Creative Story : A Short Story

They got too the park around 3:00 pm and they are having a good time until around 4:00pm when a white van comes out of nowhere. Briana is the first to notice the van and gathers all of the kids together and tells Ramyah, Stefany too help her walk home with the littles kids. But the little kids whined and whined and Briana told them too suck it up and start walking. By the time they were at the entrance gate the van pulled up beside them. The men jumped out and grabbed all of the kids including Briana, Ramyah, and Stefany and put them in the van. They screamed and shouted for help but that

"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.

The floors were old plywood that creaked when you walked on it but the guy was very startled when part of the floor chipped off when he hit it with the hammer. They said the house was unfit for children and gave us a year to relocate or the building would be seized, torn down and the kids relocated. It was a sad day at the orphanage, I was very terrified of having to leave my home and finding another place. Mrs. Mary Ann and the workers grew aged from stress and long nights. That year was all a blur to everyone and it wasn't long until we looked outside and saw the same black car pull up followed by a bus. The same people came inside and helped us pack our stuff. The kids and I were in such shock that none of us cried we were just silent. As we walked out of the building I looked around and started to tear up. This was the day my world got flipped upside down and it didn’t get better. The bus ride to hell was very long and silent, all of the kids just stared out the window and grew pale. The bus came to a halting stop and the end of a street a couple cities over. It was an old brick building. It was the beginning of December and very cold

Both children were in awe. How on earth could this be happening. The brother went to look in the window. When he heard the neighbor screaming to back away, he quickly jumped back, just as the window happened to blow out. He was lucky he got back in time. After the initial shock at the sight, she realized that he needed to call someone. She called her father, even though he had moved out months prior. The girl always went to her father before anyone else.

“You can trust Chris on that,” Mike spoke up. “I know them well and those two love you as if you were their own. They won’t let anything happen to you.”

The thunder clapped as the doorbell rang. Charlie ran to the door opening it with a smile from ear to ear as Grandma Smith walked in and hung her damp, plush rabbit fur coat on the splintery coat rack. “Finallwe,” Charlie said, “I thought no one would show up. “Oh, Charlie,” Grandma said, “Where are your parents at?” “They’re in the Lounge,” Charlie yelled back as he ran to the Powder Room. Grandma Smith walked through the hall with the aid of a wooden cane looking at all the beautiful pictures and the giant crystal chandeliers, admiring the gold trim and the crown molding. She walked into an argument between Charlie’s parents Sandra and Christopher. Sandra was glaring at Christopher with her stormy grey eyes while Christopher was running his hand through his dark brown hair, shaking his head. “Oh, I didn’t see you there,” Sandra said in cheerful voice, “do you want anything to drink while we wait for the rest of the family”. “Can I have some red wine”, Grandma asked? “Sure”, Sandra said, “Christopher, will you go tell the butler to open the thirteen year old red wine barrel for the gathering?” As Christopher walked off to get the butler as the doorbell rang like a church hymn. “I’ll get that”, Sandra said. As Sandra opened the large white and gold double doors Matthew, Rachel and April greeted her. “Come on in,” Sandra said in greeting tone. As they walked in Matthew took off his black leather jacket that saved his thick, black, devilishly handsome hair and placed it on the old coat rack. Matthew was dressed in a casual but dressy outfit consisting of black and blue plaid shirt and blue jeans which went very well with his dark blue eyes. Rachel was a tall and lean woman who was wearing long, brown leather jacket that covered all of her white and black striped dress. While Rachel put her jacket on the rack, April took of her beautiful pure white coat and left it to dry on the wooden coat rack.

“The cake!” a cracking voice screams from the kitchen. A young, brown haired male ran to the oven “Thank god, it’s not burnt,” a sigh of relief rushes over him. He had a very slender figure that went quite well with his narrow face. He covered the base of the cake with a UT orange frosting, then with black frosting wrote “Happy 14th Birthday Aster and Alex”. He set the cake on the marble countertop and began to clean up. Moreover, Alex Strange always enjoyed the smell of baked goods, ever since he was a kid watching his father bake.

It was a cold windy morning in London. Billy had just gotten off the train and was heading for a nearby coffee shop he saw in a newspaper ad. Suddenly a door opened and this crazy old man jumped out at him. “ Save yourself boy she’s the definition of the devil itself.”

“Are you certain you’ve never seen any of these men? Look at them carefully. Is there anything familiar?” the officer asked.

I call myself the lost kid, but everyone else seems to think i'm normal, and happy. As I grow older, I seem to understand the world a lot better; and as I did I just wanted to run away from it. I always thought maybe just running away from life, would heal me; but it didn't. Everyone has a weakness or something that makes them break. Which above all mine is love and the truth. Truth; every day I seem to understand how the world works, and I get to know myself better and better. Then love; because I know it will never work for me.

“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.

Charlie headed to his classes. He was fine when there was a teacher around. In fact, that was the only time he actually liked school! He would talk in his classes, participate, and enjoy. The time was 11:42, ending the fourth period he exiting the classroom heading toward lunch. Charlie pushed the double-doors open, to enter the cafeteria, the smell of greasy slices and the boy's locker room struck him like a bald eagle on its prey.

Grabbing her arm he pulls her behind him; eventually unable to keep up with his long strides, she falls to the ground. Scratching and cutting her legs as she is drug through rock and debris, she bites her lip trying not to cry. The burning sensation in her arm is intense; afraid it will break she cries out, “Please, stop.” Looking back, his face pales at her disheveled appearance and bleeding legs. Bending down he picks her up and cradles her in his arms. “Where are you taking me?”

“Sawyer! Where are you?” Caytlan screamed. “Sawyer, I miss you, I need you”, says Caytlan starting to whimper. Caytlan begins to cry rivers through her eyes.

Ten years later, Roger had a house and 3 cats, which he was very proud of. He had changed how he dealt with wanting things; he saved for them. Ever since that night, he hadn’t stolen a thing, or done anything illegal; his record was clean. However, he would still be making an appearance inside a courtroom, for someone he owed $200 to over a year ago had falsely taken him to court for threatening him to rob and kidnap him as revenge for forgetting to give the money.