Creative Writing : A Short Story

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.

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.”

No one told me where I was going or why I needed to go there, it all happened very fast. A woman came into the classroom and called for me and two others to follow her. The three of us looked at each other, puzzled expressions splattered across our faces as we slowly rose from our seats to follow the lady out the door. At first I thought I was in trouble, but I had always been a good kid and I did not know what I would have done wrong.

“I thought Lola was going to help you pack? Where is she?” mom said with that look that moms do when they think you’re up to something no good.

When their parents entered their room, Charlie watched as Maggie walked to the window and kept her back to them. They could all tell she was upset about something. Looking at Elliot, she pushed herself up further in the bed, as Callum grabbed Ian and took a seat on the chair next to her.

“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.

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.

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.

“WHAT?!” Alicia shouts. “Mamade, your card has been declined?” A middle age women politely says to Alicia. “That’s not possible! I demand that you check again!” Alicia barks at her. The middle age woman gives her forced smile and slides the black card again. “Sorry Mam. It seems the account has been close.”

“Hey folks are you okay in there? I saw the explosion and got here as quickly as I could.” “Yes, Leonard we are a little banged up but we should be fine can you move what is blocking the door I can’t get it to give way!” Salomon shouted though the barricaded door. “This cargo is too heavy for just one man see if one of you can fit though the porthole!” Leonard yelled back as water rushed in from the side filling up the hallway then started leaking into the bedroom soaking their shoes. “Papa what are we going to do the window is too small for you or Mama to go through? How do we get out?” Salomon realizing what had to be down looked at his wife and that was all he had to do and she understood so both of her parents kneeled down to Victoria’s level and said “Kitten you will have to go through that window alone.” Victoria’s eyes rippled in her tears as they fell off her face like a stream she tried to respond and asked her parents “How do you get off I can’t go without you we have to find another way.” Celina ran her hand though her daughter’s smooth hair while Salomon wiped the tears from her soft face. “Sweetheart we are not going to give up we will do everything to get out of here with hopefully with Leonard’s help but if we can’t find a way out you will have a better chance of surviving you must go ahead just remember that we love you Victoria.” Then they took her hand and opened her palm and putting a small, gold knife with a small ruby at the meeting point between the

"I love you,” she whispers as she watches her lover walk down the aisle towards the man she is paid to assassinate. Her heart begins to beat at a rapid pace, Abby pulls the gun out of her pocket and aims the gun at her best friends soon to be husband. She stood there shaking and anxious for what seemed to be hours until she came to her senses, realising she would never forgive herself for the horrific crime she was about the commit. She fled from the wedding, catching the first taxi she could see and headed towards Sherwood forest. She knew she had to keep a low profile for a few days as she could potentially be under attack from her boss; Marcus Omar and his hitmen.

Snow fell quietly in the evening sky the only thing breaking that calm was the heavy foot falls of a man, a man who was running out of time.

It is Monday morning, Tommy is getting ready for school and he cannot stand still for one minute,

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.