Creative Story : A Short Story

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.

“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

It was a dark halloween night. 7 year old Sophie and 13 year old Tommy were just heading home from trick-or-treat. Their town was a good place to go trick-or-treating.The neighbors always knew what candy the kids wanted. They remarkably knew what the Robinson family liked. (Sophie and Tommy) Just as they were heading in the door, Tommy saw something strange across the street. It was something he had never seen before. He saw his father watching television and he could smell fresh collard greens, mashed potatoes, and a big juicy steak. All he could think about was eating but he kept looking over at that house figure. Immediately, he took Sophie in and told his mom he was going to the Little Quick Market around the corner to get salt and pepper. Of course she said okay. Tommy slowly walked over toward the house.

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

Then he would then see the same girl he had a crush on everyday in and out of class. “ I had this problem because Eileen actually looked at me one day on the way to school. ( Paulsen 132) He asked her to the movie’s and she accepted. Along the way, he dressed casually and was all nervous through the way even if he was looking at her. He wasn’t really sure what he was said but he was too quiet. The watched the movie” The Thing” and through half way he was really nervous. He didn’t move, drink one of his Cola he ordered, or even talked. He laid still as the clouds through the air. This was a nerve wracking moment for him but he enjoyed it. He at least got to spend time with the girl he liked and he didn’t hate it at

Looking into the girl’s eyes’ I could see my mother. I remembered the nights where I lay in bed, listening to the sound of the fighting. My mother would shout, my father would yell back, and then screaming, and whimpering. I remembered how would bury my face into my pillow, hoping I could also bury the problems. My father’s new job in Australia was our ticket to a better life, although it meant leaving my best friend behind.

It was dark out in Central City. Barry’s mom Nora tucked him up and gave him a kiss, she said “sweet dreams my beautiful boy”. Barry went to sleep. A few hours past by. Barry woke up to strange sounds. He saw the water of his fish bowl levitate. It was happening all over his room! He went downstairs and he saw a red and yellow blur. He started screaming because his mom was on the floor with a knife in her heart. In a split second he saw a man in the yellow blur, then he disappeared. His dad, Henry said “run barry run” and out of nowhere he was blocks away from his house.

The eyes of the painting followed me as I passed it. I was chilled to the

Trappe woke with a start before sunrise, focusing his eyes on the shapes of the distant hills as they emerged from the darkness. He felt a chill from the open rear window of the station wagon and turned to Curtis, still asleep beside him. “Curtis, wake up,” he whispered, followed by a “shushing” sound as he put his index finger to his lips. Curtis’ eyes fluttered open.

The sun beamed down onto the backs of the workers, the heat of the dirt enough to scorch the bare soles of their feet. For some, it was the only thing keeping them from collapsing. They focused on the heat of their skin, the beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads on by one, and the radiant feeling of the sun itself to get through the day, but that doesn’t erase the fact that it was miserable. Every body on the field moved in unison, men and children alike. Their bodies dragged towards the dirt as if they hoped it would envelop them.

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.

“Thanks for rocking my world. I can’t wait to see you again in a few days. Don’t miss me too much.” He even sent a wink emoji.

BOOM! Luke heard as he jumped out of bed immediately. The nasty grinding noises did not sound right. “Should I find my parents? Do I stay here? He knew something was wrong but he was not prepared for what would happen next. His tangled, tight pajamas were twisted around his body from rolling in bed. Then he heard the heart wrenching creak of the ship as it leaned back. “I need to get out” Luke thought to himself. But there is one problem. He is alone at the bottom of the ship where halls are eerily quiet, and is basically a ghost town. The ship felt like it was sinking very fast to him but when he looked out the window, nothing much was really happening. He didn’t know what happened but he did know one thing, he needs to find his parents. As he opened his door he saw lots of people rushing down the hall like somebody let bulls out of a gate. Everyone was stumbling over each other and the had no regard for others.That's when he got panicked. “Mom!, Dad!” That wasn’t going to work, there was no way his parents would hear the screams because they were drowned out by the panicked passengers running through the boat. Luke fell multiple times as the oncoming crowd of passengers rushed to the top. He finally got up the stairs to the dining hall, glowing with yellow lights to create a warm environment. But the thing is, it was the opposite. Then all of the sudden he saw his mother's face. He saw her light blonde hair that was effortlessly curly. “I wish her ocean blue eyes would

Adelynn was frozen still as the air began to darken. The blackness came out of nowhere and seemed to engulf her. She had just been standing in her barn enjoying the crisp October air when she felt as though something was off, and now she knew she was correct in her suspicion. All she could hear was her own heart pounding as she tried to look around. She stumbled around trying to fight a light source, a door, anything to get her out of there. Suddenly, her hair stood on end as she felt a cold hand grasp her arm in the darkness. She screamed and bolted, not knowing where she was going or what she was running from.

“Ouch!” Nova mumbled, sitting up and holding her head. It felt like She had been hit with a baseball bat. Nova, a teenage girl with long black hair and skin of a dark complexion, had a terrible headache. While slowly getting up to examine her environs, she realizes she was in the middle of what seemed to be an abandoned circus tent. It featured innumerable lifeless aspects to the point it didn’t look like a circus anymore. There were few rusted metal chairs and leftover rubbage. The weather-beaten tent was ridden with holes and it reeked of mold. There was one more item to inspect, a rope. She walks over to the rope and pulls it out of curiosity. Due to this action, the curtain behind her rose, revealing an empty stage. Suddenly, the lights went out and when they came back on she was in the center of the tent once more; the only nuance was the man standing on the stage.