Creative Story : A Short Story

Krystal screamed, “I’m so sick of this shit. I’m sick of the crying, I’m sick of changing diapers, and I’m sick of getting up every two hours to feed this baby. I’m tired. If I knew taking care of a baby was this hard, I would have gotten an abortion.”

she was crying but she seemed to feel overwhelmed with her life. Her husband had come home

“Ok! It was an accident, but then why did she drove away, she might have called the ambulance and saved their life!. It was 7:00 in the morning and there was no one on the road. So, she just sneaked away and let them suffer.” After that, she broke into tears, lyla was surprised to see sally’s reaction instead of calming her down she was shocked and pale.

He was checking in on her to make sure she was ok. He went to her room to check but when he walked, he didn’t find her. He went downstairs to see if she was down there and she wasn’t. He went outside and found her trying to kill herself. He took her down from hanging on the rope and took her inside. He found a knife in her pocket and was thinking that she was going to kill herself if the rope didn’t kill her. She was calming down and followed him to see where he put the knife, and she took it. When he went to sleep, she came into his room and killed while he was in the

she wailed.” The readers can tell that John's mother is mad at him when she wailed. The author described the mood using dialogue by saying, “The last nurse quit because she couldn't control his hands. He’s always trying to touch something, but I put a stop to that the first time he tried anything.” The reader can tell the mood is a little intense.

Waverly being rude was when she I raced down the street, dashing between the people, not looking back as her mother screamed. Her mom was yelling for her then she just stopped because she new Waverly would come back. Waverly just keep running and

With a paralysed inability to accept its significance, she did not hear the story as many women have heard. Tears began to trickle down her face as she wept in her sister's arm. The storm of grief came as she went away to her room alone, with no one to follow her.

Clare’s heart looked as if it had literally broken at the strained sound of her husband’s voice. Yet, she couldn’t utter as single comfort in return. The man held no sympathy as he shoved her away from her dying lover. Clare could do nothing, but thrash hopelessly to get back to her fallen lover. In a last resort, Clare hastily yanked off her wedding band and threw it at her husband.

Naomi had healed the wound near-perfectly, but she hadn't removed the tear- or the red stain all down her front.

She began to cry as you could hear footsteps scattering in the background of Skye's mic.

"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.

a sob came up into her throat and shook her , as a child who has cried itself to sleep

She could only hope he would run, too, as she circled Bobo, and heard her little sister flee. Brains of the family, Wynonna felt a tear run down her cheek, as grief both new and old swelled in her.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she let out a piercing shriek. The loud wail reverberated against the stone walls and found its way back to

Her heart pounded all the more. This really wasn’t like her. Usually she was quiet when it came to men. Usually she would turn at the first sign of attraction. Heartbreak was way too much for her to handle and it always came with the men that she chose.