Creative Writing : A Short Story

“All right, sounds good,” I said, a smile crossing my face. After closing the drawer, I faced him. “Can I ask you something?”

Once I was home, I couldn’t wait to shower. As I tried to sneak pass Brandy, I was shocked to see Iris walking down the hallway. I instantly stopped in my tracks. Iris continued to walk towards me with a grin on her face.

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.

"You're William Harris, right?" she responded to his question with one of her own, almost like she hadn't heard him in the first place.

whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”

Sarah was equally excited as she was troubled by the mix of emotions that rose in her breast. She was flattered by Staithes’ offer but also uncomfortable.

“Why don’t we stop here for tonight?” I offered, once I thought we would be safe enough at least for now, since the smoke was blowing away from us. Jess immediately sat down and took off her backpack, and I did the same.

Even just the touch of her fingertips on his chest as she pulled off his shirt to expose a leaned, muscled torso underneath, elicited a shiver of pleasure, but at least with her mouth no longer on him, he'd recovered enough sense to speak. "I'm guessing you've done that before, too?" Brett's attempted nonchalance didn't quite come off, not with his aching cock bobbing in the air, waving for attention, and

Maya adjusted her eye glasses with her hand. She was currently sitting on a bench at the park close to her home.She comes here every evening. It was an ordinary evening and she was watching the Brooklyn sky like every other day. Today was a tiring day for her. She went to school hoping that she can end the day peacefully without having to face Tasha and her friends. But like always her wish wasn’t granted. She went to get her books from the locker after reaching the school and she saw that people were looking at her weirdly. She ignored them but she noticed this the whole day.

“I’ve done it before. Never underestimate my ability to procrastinate.” I suddenly looked up from the beloved book in my hand as the words all melted together. The slightest bump in the road felt like a gigantic earthquake within every vehicle, especially Jennifer’s, who I was trapped with right now. The car’s stereo was softly humming calm, almost stress relieving music. Every once in awhile her crimson nails would tap the steering wheel making me agitated.

Next was all the formal questions about what did what or where this or that was. These were just another formality that seemed quite obvious. Who drove a car around for a year, and didn’t learn at least some of the important buttons, and knobs? Surely you had to use your wipers, signals, heating, and lights every now, and then. You must of, right? Well, I’d guess that someone forgot something important one year, and that single outlier changed the whole system. So now, everyone has to know what every single button does, where it is, and God forbid, if you don’t find it within two seconds, then you're most definitely an incompetent driver. Almost needless to say, Jason didn’t follow in the outlier’s footsteps, and he aced the questionnaire.

“Pardon me, but just how are you going to keep people from learning your name? Even if you use an assumed name, they’ll still recognize you elsewhere.”

“Well,” He answered, shaking “You did follow me around all week and you did stop the elevator in the middle of the floors.” He faded off.

his idea in the first place, they were now looking for a scapegoat to save their own hides, bastards thought Jovic. Just as the crowd was almost turning into a mob Signac yelled for everyone to be silent and chastised them for their childish ways. This was quite a surprise to Jovic who had begun retreating slowly to the back of the crowd to make a discreet exit.

“"And just where do you think you are going?" asked a deep voice. It was followed by a small bark. Kate turned around, frightened to say the very least, only to meet eyes with Mr.. Jacks, a teen boy and a bulldog.