Creative Writing: Addison's Friendship

The large cut on the right side of my forehead had begun to bleed again; my own blood threatening to choke me. “Calm down its ok. You're going through a rough phase that's all. Try to get some rest,” was all the comfort dad could manage before choking up into tears. He turned away as streaks of auburn curls lightly brushed against me, the owner tending to my wound. Rest, he says; not so easy when every time your eyes droop, the dreams begin. They have been getting worse, the closer I become in finding a way to bring her

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

Jenna was thinking about Aubrey. She hadn’t meant to but she was now. She sat with her back against her pillows, legs tucked in to her chest. Her warm mug burned her hands as she held it between her knees, waiting for it to cool off. A novel and some textbooks lay at her feet but she didn’t feel like reading them. She looked out the window through the rain, tucking a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear. It was pouring and the sound of it tapping against her window comforted Jenna and made her relaxed. She felt the most at ease she had been in weeks. Finally she could stop pushing down everything she was feeling, and start reflecting. She thought of Aubrey and realized that she missed her. She wondered if Aubrey was still upset;

Valerie continued to go through the ecstasy filled spams of her orgasm until she felt her body reach its limit. Moments before Zander released his seed into her body, Valerie erupted, spraying her own sexual juices into the carpet. “Fuck,” Valerie moaned as her brother let out that all familiar cry of pleasure and filled her body with his warm seed. The feeling of her brother’s warm seed erupting into her womb filled Valerie with a sense of bliss as her body continued to spasm around the thick meat of her brother’s shaft.

As soon as Michael sat down, Allison gave Michael a strip tease. She slowly took off her dress. Once Allison stripped down to her underwear, she gave Michael a quick lap dance. She then stripped herself completely naked.

She contemplates taking these couple hours to experience what her town has to offer as she has not been able to do so due to the fact he left the house a mess and if it was not shining when he came back he would be particularly angry. She resumes with her plan to take a trip around her town to the local attractions. She grabs her only coat in which is destroyed and a couple of dollars he left from his purchase of beers and cigarettes thinking he will not notice. She took her first step outside and felt like …. She headed to an ice cream shop that she made her way to almost every day in her better days. She got herself one scoop of cotton candy ice cream, that was dripping because of the humidity that she is prone to. Three hours went by, and she failed to remember that the house was a mess and she would be nowhere to be seen and at home when he arrives. When the sun went down, she headed back

When Sarah detained in Nauru, for 2 days, she didn't eat anything. She mourned for 2 days because the incident that happened in the ocean grieved her heart, for she considered how her brother lost. Shaza said to Sarah, "I lost my son, and I don't want to lose you also."

I had just got a call from the school saying that my daughter Bailey had passed out in Algebra class. The office lady said that they were sending her to the hospital right now.

Merryn sprinted around the boulders a few times, before finally getting a good grip on him and hefted him over her shoulders. She took off back toward where the rope hung down, tying it around Hans waist, and worked it between his legs securing him. It all depended on if Parcival would be able to pull the rope up. She jerked on it several times. She wasn't sure how much time passed by, when the rope started to move up pulling Hans limp body up.

“And you weren’t planning on telling me or saving me from that monster? Do you know what he’s done to me? He’s beat me, he’s starved me, he’s used me to be his little alcohol maid and you’re just saving yourself from him, leaving your own daughter?” She continued to screech, putting. “Just look at these scars and bruises,” Chloe pulled down her sweatshirt, so her neck and back could be seen.

Bailey is short and tiny like me. She is a Beagle-Black Lab mix. She has the hyperness and the height of a beagle and the color and loyalty of a Labrador. She is only about 35 pounds, about 1½ feet from the floor to her head, and three years old. She is all black except for her chest and the tips of her paws. We call her Trouble, Barkley, Little Dog, Midnight, and other things. She is a package of trouble, smart, and love.This little thing plays and chases and sometimes run faster than lightning. So with all this combined with nobody watching, she is worse than an outlaw. We received her from a friend at my mom’s old work in Overland Park.

It was around 10:30 when Devlynn finally laid down with her daughter in bed. Dakota had nearly fallen asleep while eating in her high chair after having a full on play day at the daycare. To say the least, Devlynn wasn't that far behind her since it was such a long day at the studio. After tidying up the kitchen and around the house, she finally had some time to sit back and relax. Doing some minor work on her iPad while listening to music she paused, looking over at Dakota sleeping peacefully next to her in bed. Suddenly she smiled to herself as she felt nothing but pure happiness looking over at her little girl. The past few months hadn't been the easiest, but they made it; together. Just Mommy and

It was october 28,2015 I was in the middle of history class and guys dressed in full body armor came through the school, and the history teacher Mrs. Patty went into the hall and ask them why are they here. They said that they were there for our protection. Mrs. Patty then said why we need protection for, and armie guy said because there are people out there with some kinda disease and they are eating people. Mrs. Patty was like oh my goodness. The class over heard and they started freaking out, then the history teacher Mrs. Patty came in and told us to quiet down.

“You’re all squirmy. Everything good?” She asks quietly. He nods, and smiles at her over his shoulder before turning back to the front. Mrs. Jackson was glaring at them. Pete stares down at his lap, no longer able to focus on anything but his thoughts. He hated how weak he was. No one had made him feel this vulnerable, not even the summer he spent thinking he was in love with his childhood friend, Mikey. Pete’s eyes dart to the clock above the whiteboard. ‘Only four more minutes left.’ He breathes a mental sigh of relief.

Alison groaned as she rolled on the floor. Her stomach ached because it felt so empty and caused the sleepy haze that fogged her mind to clear. She pushed herself off of the cold floor and looked around the office. She knew that what had happened wasn’t a dream. She remembered the feelings of the flame and of free falling through the air. Yet, when she checked her flame broiled hands, they weren't blackened skin that cracked and bled freely. Instead, Allison saw her own flawless thin fingers.