Creative Writing : A Short Story

“Will you shut the fuck up? This place is loud enough without you going on and on,” I yelled. His eyes focused on me for the first time and they softened slightly. I got this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach as his unusually dark eyes stared into mine. I stood, I just couldn't deal with this right now. “Thanks, Zarra, but I need to get away from all this.” I made a beeline for the door.

He listens as footsteps approach him and his assailant. Said assailant is knocked back with an outraged cry and Armin chances a look up through his fingers to see Jean shouting in the face of a dark-haired soldier. "Who do you think you are? If I catch you beating on Arlert again, I'll maim your

He swished the sword through the air and said, “This is a most interesting weapon, it is thin and light, yet seems to be unbreakable. I think I'll slice you to pieces with it Angelica, and then I'll keep your head as a souvenir. These other two, I will find other uses for.”

“Okay I may have met the man before.” he joked, struggling to chuckle with the sharp piece of metal digging into his flesh. Without a word, the ebony haired woman directed him towards the front of the bar. As they trod, the man’s lips parted, “Hun, mind telling me who order this bounty on me?” halting where they stood, she dragged the blade along his

“I am Nathan Andrews. I have come to explore and study this magnificent castle.” Before he can ask her to introduce herself, she’s attacking him. With expert instincts, his hand pull the sword from its sheath with ease in time to block a blow. “Woah! Wait! What did I do wrong?”

"Amy, what the hell took you both freaking long? Conner crossed his arms signalling the both that he demandingly wail noted an answer. "Sorry Conner, Reid stabbed by Sugar Rush to get a lolly." Amy apologetically frowned at Conner and turned to Reid.

Tia stopped her verbal onslaught on Michael to engage with Tre. Going just off of a first glance appearance – furrowed forehead, flaring nostrils, tightened lips – she didn’t seem happy to see him, but looking into her eyes it was obvious she was glad he made the first move. “Who you calling a monster, dumbass?”

“You look like your mom.” Mia said softy, “You must miss her a lot.” There was silence. “Jonny, you never talked about it” Mia added, “about your parents.” Jonny frowned and said “Nothing to talk about.”

“H-hey, kid… You have to get out of here” The old janitor sputtered, as he coughed blood all over his uniform. “It’s not safe anymore” The janitor spat a large globule of blood to the floor. “Take this knife and run, there’s nothing here for you now.” The janitor pulled free a long silver dagger from the inside of his uniform, and handed it over to Tristin.

She wrapped her fingers around his wrist to stop him. An image flashed of her face, upper lip bloody, color returning to her skin. “I thought you were dead. I saw you get shot.”

Ariel got out of her chair. “I’ve heard enough here and I’ve come to one conclusion,” she siad, leaning forward to hold up a finger to Kira’s face. “You’re an idiot.” She stomped over to the pantry muttering something to herself as Kira tried to pacify her.

“You don’t understand Alyxander… Shes incapable of handling a task this big. If you really want to send her to her death….well then, what type of Watchdog are you. Surely not the kind i’ve known.” There was a woman standing tucked in the corner with a man. They looked to be in an attack.

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

Daughter:” well can we find a way to stop it cause i don’t want to use all of money just to buy cards”

"Oh, bravo, " Anders said. "Dead meat." He turned to the woman in front of him. "Great script, eh? The stern, brass-knuckled poetry of the dangerous classes."