Creative Story : A Short Story

“Torin, can ye manage to calm the woman? If not, use yer magic to render her into a soothing sleep. We will take her also; she is the young woman that was kidnapped from the beach, few weeks ago,” he said to Torin.

The crowd was quiet. A few cheers were heard in the distance, but it wasn’t enough.

Sarah Nicholson held her breath, tying the pearl white laces of her worn out pointe shoes before she took the first step onto the stage. The lights, still dark, gave a calm essence before Nicholson began her first movement. As the curtain raised, the music sounded across the theatre and movement sprung through her body.

“Why are you idling? There are chores.” She appeared at the corner of the hut; his little

“Hi!”, called back Mrs. G Chen. “Will you are a understand to what place myself'm on?” (She was trying out her bad English

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.”

Stepping out onto her small porch Laurel placed her hands her hands at her hips, head turning from side to side, to gaze at the city. Everything looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe that sooner or later everything would change, war was on the horizon whether they like it or not. She muttered out a sigh as she reached her hand up to rub at her forehead. She blinked a few times when she caught sight of Cain. “Here goes nothing.” She mumbled to herself as she walked down the small steps. She met Cain at the gates, a slight smile played at her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep everything in check. I won’t allow anyone to blow anything up.” She stated with a slight nod of her head. Her right hand fell to rest atop her gun, “Make sure you don’t kill anyone else Cain. If we want to win this war we are going to need the numbers.” She muttered out in a soft voice, a hint of announce could be heard.

“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’m here Katherine, what do you want?” She called out into the empty room. Frustrated she looked around the room. “If you don’t come out now I’m going to leave.”

Michael was dreaming. He was a boy in his father's ranch and he'd been bad again, playing in the snow against the strict warning of his mother. Doggedly, he'd sneaked out of the house, running wild in the snow covered field, even skating on the frozen lake not far from the house. Mother said, “not to,” because the ice wasn't solid enough, but he did anyways like always. As it turned out, his mom was right. He felt the ice crack under him, bleeding with icy water. He wanted to be calm and savvy his way out, but he heard the neighbor's dogs barking, perturbing him. The dog was usually friendly, but not today. In a panic and effort to escape, he sank to his waist in the ice. He was going to drown!

‘I kept saying. ‘I’m not drinking,’ but they refused to listen, instead they placed me in the ambulance and asked my name. One of them said he overheard a call to transport Helen Cassidy to the hospital, but she was dead on arrival. I screamed that was my wife. They were cruel and kept yelling, I was drunk,” the old man said as Ginger wiped down the counter while listening.

Mae continued, exhausted and bloody, from bushes and trees that all contained spikes. When she finally thought she could go on no more. A door appeared, calling her near. It stuck out of the ground, like a beacon at night. She stumbles closer and closer as rain began to pour. The rusted door hardly opened, and then she began to peer inside. The interior was dark, like a bat in a cave, but differently it was extremely wide. With many plain pillars holding up the roof. She began to expect that their was something aloof. Though her suspicions, she thought with glee, “At least this place will be safe for

Sheets of snow piled on the rusted roof, through sub-zero temperatures, the children huddled together for warmth. Some glanced at the unopened door, most kept their eyes glued to the floor, shivering. Leo was no different, using his dirt-caked hands, he fastened the ripped blanket around him, hoping to get warmer.

I had been up an hour previous to when she walked in and tried to get a couple more minutes of sleep. Though I tried my hardest to close my eyes, the sounds of snoring from the other side of the room kept me wide awake.

Casey woke up and immediately realised something was wrong. Her hands were pinching from the zip ties and she started to scream and cry begging for help.