Creative Story : A Short Story

The days we were at home we would play outside or help my dad with fixing

I awakened to mosquito bites on my legs. I bounced up in surprise waking Aria, she jolted up.

Too tired to even make it upstairs, she gathered the soft pillows to her chest and gave herself up to sweet oblivion. As she drifted deeper and deeper into sleep, a dream of Sean and Lacey flitted in and out of her consciousness.

“She slept pretty well last night too. Like a rock. For the first time in weeks she didn't have a nightmare.”

“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

I sat up on my bed and sighed. Usually, my little sister Chloe, or my best friend and roommate Raina woke me up. Then I remembered Chloe was spending the week at her brother’s, and Raina probably went to school already.

I groaned as I felt a lips being pressed gently to my forehead. I turn slightly in the bed before pulling the pillow near me, closer. I soon felt myself falling back asleep.

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.

The Elark lunged for him again, grabbing his amulet and trying to rip it off of his neck, Phoenix raised an arm and swung, catching the creature on the side of his face, a small cut on the Larks cheek began to bleed profusely where Phoenix’s ring had struck him. He roared in pain and staggered backwards, Nix tried to take the moment to feel for his phone that had been lost in the scuffle. He dropped to his hands and knees and crawled across the floor, shards of broken glass sticking into his palms. It was impossible to see through the smoke and rubble, he was trying to concentrate all of his energy into his hands but he couldn’t seem to make a spark. He didn’t want to yell because if there were more Larks nearby it would only draw them in, he was by himself.

I tried to stand up but realized that Imani had her head in my lap. She'd fallen asleep while leaning on me. I eased off of the couch slowly and lifted her head up put a pillow

Lord Fox laughed as he hugged the child close. 'Have you thought about any names for him, Aunt Eliza?'

Another round of whimpering jolted Casey out of a deep, peaceful sleep. She moved to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, brushing the hair out of her eyes and checked the time on the bedside clock—3:00 a.m.

“Hurry up Jayde! It’s time for you to get ready for your first day at your new school!” said Jayde’s mother.

The wind whipped Blair’s honey blond hair around her face, the ends getting suck in her rouge (3). She pulled her charcoal grey coat tighter to her and she walked with stifling confidence. Head hung low and rosy cheeks no one would know she was a Vanderbilt. As Blair pressed the buttons to the com of the glamorous home of William Henry Vanderbilt III, a tycoon to the Vanderbilt family line, she repeated the words that she would say to her father when she got into the home. Over and over again she said, “I know you think it’s my responsibility, but I cannot commit to a life of oppression”. The gilded gates to the mansion opened as the security system of the house recognized Blair’s personalized code to get into the home.

It is Monday morning, Tommy is getting ready for school and he cannot stand still for one minute,