Creative Story : A Short Story

"Think it about it, Elliot!" Abigail shouts. "You know something about that man was amiss! He had red eyes and was practically perfect!"

“What did I tell you people about calling me that evil witch’s horrid, cursed na-”

“Did they had contact with anyone besides the soldiers?” Totoko asked, keeping calm. The soldiers around her look surprised at her. What? They didn’t think, she would cooperate?

“What the hell were you thinking?!” A voice snarled, “You could’ve killed her! We were ordered not to...”

"Get up. Your class starts in five minutes and it's across campus," she replied as she pointed to the schedule on my wall.

Igashu put his hand up to his eyes to block the glare of the sun. “Is that them?”

"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.

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

"Scaldor and Sono are just trying to annoy us... Right?" The girl asked, sitting on the beach with her legs crossed.

“You’re not a terrible person,” Leorio murmured, smoothing back his hair. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again, ever, you hear me? You’re an amazin’ person, my favorite person in the whole world.”

Itachi slumped in a chair at the kitchen table, while his mother prepared him lunch. "Mother, do you and father...still love Sasuke?"

As the game flowed on, layups, three pointers, and any basket you think of were raining like snow falling out of the sky. Players talking smack, coaches yelling at each other and parents steaming in fury over the performance of their children, especially mine. A major loss by 8, to the worst team in the league. When the game ended, my sister snatched me into the car and drove me home, in silence. I had no idea what was going on, I asked myself did someone just lose their bestfriend? As thoughts were running through my mind, I didn’t know what to think. I arrived at my house and just ran up into my room, avoiding all verbal contact.

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

"Alex hurry up before we leave you behind.”yelled dad. "I'm coming." I said picking up my guitar and violin. I ran down the stairs stopping by the door to look around one last time. My dad had just gotten a job promotion that required us to move, so we're leaving our small town in Ferndale Florida, to the big Apple New York. I picked up my box of songs and poems, that I didn't realize I put down, and put them in the trunk. I then picked up my kitten Louis, and got in the car. "How long is the drive," my little sister Lyssa asked. "About five hours," mom answered. "Great my butt will be numb in a matter of one hour," I groaned. "Will my piano be there by time we get there mom?” I asked. "Of course, we all know how crazy you'd be if you didn't have your instruments to play," mom replied. "That’s true, I'd go insane if I didn't have my babies with me," I said. After that everything went to being quiet, but the music playing in the background. About two and a half hours later, mom turned to us and asked “Do the two of you want to stop at Zaxby's for lunch?” “Sure that's cool,” we both replied. With that said, everything was once again quite, except for the sound of rumbling stomachs.

There I was in an alley hiding from some of Spikes goons that were out to kill.