Creative Story : A Short Story

I seemed to see it hovering again before my eyes, the red glow of the beach,

I mustered the energy to scream, just once. The sound rang out across the sea, in this still, clear night. The boat sped towards the reef, stopping at the edge. A raft dropped into the water with a splash, and people began furiously paddling towards the island, towards

One day, I woke up to find myself staring at a dark, dreary, and wet cave ceiling. "Ugh, Cira, how did you get here...." I said to myself. A drop of water fell straight onto my face, so I decided to get out of this cave. Cold and wet, I tried to find my way home, but my silky dress kept getting caught on pointy rocks. "Stupid rocks," I murmured under my breath. As I finally got my dress unstuck, I heard a loud scream. "Oh no...." I thought. "Not Liberty again..." Liberty Sword was a mad scientist. She was my best friend until I accidentally turned the potion she was working on into a cat. She screamed and yelled at me and said she had been working on it for nearly two years. Liberty told me to get out and to never come near her again and we were sworn enemies and blah, blah, blah. Now she liked to experiment on other people and monsters.

I sit with you on your boat, basking in the warmth June always brings. We’re with our friends, blasting music as we travel aimlessly around the small lake, creating wavy ripples in our wake. I can’t stop thinking about Jen and how she refused to come, according to Marie. I can't understand why she is so angry with me; they’d dated so long ago. I stand up and head to the other side of the boat, opening the small door that leads to the edge. I think about jumping into the green tinted water of the lake, but can’t seem to get my legs to agree with my mind. I hear you open the small door behind me and join me.

Swoosh; I looked behind me and saw the shore, with the buildings as far as the eye can see, corroding the sandy beach with wood and concrete.

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

Swaying only a bit back and forth while I push us forward with the paddles. The hollow inside of the canoe that's a chestnut-brown, allows me and her to fit comfortably within it, along with other devices. Slithering forward to reach to the scene I wish to desire, I begin to realize the wind creating a stronger force and the dripping of the water from the sky. Drifting back and not making my way forward, we both begin to paddle harder. The waves of the water begin to pick up, and the canoe begins to sway side by side. If it tips, I know we will both have to swim back. The waves hit the side of the canoe loudly, like a rock thrown at a window. My friend eventually thinks she is doing all the work, but then I stop paddling to prove her wrong. Splash, the canoe tips over and you both fall in, because we didn't have enough force to push against the wind and to stay steady. Right when we both reach the top of the water, I shouted, “I told you so,” and we both begin to laugh and swim back to

I start to feel a pull in the water and immediately I can tell this wave is gonna be a good one, almost as if reading my mind Wesely starts to paddle towards it and without skipping a beat I follow in pursuit. The wave starts to build and gain momentum and as soon as the time is right we push off our boards, I stand firmly balanced on my board. I look over to smile at Wesley but end up laughing as he falls and is pushed back to shore by the waves whose hands were just holding him up. I know I shouldn’t but I can’t help but feel proud that I finally beat and I can tell it's nagging at him.

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

“Missy!” Marina, Missy’s older sister yelled. “Come join us out in the waves! We can hunt for fish ourselves!” Marina dove under the waves. Missy had attempted going out into the waves, but each time, she was scared and tumbled down back into the calm, flat bay away from the waves.

Mikal sat across from Tracy, one of the Golden Heart’s analysts. He fixated on her stale, boxed-in office, the simulated wavy fields, the dark forest behind it, a sunset steeped in crimson clouds, the sounds of birds migrating—all of it tracing their way behind her and around the office. Centering on Tracy’s face, she crinkled her pink neon lit lips into a smile and tapped her glowing neon pink nails upon her metal desk.

My sister and I scrambled out of the blue, shining lake with a smile on our faces; Indie was right next to us. I have always loved this lake, I thought. All of those good times I’ve had down here. I know that I’ll have a wonderful time.

2 pip I took a step back. I even let you move in here. I'm not being irrational! - I thought...

It was dark out in Central City. Barry’s mom Nora tucked him up and gave him a kiss, she said “sweet dreams my beautiful boy”. Barry went to sleep. A few hours past by. Barry woke up to strange sounds. He saw the water of his fish bowl levitate. It was happening all over his room! He went downstairs and he saw a red and yellow blur. He started screaming because his mom was on the floor with a knife in her heart. In a split second he saw a man in the yellow blur, then he disappeared. His dad, Henry said “run barry run” and out of nowhere he was blocks away from his house.