Creative Story : A Short Story

Mikal sat across from Tracy, one of the Golden Heart’s analysts. He fixated on her stale, boxed-in office, the simulated wavy fields, the dark forest behind it, a sunset steeped in crimson clouds, the sounds of birds migrating—all of it tracing their way behind her and around the office. Centering on Tracy’s face, she crinkled her pink neon lit lips into a smile and tapped her glowing neon pink nails upon her metal desk.

“ You seem like a really nice kid that’s why I was wondering why you are here” Karen said.

“I feel good.” Sabra replied. “I’m honestly glad you’re back in Costelios. Making new friends is such a hassle, promise me you’re staying this time.”

“Non posso crederci che l’hai detto” She eventually grunts at Anya who is chuckling, hands in the back pockets of her dark jeans, one hip tilted to one side. /I can’t believe you said that/

“Run! Trav there gaining on us!” screamed Aaron. The tall, 17 year old boy, with dark brown hair was what seemed like miles in front of Travis, his younger brother, even carrying all the supplies for 3 people. Travis, looking back every couple of seconds, weakly yelled “Wait Arron to the right that should take u- us back!” Arron took a sharp right into an alley way. He tackled the few biters that were in the way to clear a path so his brother could get through safely. “Righ- no go left! Your left!” After following his brother’s directions they made it back to the main road where there dad was waiting, screaming, with the window down for them to hurry. Arron threw the large duffel bags into the back of his dads old, 2 door, 2000 Dodge Dakota with the dented hood. Travis bolted around the truck to the opened door on the other side and leaped to safety while, Arron hopped in the back and tapped the top of the truck 3 times signaling to his dad it was okay to go. Immediately after they speed away down the highway littered with crashed cars, corpses, abandoned suitcases, and much more. Aaron let out a deep breath and sat with his arm perched on the side of the truck as he watched as the horde of zombies faded away. He slid around the cooler and pulled out a Gatorade, wiping away the water that dripped from the bottle, with the bottom of his ACDC shirt. He slid open the back glass of the truck and handed it to Travis. His dad glared at Arron then told his

“Ty!?” The woman reels back at the answer. She almost immediately grunts and then collapses to her knees as she looks down to her arms. As the four warriors huddle around her Selison kneels down in front of her and looks her over.

Sydney cringed. "Oh, really? You think?" His eyes narrowed. It seemed he didn't appreciate the sarcasm. "Will you be there for

Selison grunts and groans as he begins to stir. He tries to fall back asleep but keeps waking up. Eventually something grabs hold of him and yanks him out of bed. He lets out a shout as he falls out of the covers and slams onto the floor, waking Jade, who instantly groans when the hangover hits. Selison hops up to his feet, activates his eyes, extends his talons and is ready to fight. Before he can get his bearings, however, Xasalamel tosses Selison Deomacht, which he catches.

“Look at me.” Selison’s tone is much calmer. Jade looks up to him with a defeated expression. Selison instantly forgets everything he was going to say and is forced to think of something on the spot. He looks away from Jade quickly and scratches the back of his head.

It was saturday night, 1963 in England. Dakota Korte was looking for a place to stay that was cheap but also nice. He was in England for his aunt Martha who had gotten stomach cancer, but he had spent so much money on his trip here that he barely had enough to stay at any other places. While he was walking looking for some other options to stay a big sign in a window caught his eye, it said in big bold letters “BED AND BREAKFAST”. Before he got to the door to knock on it, the landlady had already come outside. He thought it was kind of odd she knew he was about to come in but he hadn’t even turned to walk up her steps. This was the only option he had and it was getting late so he took up her offer of a cheap price and let the women greet him inside.

2 pip I took a step back. I even let you move in here. I'm not being irrational! - I thought...

“True, when so divided, power becomes a prime concern.” Selison turns around and then walks up to the two of them. He then places his hand delicately on his son’s bald head. His eyes are barely open but their deep blue shines through like a light. He smiles even wider before taking his hand off and looking over to his sister who is obviously holding something back. Jade chuckles softly upon seeing her.

Selison’s bones creak and groan under the incredible force. His muscles burn as every fiber in his being screams. He clenches his jaw and pushes back. Kasol slams her foot into his stomach causing him to gasp. She stands over top of him and presses down more. The two of them growl at each other as they push and vie for position. Neither one yields.

Huge fire burning. Screams louder and louder as the night goes on. People one by one. A huge bonfire party was going. The night of a lifetime. The biggest party of the year. But Skyler a tall brown haired brown eyed girl and her best friend Rylie a blonde haired harsh green eyed girl didn’t mind missing the blast. The girls were out for danger and more than they had planned. Rylie honestly didn't want to go threw with the plan her best friend Skyler had come up with but she went anyways. In Georgia there was a big town called Carrollton and there was an old abandon house that had legends upon legends about it. The most popular being a old lady lived there with her husband and the husband went crazy and made a lab in the basement to try to kill the ones who had disrespected him. And like now at least one person did not agree with it but let it happen. But one day his lab test went wrong and killed the woman and the husband. And the man is still going and working to kill each and every person. “I don't wanna do this sky.” Rylie paused. “My mom died kinda like this poor woman and I don't wanna get into that”

As i’m looking at this body lying in the road I wonder to myself who this guy might be and what happened to him. I’m going to get to the bottom of this case. I take a look at the contents of stuff in his pocket and see if I can figure anything at by just looking at his things. I decide to head into town that is nearby and see if he is from there. While the drive to town was quiet the town was as any other town would be, noisy and busy. I stop at the nearest bar that I can find. I go inside and see if I can find anything out about our dead man. The bartender who I speak to tells me her name is sara, I show her the picture of the man. She says that's Rick Prattz, he comes in every tuesday and plays pool with a few other guys that come here every tuesday. I now know what those quarters in his pocket were from. She also mentioned that he was a very well known guy in this town, everyone seemed to like him. I ask if she might know his address and she writes it down, and i leave. I drive around the town until i come up on his house. I start to walk up the driveway and stop and thinks to myself about how i'm going to get inside. Then it hits me, I have the key that was in his pocket. I keep walking and when I get to the front door I try the key on the door and to my liking it worked. I walked in and started looking around for any clues why he might have been found in the road dead. There are tons of pictures of him and the same girl found in the picture he had in his pocket. I