Creative Writing : A Short Story

There she goes again. Mother can’t ever mind her own business, Seriously will it kill her to just leave her thoughts to herself. Little Mike came up tugging at her sleeve, his soft little fingers grasping at the cloth, a pull then another. “Yes sweetheart.” Mike looked at her, his finger pointed forwards, just at the edge of my vision. “It’s our turn now mommy.” She looked up; Mike quickly ran forward. “Woah slow down buddy, you can’t walk away by yourself.” Mike came to a sudden stop;he turned to look at her. “But dad lets me walk to the playground by myself. I’m not a little kid, i’m a gentlemen” I looked at him, eyes twinkling. “Well Mr. Michael it seems to be our turn so may you escort this fair maiden onwards.”

Oh my goodness look at how tall you’ve gotten, oh my.” “hi grandma missed you.” Jennifer’s mom, Elizabeth, hugged Ruth, “Hi mom how are you feeling?” “I’m fine honey, how are you, are you hungry i made some breakfast,” Ruth looked back at Jennifer, “I made some chocolate chip pancakes.” Jennifer ran to the kitchen and met her grandfather at the table with a large stack of pancakes and sat next to her grandpa. He looked up from his newspaper and gave her a smile, he set the paper next to her and Jennifer smiled at him, and then glanced at it and saw an article that read, “Beware Going Out at Night!”. Local police say to avoid going out after dark at any cost, late on Friday night a deranged psycho had escaped the city jail 5 miles out of

He pounded his fist against the wooden door impatiently, as his knuckles turned white and the pain stung his fingers, yet no response was heard from the other side. For a man who never shut up, Jimin was suspiciously quiet. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Ten years later, Roger had a house and 3 cats, which he was very proud of. He had changed how he dealt with wanting things; he saved for them. Ever since that night, he hadn’t stolen a thing, or done anything illegal; his record was clean. However, he would still be making an appearance inside a courtroom, for someone he owed $200 to over a year ago had falsely taken him to court for threatening him to rob and kidnap him as revenge for forgetting to give the money.

A ten year old girl stood still and confused in front of a slowly falling casket. The sorrowful sound of her mother’s sobbing scared her. She didn’t know who they were burying but she knew it was someone her mother loved dearly. Little did she know it was a man by the name of William whom she’d come to know as her father. Her mother described him as a tall, handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes. As soon as her mother said this she knew where she got her stunning physical appearance from.

“Dad I don’t want to leave’’ Said Ty with a whimpering voice. Him also his Dad were moving out of their house because of the bad memories that will always be there. Ty’s mom had been murdered a week before. The police had never caught the murderer and that’s what started everything.

AOne of them, in my own home. And none the better my daughter had brought it in. One of the disgusting monsters that dare show its face here after the evil it had done so many years ago. He nervously walked in trying to look kind but I could see the hate in his eyes. This British man stood tall but I could see he was weak and afraid. I glanced from my traitor daughter, the stranger and finally at my pristine house where these two looked so out of place. My medals gleam brightly on the wall, Kumiko knows the pain I suffered for those and for Japan but this Jonathan does not.

It was a nice morning in the small town of Radium, Colorado. As Chris walked out of his house, he saw the frost on the grass, saw his breath in the air, and felt the cool breeze blow through his clothes. It was the perfect morning to go hunting. After all, he still had one more tag to fill. So, he walked back into his house, made himself a cup of coffee, put on his clothes, brushed his teeth, grabbed his gun, and headed out to his truck. As he walked outside, his neighbor saw him and came over to talk to him. Naturally, Chris said “Hey Jim! How's it going?” Jim replied back “Pretty good. You going hunting this morning?” “Of course. I still have one more doe tag to fill. It's nice and cold right now so they'll be down low to try and stay warm.” Chris tells Jim. “Where are you going?” Asks Jim. Chris replies “I'm going over to area 15. A place right across from Baldy mountain.” Right when Chris said that, Jim’s face turns pale white. “What's wrong Jim? You look as if you've just seen a ghost.” “It's nothing. I just remembered. I have to go. I'll talk to you later.” Jim says shakily while running back into his house. Confused, Chris walks back to his truck and starts it up. He didn't understand what the big deal about him going up there was. As he got up there, the road got a little bit rough but it wasn't any worse than any of the other roads he had been on while hunting. The only sketchy thing was that there was a cliff to the left of him and the road was pretty narrow. Then,

“Ahhhhh”, Karsyn screamed as she was suddenly awoken by the temperature change, it seemed as if the temperature had dropped in just seconds. Even under two blankets, Karsyn laid in bed shivering. It had to be the coldest night of the year. Every night seemed to be cold, but she always bearded through it. She had an example to set having three younger siblings and all. Little did her dad know when he had bought the new house that there was no heat and with losing his job recently he didn’t have the money to put one in. Karsyn understood that money was tight and with her mom passing away and leaving her dad with four kids she tried not to complain too much. Everything had been pretty hard on her and being the oldest kid, she got all the responsibilities too. As much as she hated doing everything she knew that her dad needed the help and it was what her mom would’ve wanted. It was the least she could do within all the chaos.

Writing anything down is almost always a risk because readers love to analyze. So I can write this for no other reason than to share the story and people will go on about what my true intent is. I suppose it would be best if I just flat out told you right here so that there was no confusion or gossip or whatever else. But here’s the thing: what I say doesn’t actually matter. Readers should make inferences, but where they go wrong is pointing to me. Because you know why they say “Don’t kill the messenger.” I am just a messenger here serving my civic duty. Analyze at your own risk. The youngest character in this story may be criticized by many as rude, but you must understand that prior to her sister’s home-coming, she spent her entire life attempting to live up to impossible-to-meet expectations set by her perfect older sister. Before you dismiss her, empathize with those years of suffering. Maybe I am biased, but that is not relevant to this discussion.

Nate, a 15 year old boy, was on his way home from school.Once he turned down his dead ended street, he noticed a huge black figure standing in the window of the kitchen. Coming closer to the house, the figure jumped up and disappeared into the air. Nate jumped up off his bike and ran inside. After entering the house it was very quiet , he knew his mother wouldn’t be home any time soon, so, he headed up stairs to see if anyone was up there, he come across nothing. After reconizing he hadn’t seen anything in the window, he went and got an apple down stairs. Once opening the kitchen door he saw all the apples were gone, suprisingly he gave no thought to it and went back up stairs to do his homework. While doing his homework he heard his bedroom door shut, he stood up opened the door and saw a black monkey staring at him.

She thought of Julio and the neighbors. What would they say, It was meant to happen. Her mother is crazy. They are the neighborhood’s locas.

It was a friday night and I had just came home from school to take a nap. “Sophie does I think,” I said, slowly, confused. My mom nodded, “Your father wrecked his bike, we need to pick him up.” I was alone, my mom now asking Sophie the same question. The whole house was strangely quiet, and the only sound that was missing was the constant sound of my dad’s television.

“ Will I ever get another best friend like her?” This was the question that raced through my mind as I was packing my bags. I had just found out that my best friend was moving states, the thought of this broke me. Megan and I had been so close as friends and now she was just leaving. That is the moment that I realized you can’t take for granted the people you appreciate in your life.

Ready to give up, after waiting more than an hour for her daughter, suddenly Katherine saw the old Malibu coming into the parking lot, and hid behind the building. Katherine peeked around the corner and watched Marlene kiss the driver passionately before waltzing across the doctor’s parking lot. Unlocking the door the new red Mercedes, the raven-haired beauty with a reputation for being high maintenance drove out of the parking lot and down the street.