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.”

Stepping out onto her small porch Laurel placed her hands her hands at her hips, head turning from side to side, to gaze at the city. Everything looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe that sooner or later everything would change, war was on the horizon whether they like it or not. She muttered out a sigh as she reached her hand up to rub at her forehead. She blinked a few times when she caught sight of Cain. “Here goes nothing.” She mumbled to herself as she walked down the small steps. She met Cain at the gates, a slight smile played at her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep everything in check. I won’t allow anyone to blow anything up.” She stated with a slight nod of her head. Her right hand fell to rest atop her gun, “Make sure you don’t kill anyone else Cain. If we want to win this war we are going to need the numbers.” She muttered out in a soft voice, a hint of announce could be heard.

It was saturday night, 1963 in England. Dakota Korte was looking for a place to stay that was cheap but also nice. He was in England for his aunt Martha who had gotten stomach cancer, but he had spent so much money on his trip here that he barely had enough to stay at any other places. While he was walking looking for some other options to stay a big sign in a window caught his eye, it said in big bold letters “BED AND BREAKFAST”. Before he got to the door to knock on it, the landlady had already come outside. He thought it was kind of odd she knew he was about to come in but he hadn’t even turned to walk up her steps. This was the only option he had and it was getting late so he took up her offer of a cheap price and let the women greet him inside.

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.

There was rain and darkness as Jess stood there among the dead body of her brother. “Why!?.....Why?” Jess screamed in horror. She fell to her knees and cried. She couldn’t walk and she couldn’t think, all she could do is ask and plead why and imagine how her mother is going to react when she returns from the park without her little brother.

There I was, in my home town of Zorgamazoo, feeling farther away from home than ever before. All I could think about was my family’s weekly games of Zorgally Ball with the nearby zorgles. I had not seen them in two weeks now and it was sinking in that I was going to end up all alone. I could not even begin to bare the thought of moving on without them and searching for a new home, but I knew I might need to someday soon. I could not even handle moving my body from the ground to do anything other than sob about my current situation, and occasionally about what my friends must have experienced as I just stood there and watched. I could not do anything other than just watch, I was frozen, and I still am.

It was a hot Sunday catholic morning, a usual for Spring, Texas, I had my creative imaginative mind and the world to keep me entertained. I was in my preppy Sunday clothes in front of the church waiting for the bells to tell me to come inside. I ran off and played with friends while also feeling an eerie sense of someone or something watching us. We continued to run around until the eventual loud and beautiful chimes of the church bells ring. As my friends and I ran for the church's doors, expecting a usual Sunday, we heard behind us the crackling of a giant beast finally coming down.

“I’m home”, my brother called out when I heard our front door slam shut. “Daniel's with me too!”, he added. Wait a minute, I’ve never heard of anyone named Daniel so, I quickly sat up and waited for them to come upstairs since, I know that they gonna go to my brother’s room. I suddenly hear two pairs of feet thundering upstairs and the next thing I know, my room door suddenly slams open and I see a guy in the doorway, with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen and a perfect jawline. I suddenly feel self-conscious because I was wearing a hoodie with sweats on and, my hair was in a messy bun since I had slept all day. He suddenly looks really embarrassed and he mutters something like, “sorry, I thought this was your brother’s room”. I thought that he would have a lower voice like my brother’s but he had such a high-pitched voice. I then hear my brother’s voice, “Dude, wrong room, that's my sister's room. He then said “bye!” really quick and practically sprinted out of my room After he left, I heard him ask my brother “ you have a sister???, how come you never told me, I ran in there like a complete idiot and my face turned so red!” “Dude, it’s fine, she’ll probably forget it happened anyway.” my brother replied, but I didn’t.

I know what they say, ‘you never really miss someone until they're gone.’ Until now I never truly understood this expression. I had always known my cousin was adventurous, in fact, I thought of her as an older version of me. However, I never thought she’d be on the other side of the world. Nevertheless, that is another story for a different time. Today was the day I’d get to see her again, the day we’d get to catch up, the day where it would be just like old times. I’d only have one day until she goes off into the world again. I’d have to make the most out of this one day.

Laban pulls on her arm, dragging her through the dirt, her legs scratched from rocks and debris and her hair a tangled mess. She pulls away, but he is too strong and his grasp on her arm sends shooting pains up into her neck. As they approach the tent she screams, “You can’t do this! Jacob is mine, we are in love.” Shoving her inside the tent, she fell to the ground cutting her arm on the crook of her shepherd staff; blood covers her gown. Her body aches from the jostling and cut arm, but pushing herself onto her knees, she glares up at her father, “Jacob won’t accept my sister; he will rescue me, you’ll see.” Without a word Laban leaves his daughter alone on what was supposed to be her wedding night. She hears him speaking to someone and then he is gone.

The frigid temperatures didn’t prevent those rumbustious preschoolers from playing on their school’s playground. Hannah, who was wrapped up tightly in her coat and hat, cleaved next to me. She gripped my hand forcefully. I tried to walk ahead of her, but she yanked my coat harder.

They go flying face first into the dirt as they crashed into a rock. Joy slowly picks up her head from the ground.”Run!” she shouted. “Why are we following you?” Samantha questioned and the same time Joy was slowly imagining what happened days before.

They had been together for twenty-five years. He remembered the day he had first seen her. A beautiful young girl, with strawberry blonde hair that flowed down her back in waves. Freckles spotted her face and brought out the hazel in her eyes. A soft white skirt that swished when she moved. She was gorgeous, sitting among the flowers while the other girls played and danced with each other. She sat, staring at the clouds. He had been to nervous to speak to her, so he turned in the opposite direction, tripped, and fell in a puddle of mud. When he looked up, the other children were laughing at him, but she hadn't even noticed.

After the storm Old Wu went searching the beach for his nephew, Cao Ren. He instead found a sea-child with shimmering mackerel-green skin. The sea, whipped by angry winds, had swaddled the infant girl in soft kelp and hidden her in the high wrack line amid the tangled remains of Cao Ren’s fishing boat.