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?”

"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.

“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.

You settled across from Sean in the recording room in yours and his apartment, set up on his second monitor and sharing a microphone. You were both about to be playing some Gold with Friends with Mark, Bob and Wade, something you had been trying convince Sean to let you do for a while, but he hadn’t finally given in until now. Sean never told you why he never wanted you to join them, and it hurt every time he never gave an answer even though he always swore that it wasn’t because he was embarrassed of you, you couldn’t help but think that was the reason why.

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.

Even the simple touch of her fingertips on his chest 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 as if waving for attention, and half-lidded eyes glazed over.

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.

“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.”

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.

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.”

“"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.

“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.