Creative Writing: A Virus

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Okay men today we got orders from the CDC” announced Captain Luke O’Grady “ there is a new strain of rabies that originated about 12 miles north of us in a secluded village an hour east of Bourem, in Kidal, they want us to go help the villagers set up: quarantine tents, guard systems and vaccine stations. Over 30% of the town has become infected but they sent out a doctor that says 5 cases have been solved. The rest of the cases have been sedated and contained because they are in completely volatile state. Once we get them set up we are to be checked out by the CDC physician and evacuate the area”

Sickness is spreading fast in Pennsylvania.I do not want my mother or daughter to catch it. My husband died of yellow fever 2 years ago.My daughter will be staying with sister in Baltimore Maryland.While I was there I met a nice young lady named Asiah and we agreed to travel to Oregon with me and my mother.I am bringing $700,a sewing kit,and a cooking kit with me.My mother has agreed to drive the wagon.

If you were asked to imagine a world without touch, could you? I’m sure I couldn’t have, not before 2035 when antibiotics became defunct that is. Since then no one has had any interaction with anyone or anything; we’re all far too worried about infection. Think about it: no hugs, no stroking your pets and definitely no going outside without all your protective clothing. And then a new virus gripped the earth, infecting all of us. We called it virus-T.

A couple of hours later I walked the trail towards the village jail, in hopes to see Jason. On rehash, he was one of the uppermost honest and friendly folks on the island, and the best shot as well. Though I always considered myself one of the best at spearfishing, Jason was better, and a steadier aim; he literally never missed a shot. His interests and passions had always been so forthright and reliable that in societal context, he took in everyone’s trust for granted. And, as it turned up, Duende resembled him in personality, although she exhibited the unworldliness befitting of a native who never left the islands. Unlike Jason, who was in the islands on vacation from the U.S., and had both his parents alive as well as siblings, Duende never

The outcome seemed very crazy yet amazing at the same time. To summarize it, the beast lunged and with its dagger, tried to swipe at Eprius. But he dodged and struck first with a counter attack. He jabbed, stabbed, and swiped as much as his arms can take, until all he saw was a pile of dust in a robe. Then he noticed something moving in the robe. It seemed furry and cute, but with an evil twist. It turns out it was a kitten . But on the kittens back was a very small Viria. If you can use a microscope to see her, you would see a little person digging into the cats flesh. Viria was trying to penetrate the kitten so she can take over and spread her own kind of sickness. This sickness is what we know today as a Virus. It comes in different sizes

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

The fumes from the recently exploded gas station still hung about the air in a putrid mist. The image of a fiery blaze were still burned into Iris' eyes from a few hours previous. It was night now, the freeway intersection where Iris had set up camp lay desolate, shy a few cars that were left abandoned since the virus. She had high hopes to commandeer one of these vehicles and repair it in order to get further away from the epicenter of this disaster towards Haven. That was when she discovered the gas station, one of those modern 76's that you'd find with the large orange ball forcing its way into the sky.

Once upon a time a few centuries ago I was a little girl who was energetic and adventurous, but one day all of that changed. I was in the yard playing tag with my sister and two brothers but then we heard “the bell.” The bell meant the sickness, black plague, was in town. When the people began to hear the bell they ran all over the place causing a panic and knocking on doors making sure everyone knew what was happening.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Suddenly, a deafening noise came from behind me, like a clap of thunder. A freezing cold breeze rushed over my skin, giving me goosebumps. I whirled around to see the door closed.

Hugo has been in his lab for days now, he only comes out when the newspaper arrives. The last time he did that was thirteen years ago, when he was finding the antidote for the Plague or the definite name the Finis Plague. He is keeping secrets from Magnus and me. If it is something serious and something is truly wrong then the world may be in danger again. I have to get Magnus concerned because then he will come up with a way to get Hugo to tell us what is going on.

The ink’s pitch blackness and fluidity made it effective to depicting tendrils falling down from the sky. And as the white moon hovers over the bridge, even as the ink overcomes it. It almost resembles an eye, watching with trepidation as the event unfolds.

Voices would scream, sparkle and spike up in a sonorous resonance That Called for me messing up mi mental stance I tried to overpass the sounds that came to be I closed my eyes, scared of what I may see The night doesn’t mean what it is talking Night is there really something hiding that is so shocking? The night would whine, wallow, and wail