Creative Story : A Short Story

“I don’t know. Tabitha took off with him a few hours before you guys showed up.”

“I don’t know. Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

Amanda: “And if they come back it is meant to be? Is that what you think this is? Some sort of cliche?”

When I was your age I went on a journey to go find them and later on I found out they weren’t alive and somehow I ended up in new York. So now I do not want kids to feel the same pain I did so I have decided I was going to work here and act like a mom.

“And my dad… well I don’t know quite where he is at the moment he never where he is off to next when he say’s, “I’ll see you soon son.” Chingis said in a distinctive deep voice as if it was the way his father

“Dad, where are you going this time?” said Santiago with a smirk. It seems like you’re never here, and I need you. You may not realize it, but I do.

" Soon I hope,it's been a long time since . I miss you a lot.." Carlisle replies.

“We can’t go back. What will happen next? Is this a dream? Do my parents know I’m gone?”

“What are we going to do, Nat?” his wife said. “We don’t have a lot of time. They’re all gone. Are we next? “

“When are you leaving town? Today would probably be a good idea. Don’t think I don’t see that look in your eye. You need to get away from here- for your sake.”

Carl put his butt down to slow down. Santa’s reindeer were beautifully dressed in bells and reins made out of magical ribbon. At first Carl did not recognize the man but then he knew it was Santa.

“All right Love, that’s it, no more. It’s getting late anyway. I’m just going to curl up on the lazy boy for the night. After talking about it, it’s likely I’ll dream tonight.”

        "Hi children!" she greeted us politely. Her face then changed from a pretty smile to a pale, sad frown. "I hate to tell you this, but your parents are dying. I came to get you guys to come let you say adios."

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.

“Really? Then why haven’t I haven’t heard from them in ten years? Not a letter or anything.”