Creative Story : A Short Story

She’d search for a trace and then track it back to whomever it was, if there was even a culprit. For all she knew this could have been years of guilt finally catching up to her. It could’ve been manifested in visions of the coven she had killed. Her own family. Though the way these dreams were played out, it was unlikely that it was her. The locations ranged from local to places she had never even seen before. Only two things remained the same: her death and the sight of her ex-coven. With a deep breath, the red head placed her hand on top of the notebook, her eyes closing slowly. “Draíocht a mianach. Aontú le mo anam agus a bheith mianach.” She recited the incantation, the magic flowing from the book into her body. It was as if life was being returned to her once more. Her muscles moved more fluidly. Her shaky knee not even wobbling. The ginger was at

Catherine: She really ought to get away from him. They’ve been living over that garage for eleven years. Tom’s the first sweetie she ever had.

Sally says with a terrified look on her face. “Sally stop screaming,” says Mrs. Chipley. “ Now come on Sally,” says Aunt Sarah with a strict face. Sally has never been to frightened in her life. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Sally,” says Aunt Sarah.

Own had been visiting, and he had gone out to collect some herbs to help with Percival’s illness. Percival had just drifted off when he heard the front door smash open. Disoriented, he assumed he was dreaming. However, his mother’s earsplitting screams and the sounds of furniture smashing forced

“Home, before Miss Watson gives me a good going-over, or catches me.” I says, shrugging my shoulders as I began to move towards the shed again. Tom put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back. “We still have things to do, we ain’t done yet.”

Kenneth slowly walks up to the door and peeks in the kitchen. Once he looked in the kitchen, all he could see was a havoc. His mother walks up behind him all sweaty and out breath.

“Hey!” Natalie yelled from the kitchen, I can see her finishing up cleaning the dishes.

As Margot was crying, a boy named Taylor came over to comfort her. Taylor felt sorry for Margot because he was the one who came up with the idea to lock her in the closet, but he never knew it would get this bad. “I’m really sorry

Mrs.Smith abruptly stopped, her husband turned to her as though he was about to question her, but stopped as she pointed towards the living room window. What he saw was nothing he expected, the window was completely shattered! He bolted inside, is wife hot on his heels. “AMELIA! Amelia! Amelia A-Amelia,” Mrs.Smith cried out. She began sobbing and collapsed onto the couch. He tried to sooth her, but how could he, when his only daughter was missing. No, we must not jumped to conclusions! He stood, Mrs.Smith understanding where he was going, did not object as he took the steps up the stairs two at a time. When he reached the upstairs hallway, what he saw was not a pleasant sight. Pictures had fallen from their place on the wall, the floor was covered in a thin layer of glass and the window at the end of hallway had its curtains ripped

“I am sorry Ella and Sally.” Annabeth whispered as she run. Therefore, she is now isolated from the people that she loves. After a few years, but it feels like a billion years to Annabeth. Moreover, after those years of running and hiding from the Civil War, she has been encountering challenges, but now she was finally free. In addition, Annabeth really misses her friends; they were the only thing that keeps her happy. Recalling the times she was with her friends was an avocation that make Annabeth happy. Escaping from the soldiers was the past that she has reminisces; Annabeth was culpable that she left her friends then. After all, now the war was over, Annabeth hope that she could see her friends again. First, Annabeth decides to head back to South Carolina. In addition, when she gets to South Carolina, she was hoping to see familiar faces. “Annabeth!” an old man shouted. Turning around Annabeth recognizes that it was Jason, Tara’s younger brother. Annabeth embraces Jason, and she asks if he knows where Ella or Sally is, she has assumed that he would know. However, he has no clue where they are. While they walk around, Annabeth was aware that there are two familiar old

Infuriated, Anna turned on her father-in-law as they entered the sheriff’s department for questioning. “Excuse me? According to this investigation, your son has lied to me through our entire relationship. He is a monster for what he did and I will NOT submit myself to further mistreatment. If I get my way, he will rot in jail for all eternity. Although his life is now forfeit, I will not carry his guilt and shame.” Slamming through the door, she reclaimed her life.

Mikey shuts his locker and twist the comb to make sure the locker has locked. The group of friends continue to walk slowly into the pitch black long, narrow hallway. After every slow foot step the old wooden floor creaks. As the group of friends start to approach the door, they hear the sound of a phone ringing. As they get closer to the door the ringing begins to get louder by the second. The sound seems to be coming from the door open to the left it appears to be the school office. The kids slowly walk into the office and approach the ringing that's coming from behind the desk. Jake hesitantly answers the phone the phone fills with silence there is no answer.

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.

“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.

It was turning dark, starting to rain and shadows were cast all over the cemetery. The only light was from the headlights of the car we came in. There was a slight cold breeze from the north and it was about 60 degrees. My hair would be all over the place if it weren't for my bandana with the American flag pictured on the front.