Creative Writing : A Short Story

She hadn’t imagined the charachters so vividly. She hadn’t realized just what she had written or how much she had overestimated the challenge of finishing it. All she had to do was exctly what she had already done - in just a few weeks - again. She had thought she was too young or too inexperienced to write somthing amazing or intricate or meaningful, but as she read over her novel she realized that she already had.

She opens her eyes for a second. The trees flew out of the dark night, passing the car in a fraction of a second. She panic's, thrashing her hands toward the ceiling of the car bracing for an unknown impact. The only thing she can hear is a ringing a, a high-pitched whistle. She looks over at her passenger, she looks calm, as if she didn’t even know any of this was happening. She turns her head to look at Gabby trying to tell her something, but she couldn't make out the words.

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.

“Glad you two were able to come in at the last minute.” Coates pointed them towards the seats in the interview room. It was best for her to head up the interview, giving it a softer approach from a feminine perspective.

Across the room Mrs. Everdeen gives Madge a knowing look, and Madge looks away from her in annoyance. That woman had no idea what she was going on about. Madge suddenly understands Katniss’s disdain for her Mother.

The thunder clapped as the doorbell rang. Charlie ran to the door opening it with a smile from ear to ear as Grandma Smith walked in and hung her damp, plush rabbit fur coat on the splintery coat rack. “Finallwe,” Charlie said, “I thought no one would show up. “Oh, Charlie,” Grandma said, “Where are your parents at?” “They’re in the Lounge,” Charlie yelled back as he ran to the Powder Room. Grandma Smith walked through the hall with the aid of a wooden cane looking at all the beautiful pictures and the giant crystal chandeliers, admiring the gold trim and the crown molding. She walked into an argument between Charlie’s parents Sandra and Christopher. Sandra was glaring at Christopher with her stormy grey eyes while Christopher was running his hand through his dark brown hair, shaking his head. “Oh, I didn’t see you there,” Sandra said in cheerful voice, “do you want anything to drink while we wait for the rest of the family”. “Can I have some red wine”, Grandma asked? “Sure”, Sandra said, “Christopher, will you go tell the butler to open the thirteen year old red wine barrel for the gathering?” As Christopher walked off to get the butler as the doorbell rang like a church hymn. “I’ll get that”, Sandra said. As Sandra opened the large white and gold double doors Matthew, Rachel and April greeted her. “Come on in,” Sandra said in greeting tone. As they walked in Matthew took off his black leather jacket that saved his thick, black, devilishly handsome hair and placed it on the old coat rack. Matthew was dressed in a casual but dressy outfit consisting of black and blue plaid shirt and blue jeans which went very well with his dark blue eyes. Rachel was a tall and lean woman who was wearing long, brown leather jacket that covered all of her white and black striped dress. While Rachel put her jacket on the rack, April took of her beautiful pure white coat and left it to dry on the wooden coat rack.

could bring the supplies in. The man in black used this opportunity to quickly open the door of the rig and closed it as if there was a baby on the other side. The man then slowly tiptoed with his feet slowly sinking into the sand as he silently worked his way to the post office next door to the shop. He then walked in and managed to walk his way up the precarious, slightly decaying steps leading to the attic.

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.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Kaira said, “Hey want to go shopping for some new outfits before you start school tomorrow? As a celebration for you waking up?”

“I’m sorry, Sherry, but I don’t.” He remembered seeing a 24-hour Walmart up the highway and drove there.

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.

The University of Melbourne stood behind us as the lights flickered my eyes. The class of 1995 was standing together reminiscing of the past and enjoying each other’s presence.

Brrring! Brrring! Brrring! Brrring! “What is someone doing calling at 2am” whispers Dave groggily as he wipes his eyes and picks up the phone. Yawning, somehow he manages to make something comprehendible come out of his mouth, “Hello? This is Dave speaking.”

“Another day another dollar” I kept reminding myself, “ picking up after all these spoiled brats.”