Creative Story : A Short Story

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.

As Lillian’s mother’s figure receded from view, Lillian couldn’t help but think if perhaps her mother was right. What was she doing, wasting away in this rocking chair anyway? And if she stared at the lawn any longer, Lillian was certain that her eyes would never blink again. Or she might just remain in that same sitting position forever, staring perpetually out into the pit of her own despair.

It was a dewy, foggy morning in the citadel. I could hear the birds chirping their beautiful songs in the distance

Instead, she stood up and faced her mother. She felt a vicious battle inside of her. Her darkest secret slipping from her burning eyes bursting through her veins and clenched in every muscle. She looked at that woman who had given her life, that woman that now stood five steps away looking at her both like a stranger and a long known enemy. They both looked at each other's eyes screaming hate and violence both ready. She knew her mother was not ok and she knew better but she could not help herself anymore.

It seemed as though she had been running forever when her foot caught on a loose board on the barn floor and sent her tumbling down. Desperate to escape, she backed up on her hands and feet as she heard footsteps slowly approaching her. With each creak of the floorboards, her heart began to beat a little harder. She shut her eyes and willed this to all be a dream. All of a sudden, the lights began to flicker rapidly; Seemingly matching the beat of her heart. Adelynn slowly opened her eyes. A shiver ran down her spine and a lump came to her throat as she looked at the person standing before her. Its him, she thought. She glared at the figure, who was wearing all black and a white mask Adelynn would never be able to forget. What does he want from me? What have I ever done to him? Why won’t he leave me alone? As if he was reading her thoughts, the

Mrs. Johnson had a full heart as she made her way down the streets of New York. She took the time to capture the beauty that hid within the streets with her camera. As she was making her was down one unusually empty street she noticed a boy, about the age of 12, sitting alone outside a store front. The boy was wearing a sad expression on his face and Mrs. Johnson knew what to do. She went up to the boy and gave him 6 of the brightest, happiest pictures that she had taken that day as well as 6 suckers. The boys smile grew wider and wider as the gifts were presented and exclaimed “Why thank you ma’am. I can’t wait to eat these suckers!” With that the young boy quickly ate two of the suckers. “Don’t you want to save those for another time?’ asked Mrs. Johnson. “Oh ma’am, I am very sorry but these are the first thing I have eaten in a long time so I just couldn’t help myself.” exclaimed the boy. Mrs. Johnson was heartbroken at this news and knew that she would have to provide this boy with much more than a few photographs and suckers. “Excuse me ma’am, but where did you buy these photographs?” asked the boy. “I took them myself silly, and please, call me Mrs. Johnson. When I am called ma’am I feel much older than I am.” stated Mrs. Johnson. “Really?” cried the boy. “I love photography, my ma and pa could never afford a camera so I spend my afternoons outside this shop looking at all of the amazing photos taken by photographers.” Mrs. Johnson brought her gaze up from the smiling

What was that? DeNyce thought as she shivered in the tent. It was chilly that night, but not enough to make you genuinely shiver. The blood-curdling scream she’d heard came from the broken-down, spooky house that her friends were in. [at least she thought] Were the rumours true that Nancy had said? No, DeNyce consoled herself, Ghosts aren’t real. She didn’t want to say anything to make her presence known to whoever or whatever was there! Wait a minute, it’s 12:01 a.m! It’s my birthday! DeNyce thought to herself, my friends aren’t even here to celebrate… like always… Come to think of it, I wonder where my friends are… I feel hurt they sort of abandoned me here. She heard the wind whistling outside, the owls hooting, and saw the faint lights of cars on the evening of Halloween. This environment was like a horror movie! DeNyce was concerned about the safety of her friends if it was this scary in the tent. What can I do… I can stay here like a coward, or go out there and help my friends! It took DeNyce a minute to think, seeing and saving her friends was her main priority.

“ Aye bro,” Jamal yelled! across the courtyard “ What’s up you good,” Sincere yelled back! “ You ready to go in the house i’m hot as hell,” Jamal responded. As he daped his friends up saying bye Sincere said “ Yea here I come,”. They headed up the stairs to their apartments, as Jamal put the key in the door he heard a loud scream from the other side he looked at Sincere with a look of anger and fear in his face and Sincere face showed the same expression. Jamal turned the key and rushed the door open only to see his mother on the ground and her boyfriend Chris standing over with hand raised yelling at her “ Didn’t I tell you don’t bother me while i’m on the phone i’m tired of you not listening Grace,” he let his hand drop and smacked her across the face busting her lip. As he raised his hand to smack her again Sincere tackled Chris to the ground while Jamal rushed to his mother to help her. Chris and Sincere were on the ground tussling back and forth, Chris was constantly “ Get off me little boy,”! When Jamal had their mother in the room Sincere let Chris up, When Chris stood he started to swing on Jamal but mid way through his swing he stopped and with a smirk he said “ Now what you got it little homie,” he snatched his keys off the counter and walked out the door slamming it.

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.

On an icy, wintery night in New York City at midnight, a boy and his parents were walking home from the AMC theater in an alleyway. The eerie alley was spooky with open trash cans scattered everywhere. The boy, Clark Wayne, clutched onto his parents arms as he was intimidated by the dark.The 14 year old felt reassured after his parents told him he would be fine. Then two intense, bright flashes followed by two loud bangs. All Clark could hear was an ear-splitting ring in his ears, all Clark can see was his parents lying on the ground bleeding out everywhere. He looked to his right and in his line of sight, he observes a masked man dressed in black with a noticeable black and red snake tattoo on his forearm, sprint into the traffic on 84th street and disappear in the night. Clark couldn’t piece together what the tattoo was of. Clark couldn’t put the pieces together of this huge puzzle, but all he knew was that he wanted revenge for his parents. Was this a planned attack or out of the random?

I desperately attempt to calm my quailing heart, but it is to no avail as it pounds against my trembling breast. The terrifying, headless beast continues to chase me; he looms closer and closer. I can feel his breath, burn down my neck, like hellfire. I violently jab my horse’s ribs increasing my speed up, his breath lessens. I see safety, my heart soars. I lift my head up high rejoicing in the sanctuary I soon shall be blessed with. He lifts his head as well and hurls it towards me. The head flies through the air flaming, smashes through my skull ripping my head from my neck.

During the day before anything happened me and my friend Joseph made our way home to my house from the hiking trail we went on together he said to me when we were about to walk into the back yard when he said hey tonight I'm going to be riding my bike in Dover with my friend Ariel do you want to come with and for some reason I said yes. So he said I'll call you when it's time to go and well meet at my house I said ok again and he started making his way home.

Alex was walking down the street people in there houses would shut their doors and pull their children inside when he would walk past. He walked around a corner where he saw a black alley cat. I evil smirk crept over his face. He grabbed it by the back of his neck and dunked it some water. In the freezing cold something wet things get stuck a cat's wet fur will defeataly stick to medal. The cat cried as it hung here Alex know once he was out of sight the people the help the ragged thing. So he didn’t worry about it dieing of the cold. Later at home a fight broke out between him and his parents. “You should know better you are part of this royal family, a prince and my prince. You make us look like bad parents his dad went one.”

There I was, in my home town of Zorgamazoo, feeling farther away from home than ever before. All I could think about was my family’s weekly games of Zorgally Ball with the nearby zorgles. I had not seen them in two weeks now and it was sinking in that I was going to end up all alone. I could not even begin to bare the thought of moving on without them and searching for a new home, but I knew I might need to someday soon. I could not even handle moving my body from the ground to do anything other than sob about my current situation, and occasionally about what my friends must have experienced as I just stood there and watched. I could not do anything other than just watch, I was frozen, and I still am.

They go flying face first into the dirt as they crashed into a rock. Joy slowly picks up her head from the ground.”Run!” she shouted. “Why are we following you?” Samantha questioned and the same time Joy was slowly imagining what happened days before.