Creative Story : A Short Story

"I’m sorry" I screamed, my voice cracking and the voices silenced, as if considered my

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but I was surprised to hear you speak. You hadn't said a single word yet so I was worried that you were a mute or something along those lines."

Hundreds of passengers passed through each day, baggage in hand aggressively arguing their innocence. He dealt with them strictly. His angled nose, stiff facial features and intimidating nature fit perfectly with the intense atmosphere of the customs and quarantine unit.

"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.

I woke up with a start with sweat dripping down my face. Then suddenly I realized I was screaming. My high-pitched scream rang out against the overly quiet dorm. I could taste the stale air coming into my room. Shaking hard I screamed for my roommate to wake up and help me calm down, right then I realized I wouldn’t get any help from my roommate though; she was gone. Just like everyone else she was sleeping in her parents warm and cozy house on Christmas break. I, on the other hand, had been fighting nightmares ever since the start of Christmas break the vivid images replaying older and over in my head. I could remember the scorching smoke finding its way to my house and pouring in. The fire ravaging house after house never satisfied enough with what it had eaten. It caught up to my house and we ran. We ran like there was no tomorrow and there wasn't for some of us. My sister tripped and I went back for her, meanwhile, the rest of my family kept on running not clear on the events happening around them. They ran further into the smoke, and by the time I got to my sister I could not see them. The fire jumped out and circled around us, engulfing everything that was in the circle surrounding us. There was nowhere to go without getting burned and then a miracle happened. A stranger came out of the clearing and helped us get out. We ended up living with him until he died years later, leaving us alone with his house. He was like a father to us even through the hardest

“ Will I ever get another best friend like her?” This was the question that raced through my mind as I was packing my bags. I had just found out that my best friend was moving states, the thought of this broke me. Megan and I had been so close as friends and now she was just leaving. That is the moment that I realized you can’t take for granted the people you appreciate in your life.

“Another day another dollar” I kept reminding myself, “ picking up after all these spoiled brats.”

The voices continue upstairs, growing louder as time goes on; James hears the clock ticking, seconds seeming to go by faster and faster, his heart mimicking their rapid rate. He takes a shaky breath and considers, just for a moment, turning around and leaving. Surely there are ways around this. Surely he can do something else besides this. This can’t be the only option. No one even knew he came here today, if he left it would almost be like he was never here. He moves to grab his hat and leave, the sooner the better, but just then she appears at the top of the staircase. Suddenly everything in the house seems unsightly in her presence; the stain glass windows, the velvet curtains, the ornate lamps, all hideous compared to her. He sucks in his breath unintentionally, before remembering his hatred of her; he immediately recomposes himself. His reaction is understandable; her alluring looks capture the interest of everyone, gaining her the reputation for the most beautiful girl in town. He knows from personal experience, however, that her beauty is only skin deep. She glances around the foyer, as if scanning the area for the distasteful reason her morning tea was interrupted. Her eyes find his and a small smile crosses her face. She descends the stairs slowly, leaving James uncomfortably questioning whether he should wait to speak or begin talking while she walks towards him. Before he can decide, she begins her form of a greeting.

The last number seventy-three bus for the night had dropped off its last three passengers on the opposite side of the road next to the betting office. The bus rumbled towards the turning circle, leaving the departed passengers wobbling inside the dilapidated bus shelter.

Adán sat down on one of the swings in the park on 223rd Street and watched some children play on the slide and monkey bars. He sighed contentedly as the children's laughter echoed in the air.

Despite being told not to worry Yumichika still did and it was that worry that drove him to seek out Naoko. She had been absent all morning though he had caught feel of her reiatsu so he knew she wasn’t too far and in no danger. But the idea of her being alone bothered him since the last two occasion she had been alone she had almost been kidnapped or brought back with burnt bleeding hands.

“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.

Snow fell quietly in the evening sky the only thing breaking that calm was the heavy foot falls of a man, a man who was running out of time.

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

What was that? DeNyce thought as she shivered in the tent. It was chilly that night, but not enough to make you genuinely shiver. The blood-curdling scream she’d heard came from the broken-down, spooky house that her friends were in. [at least she thought] Were the rumours true that Nancy had said? No, DeNyce consoled herself, Ghosts aren’t real. She didn’t want to say anything to make her presence known to whoever or whatever was there! Wait a minute, it’s 12:01 a.m! It’s my birthday! DeNyce thought to herself, my friends aren’t even here to celebrate… like always… Come to think of it, I wonder where my friends are… I feel hurt they sort of abandoned me here. She heard the wind whistling outside, the owls hooting, and saw the faint lights of cars on the evening of Halloween. This environment was like a horror movie! DeNyce was concerned about the safety of her friends if it was this scary in the tent. What can I do… I can stay here like a coward, or go out there and help my friends! It took DeNyce a minute to think, seeing and saving her friends was her main priority.