to a shooting center in Sacramento. He is about to go to sleep when he hears his phone play a series of notes and chords. He realizes that it is a text from Ryan, his best friend. He lifts his cold black Samsung Galaxy S8+ off of its dark blue round wireless charger and looks at the message.

So there where these kids named Hacker, Skyler Nicole and Aware. Hacker loved video games Nicole loved her phone and Aware loved being funny and Skyler loved makeup and the mall. But one day it all changed Hacker and Nicole couldn't play video games and.Her phone for getting a F so nicole lost her phone for a few weeks and Hacker can’t play video games but hacker had his phone at least. So they Nicole,Hacker,skyler,Aware went to pizza Factory then Hacker phone went crazy it showed maps so they got in there car and it went to the middle of no where and saw something shining Skyler looked at her phone and dropped it and ran away to take cover Hacker said nothing is happening see until boom , boom, they looked at the shining thing they

As Thanksgiving was coming to a close. Two figures left a warm, cozy house. The aroma of many foods drafted out the door before it slammed shut. The figures was a boy and a girl both closely related but not so. The girl had blue eyes and blonde hair with pale skin while the boy had hazel eyes and brown hair and tan skin.

The long day had eventually met its end and all of the school paperwork had been shoved back into Sam’s backpack for the start of school next week. Sam thanked his dad for all of his help, pausing to see if he could ask for more. The father patted his son’s back and headed to the exit of the bedroom. Sam spoke out before he could leave.

Greg grins, waiting for his dad to come to the door. He waits. Nothing. He rings the bell again. Nothing. He begins to worry and he turns around to go get Lemon Brown. When he does, a policeman is standing there, right in his face. He yelps. ¨Are you Greg?¨, the policeman is practically screaming at him. Greg stammers and nods, he´s sweating now, waiting to hear what the policeman has to say. The police man backs away and Greg´s mother is there. She runs towards him crying. “Greg! Honey, are you ok?”, she struggling to speak because she crying really hard. As she says this she hugs him, and lets go of her grip when Greg says “I’m ok mom, let go.”

“Dad I don’t want to leave’’ Said Ty with a whimpering voice. Him also his Dad were moving out of their house because of the bad memories that will always be there. Ty’s mom had been murdered a week before. The police had never caught the murderer and that’s what started everything.

AOne of them, in my own home. And none the better my daughter had brought it in. One of the disgusting monsters that dare show its face here after the evil it had done so many years ago. He nervously walked in trying to look kind but I could see the hate in his eyes. This British man stood tall but I could see he was weak and afraid. I glanced from my traitor daughter, the stranger and finally at my pristine house where these two looked so out of place. My medals gleam brightly on the wall, Kumiko knows the pain I suffered for those and for Japan but this Jonathan does not.

“Whew, we made it onto the plane!” said Luke with a sigh of relief. “Time to buckle up so we can go to Brazil,” said the pilot. “Just in time,” Charlie said still panting. Luke tried to calm down and looked around. Charlie just sat looking out of the window curiously waiting. Boom! Right in front of their eyes they saw flames going up burning their body. Screaming in pain Luke got up to his feet and ran off with Charlie not far behind to the exit grabbing parachutes for themselves on the way. Charlie jumped out first covering his wound. Luke turned to the exit and jumped straight out bravely. Closer to the ground Luke told Charlie to pull the lever clumsily he pulled it. Luke followed catching up with him. They reached the ground taking off the parachutes as they stared straight at the flaming parts of the plane fall out of the sky. Charlie looked depressed that he was going to die at this deserted place while Luke was already looking for resources. Luke felt a shimmer breese coming from a river close by and started towards it. Charlie was following a bit behind Luke studying the surroundings.

After what seemed like a gunshot, it started with a loud bang and a brilliant flash of yellow light. A powerful shockwave had smashed its way into the hotel, decimating it, and leaving no survivors. The people in the hotel were instantly reduced to their most basic forms, blown away as microscopic carbon molecules.

The bell rings at precisely 8:05 and there is a mad rush as the Jr. High students rush to their lockers. Everybody starts hurriedly putting their belongings in their lockers to make it to their 1st period classes on time.

“It was the perfect day. The sun was shining, the wind was light and I couldn't have been happier. How could I have not been happy. I had a great day of school with all my friends, my mom bought me lunch and I was just on my way to the comic book store. It was a 6 year old's dream. I was skipping down the sidewalk, holding my mom’s hand when I noticed weird man in the alleyway. “Want some free comics?” he begrudgingly asked, and being the idiotic 6 year old I was, I let go of my mother’s hand and ran towards him.

On an icy, wintery night in New York City at midnight, a boy and his parents were walking home from the AMC theater in an alleyway. The eerie alley was spooky with open trash cans scattered everywhere. The boy, Clark Wayne, clutched onto his parents arms as he was intimidated by the dark.The 14 year old felt reassured after his parents told him he would be fine. Then two intense, bright flashes followed by two loud bangs. All Clark could hear was an ear-splitting ring in his ears, all Clark can see was his parents lying on the ground bleeding out everywhere. He looked to his right and in his line of sight, he observes a masked man dressed in black with a noticeable black and red snake tattoo on his forearm, sprint into the traffic on 84th street and disappear in the night. Clark couldn’t piece together what the tattoo was of. Clark couldn’t put the pieces together of this huge puzzle, but all he knew was that he wanted revenge for his parents. Was this a planned attack or out of the random?