Creative Writing: Abel's Haunted House

The morning sun is hidden behind a desolate gray sky. The temperatures are nearing frigid, despite the fact it’s August: always a month of sweltering heat in the District. An ashy flurry started sometime between Madge and Gale’s conversation and when they both had woken up.

Christmas ‘08. My dad had been laid off and was currently working at Best Buy. I knew that had happened and I knew that we hadn’t gotten any new toys since. Christmas was fast approaching and the only thing my siblings and I wanted was the brand new PS3. For our parents, we knew this was an impossibility. But Santa and the elves?

Wes was exhausted. It was Monday morning, an no amount of coffee could help him at this point, he was a lost cause. He had gotten about half an hour of sleep the night before while doing more ghost research. He had only slept at all because he tripped over a few art supplies left over from when he was making his charts, and decided that the floor was somewhat comfortable and it was worth too much effort to get up. His father found him in the morning, choosing to ignore the creepy pictures of both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom tacked to the wall. Thankfully, all Walter said was to clean his room as soon as possible, because frankly, his room was a complete mess. Everything from sharpies and bottles of superglue to cassette tapes about ghosts

“If this doesn’t work, I’m blaming you.”, Zelda whispered as they were doing a dramatic walk towards the flowers.

Another monotonous day passed by, and thoughts of Piper and her stepfather were glued to Emmeline's mind. She hadn't slept in what felt like forever, both good and bad memories of her family playing on a loop inside of her head. Emmeline missed her sister so much that her chest ached. At times, she felt that she was never going to be able to move on.

What if I was to tell you that the jolly, friendly, and innocent wonderworker that is Santa Claus that we all know and love, didn't always make the ‘nice list?’ Siefker bridges the gap between truth and fiction by embedding the notion that Santa Claus has taken on some strange identities over the past hundreds of years- each varying in name, personality, and drapery. In a daunting and unruly thesis, Siefker unfolds the evolution of Santa Claus and exploited his time as Robin Goodfellow; who is sometimes referred to as Puck, the Pagan fairy of mischief (Wright). However irrational this truth may seem, it is noted that Santa Claus is derived from an accumulation of tales, the earliest of which begin in year 260 AD with the birth of Saint Nicholas

Harry found the omega sleeping on the sofa. His breaths were long and heavy as he slept. He laid on his stomach with one arm hugging the pillow his head rested on and his injured arm hanging off the side of the sofa. Harry noticed the omegas bandaged arm and sighed. He swallowed his pride and knelt down beside the boy.

In Merrillville, Indiana on 85th avenue there is an apartment complex called the Three Lakes. Three buildings down on the right within the complex is an apartment with a very unique living room. Once entering the building, three flights of carpeted stairs are immediately within. Once the stairs are conquered fully make a left, passing two doors coming to a white door to the left with the number 711 embedded. When opening the door and entering the apartment the beige soft fibered carpet is the first feel of the room. Upon completely entering the apartment on the right wall, in front of the entrance, there is a beautiful mirror with a black glossy trimmed frame that hangs level with the eyes. When no one is in front of the mirror the reflection of the brown closet door is visible. On the left a light manila brown closet door with a unique rust colored knob smack in the middle, awaits family and visitors. This mirror has a black glossy trimmed frame and hangs at a direct eye level. When no one is in front of the mirror the reflection of the brown closet door is visible in the mirror. To the left side wall of the apartment the closet door is also immediately by the front door entrance. The closet door is a light manila brown and when closely looked at, has diagonal wood patterns covering the

An ancient, foreboding castle was perched atop tall cliffs, fused into the mossy stone as if a giant skeletal hand had sunk its claws into the hard rock. In the evening, its moonlit features looked elegant if eerie, its architecture resembling an unholy union between medieval castle and Gothic cathedral. This was the ancestral home of the Valteele family. A family whose past was as shadowy as their abode; rumors of their occult activities had been spreading like wildfire in the nearby, small town of Sleepywood. The town's inhabitants feared that the place had fallen under the sway of an evil demon lord. The winding path leading to the castle was now being avoided by most travelers. Everything seemed peaceful, though... only the sound of waves

The whole room was intrusive: cold marble floors against his bare feet, columns reaching to nowhere, everything huge and expansive but also small and constricting at the same time, like the room couldn't decide whether it wanted Sutekh to float away into the expansiveness or be flattened to nothingness. He'd take the floating; away from those overwhelming senses, and up to the beautiful night sky that hovered above. Indeed, there was no ceiling: just expansive darkness and its pinholes.

Aargh sat alone on stone hewed square by his own hands. A labor of love and devotion. A skill and a trade passed down from generation to generation. This paticular stone will be the foot stone of a large carved monument. It will hold the words of tribute for the band of adventurers. Nothing was sticking as he mused about the tribute. Words trickled though his mind like waves lapping on the beach, coming and going, but leaving no permanent demarcation as the next wave rolled in and washed away the former thought.

TUCKER TATE aka “Mr. Christmas” is putting Santa and Santa’s toys out of business. EMMA (9) is disappointed when Santa doesn’t show up. She’s mad at her mother MAGGIE (38) for moving in with Tucker.

Paisley and Jason´s shop is on 16th street avenue. They work together seven days a week.They used to live

I have just arrived to the Huberman’s house and I could not feel more relieved but at the same time alone. Though, I am not entirely alone. I was put in the vacant bed in Hans’s daughter's room and although she is in the bed across the room, I feel alone, surrounded by the darkness; darkness of which I am scared of. I am scared that the Führer has sent his soldiers of darkness after me. What if they know I am here? What if they are waiting for me to make a mistake?

Every time, makeup and hair goo would be splattered on my face and hair. I didn’t mind, since it made me look younger. Years later, on Rapunzel’s 18th birthday, all she wanted was to go outside. I told her that if she did, all of her hair would fall out and she would break into hives. She told me that she didn’t believe me and I told her that I know best. Well, in the middle of the night, Rapunzel decided that she was the one who knew best and climbed halfway down the tower when she suddenly broke out into hives, and her hair got chopped all the way up to her shoulders and it turned a dark brown. She held on to the side of the tower as long as she could and then she fell. I heard a scream and a thud and I jumped out of bed and ran and looked out of the window to see my little Flower on the ground as big as a tiger! I jumped out the window and landed on the ground next to her. I scanned her, and she looked fine other than the fact that she was a giant golf ball. I took out my cell phone and dialed 911. An ambulance came here as soon as it could. Medics hauled her into it and took her away from me. They told me to stay here, and that it was dangerous for me to ever even catch a glimpse of Rapunzel again.