Creative Writing: A Dysfunctional Narrative

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

“You must be hungry from not eating yesterday, please-” I cut her off with a sneer, heading out the front door and pulling it shut behind me. I saw her fixed in the middle of the living room through the front window, dejectedly holding the plate. Her eyes seemed more puffy and sunken than usual, which I took to assume she’d been crying more. Paying no mind to my pathetic excuse of a mother, I made my daily commute to the concert hall.

One thursday afternoon around 12:30 me and my friends andreas and emily were sitting on on top of the monkey bars at my current school , St. Thomas More talking. Andreas would always jump off the monkey bars to show off to Emily, me and the other girls. We would always watch kind of amazed as Andreas jumped off the monkey bars landing perfectly. He gave us a look as if it was our turn to jump. We ignored him as we made room for Andreas and other girls to come up to sit.

She found her mother almost at once. Katherine hunched over, head down, curling hair trailing over her downcast face. Absently cowering as she perched on one cushion of the couch. She must have heard Melanie’s footfall. She casually glanced up for a moment. She was surprised that she viewed her mother as dainty and frail. She felt protective suddenly. Her dark curls knotted as they drooped wadded, and messy, over her shoulders. She wore no makeup. This was a strangers face, a faded, pale, face Melanie almost couldn’t recognize. Her mother always wore the complete line of Sephora makeup, always. Katherine barely shifted her eyes when Melanie approached her. Melanie softly announced herself by saying, "Hi Mom." She waited for a response, nothing. Her mother must not have heard her.

Sienna must have forgotten where she was, because the sound of her mother’s rueful voice startled her as she said, “My darling Sienna, do you understand?” Sienna understood completely. Dayna had looked frail, brittle even, recently. A shaky breath escaped Dayna’s cracking lips, and Sienna knew she was trying to be strong, to hold herself together for her daughter’s sake; she’s trying to remain on the imaginary pedestal Sienna had placed her on.

As hunters, Darrel and Peter had a job to do. They had to hunt anything ghostly, paranormal, or supernatural. Because they weren’t typical hunters, they were monster hunters. They have had many adventures, hunting werewolves, vampires, and they even killed demons. But their next adventure couldn’t compare to anything that they have ever faced before…

Today was the day, she should feel it in her bones. It was the day she was going to finally ask Mother Gothel if she could possibly go outside, if only for a day. She would be happy with that. Was that too much for the young girl to ask? To mother Gothel, yes. Just one day, out in the world to experience first hand what it was like. Sure she had books, but books were just paper and words, a fantasy world. But with a book she couldn’t touch a tree, smell a flower or even hear a child cry or laughing. Most of all she could see the floating lanterns, something she wished for nearly all her life. Maybe find out why they did that every year and why she seemed so drawn to it.

“I would be delighted! It has been such a long time since I’ve had anyone to keep in my tower,” Mother Gothel replied. She continued on as she walked away,”My little doll left me now I have two new dolls. And the one has such beautiful hair. So like her mother.”

She's pushing her way into his room, not giving him a chance to stop her. God, this girl is pushy but he loves her anyways. She's looking around his room and all of a sudden he's self conscious about how bare it is. Only a bed and a desk, it was obvious he never made himself at home. Why should he? He's a broken and dying man, there's no reason to call a place home if you won't stay there long. "So are you happy now?" He asks her, looking into her crimson eyes. They take his breath away every time. "You're always pushing me around all the time." He tells her, but she doesn't seem phased at all, keeping her smile on her face. "You're just gonna ignore what I want, huh?" Now she has a smirk on her face, a playful smirk.

After roaming around for hours trying to find the treasure, Vivian finally led the group into the bat infested cave.