Creative Writing: A Short Story of Beyond Essays

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is where Deacon is making his trek to, to visit his girlfriend’s family. “They could’ve told me that I couldn’t drive to the cabin,” Deacon mumbled to himself as he battles the brisk, hard blast of the breeze in the barren woodland. Deacon reaches the door of the

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

Her lover turned and let his hand idle over the door to his right, its large silver knob cast a glow to the surface of his hand making it appear white. He glanced at the sky saying a prayer, he heard the shallow breathing and anxious fret of the maiden. Turning quickly he threw open the door to the left, unable to imagine a life without his love. The tiger sprang out, its muscles pulsing under its titian fur. It dug its protracted claws into the ground, showing its aciculate teeth. The tiger leaped and bore down on him, its claws outstretched, lacerating his chest and licking the blood that spilled out of it. Her lover screamed his flesh tearing under the tiger’s claws. The princess turned in horror to the semi-barbaric king, “Please, father

My whole body shakes with the effort to contain my sobs, the hand holding my phone stings with the force of my grip. Determined figures type at it's screen, their progress slowed by the tremors running havoc and my terrified body. The irritation is present, but fleeting, chased out by the desperation currently clawing it's way up my chest.

“Because I was just so dang excited, that’s why,” said Eli, stepping closer to her, not realizing that she wanted to smack him. “It’s good to see your fire back, Allie Mae. It’s been missing of late.”

Luke put his hand on Mikes shoulder. “Mike I know you don’t believe that bull you’re saying right now.” Toni pleaded with Mike, “You have us so walk away from her.”

She narrowed her eyes at me as if she didn’t believe my answer. “Remember what I told you the other day, people like him will take advantage of you in the blink of an eye. Watch your back at all times.”

Harry's eyes go wide for a split second. He starts laughing, "You've got to be kidding me." I stare at him, "Are you being serious?"

“YOUAREGOINGTOHAVETOBEQUIET,” I cut him short, reiterating the last part of my sentence in a desperate attempt to get it across before he could interrupt again. I scowl, and as I try to stand up to meet the boy, something tugs me back down. He’s stepping on my sweatshirt. “Can you please move your foot?” Silence. No response. “Can you please,” I growl through gritted teeth, “move your foot.”

“Never thought I’d miss hearing her talk.” Gladio said, watching Prompto trying g to a response out of her.

Miss Black’s heels click towards me. “Well done, Miss Clarke. You’ll live to see another day.”

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.

“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.”