Creative Writing: Barb Wire

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

I just ran. Before I knew it, I was out of the trailer and walking back down the trail. That’s when the real fear set in, it’s strange how you feel so open and exposed walking on a trail. The trailer was sitting there it looked almost evil. I turned a corner and it disappeared out of sight. But the feeling of being followed remained. The trail was almost a trench carved in along a steep hill one side it sloped down and you could see a small pond. I began to visualize what could've happened. The different ways it could’ve ended. I wanted to go back and see if someone was really there, but I knew that would be a waste of time. I summed it up in my head as the wind pushing the door open. I still constantly turned back, looking over my shoulder to see if there was some truth to what I thought, if something was actually following me. It was a windy day out and as the wind the blew the trees would creak and crack. Branches fell off and slammed on the ground crashing down and taking other branches with it. The sound was amplified through the quiet and almost sleeping woods. It was strange, there were no animals, no squirrels or chipmunks. The woods were dead. I was still looking over my shoulder every now and again, still startled by what I had experienced. The walk took way longer than it should’ve. It felt like the seconds were minutes and no matter how fast I walked I couldn't keep up with the pace in my mind.

My heart began to race faster than a cheetah, my legs were numb, and I couldn’t tell whether or not I was actually running. The feeling of the crisp and hot summer air quickly entering my lungs felt rough, while the air was escaping even faster. As I struggle to look behind to see if he was close enough to get me I tried to exclaim while trying to grasp some air for my lungs, “Xouse, he’s gaining, on us, come on!”. As the hot asphalt burnt the bottom of my shoes off, I continued running into the alley of two apartment complexes as my cousin followed. I looked at Xouse, I saw the agony on his face, my vision went blurry, next thing I knew I was standing in front of a wall, with nowhere to go. I looked back to see if we were finally safe, and then I knew, I should have never left the by myself.

I climbed out, and looked around. Most of the drawers, cupboards and doors were either open or smashed. My parents had vanished, they were nowhere to be seen. I walked to, what used to be, the front door. I looked outside and was horrified to see that half of the houses were in flames or had burnt down completely. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t know what to think. I don’t know why, but I started to run. I ran as fast as I could I wasn’t going to stop. I was going to the city limits, I was going to leave ‘The Main’. I jumped the fence, and was engulfed by trees and plants. I walked around, I didn’t know what to do; should I go back? Should I hand myself in? When I was deep in thought a hand covered my mouth and I fell to the

In the dark foggy alley Normîrel ran. The smell of rain and sour milk filling the air. She ran down the long narrow alley way, watching mice scurry as her feet splash in the clear dirty rain puddles. Her heart ponding in her chest. Hearing the sound of the motorcycle behind her, her heart stopped. Running faster, Normîrel turned on to the street and down the other alley. With the sound of her footsteps echoing in her ears. A car pulled up at one end of the alley. Making another turn in the twisty foggy alley way, Normîrel fell. The screams of her pain raining out in the cold brisk air. Hearing footsteps, Normîrel crawled to some near-by dumpsters and hid. The footsteps getting louder and close, Normîrel stayed as quite as she could while trying to muffle her cries of pain. Her leg is dirty with the dark red color and she chocked on the smell of gas and smoke that filled her nose.

I threw all of my binder and textbook into my backpack. Then, I carefully stuck in my Beats headphones into a small pouch in my backpack and grabbed my cruiser board gently in order to avoid abrading my fingertips onto the sharp, rough griptape. I walked out of the classroom and felt the breeze of fresh air hitting my body as I made my way to the stairs. I walked towards the grass field hearing my footstep change from thump noise to a more distinct crunch as I step onto the grass with my foot. I sat down crisscrossed while hearing birds chirp and the ambient sounds of college students chattering. Then, I grabbed my backpack, unzipped the main zipper, and took out my binder and pencil to write about describing peeling an

The men in the booth behind him started to talk after they had received their drinks. John was having a hard time trying not to listen in on the conversation that the two men were having. He was drifting in and out the conversation and some of the things he heard were unusual. One mentioned something about some sort of chemicals and blowing everything up. John knew he had to report what he had just heard, and he also knew that thousands of lives depended on it. Now John had to decide on whether or not to get up and leave his booth risking being noticed by these men. He had made his decision, John had to leave. He slinked out of the safety of his seat and carefully made his way past the two menacing men. “HEY!” yelled one of the men. They had just realised where John had come from. They scrambled out of their booth and chased him out of the restaurant and down the street. John ran as fast as a cheetah chasing its prey, terror gripped him like a vice. He could hear the two men getting closer, their rasping breathing was just behind him. He had to think quickly, how could he elude them? He nearly slipped over as he turned a corner. John felt like he just died inside because he now faced a dead end. He ran down the alley way looking desperately for somewhere to hide, but there was nothing. The two men grabbed him and threw him up against a wall, one of the men whispered in his ear, “No eves dropping,” before hitting him over and over. John could feel his vison fading as he sponged punches but stayed

Ase was so focused on making it home that he didn’t see the boys coming from the other side of the street, or the police car approaching from behind.

I walked over to the garage with tears filling my eyes unsure if I should do it. My feet felt like they were made of concrete, each step getting heavier and heavier. The thirty second walk felt like thirty years.Stepping foot into the cement-floored garage, I saw the little white box across the room on an old crooked wooden chair. I arrived to the designation that I wished was never in my navigation system, debating if I should just make a u-turn. I knew that it would only cause me more pain so I just stared at the box. As I brushed my hand on top of the bumpy box, I hoped that nothing would be in there. I kept wishing it would all be a joke. When I lifted the cover, a sharp pain stabbed my heart. “If only it was a joke”, I thought to myself as the familiar taste of salt burnt my tongue.

Slowly and carefully I walk home alone holding my shirt up sobbing. This all happened so fast and painfully my friends all abandoned me, I feel things crawling around my head, I'm screaming of pain.come on Leland you can do it almost home. Suddenly my sister burst out the door, I look at her blankly pleading for help in my mind. Soon dad comes rushing out too and they take me inside. I can hardly hear them through my screaming.

I was giddy to get home i was walking down my my street “ Walkers rd.” I scoffed and roll my eyes. I walk down this road everyday and appreciate the scorching irony every time. I opened the deep oak doors with force. My 13 year old body still has trouble. I shoved the door with the elbow my grey backpack wasn't depending on. Finally when my body managed to push the door, something wasn't right. By that i mean my house wasn't mine… the orchard my mother obsesses over wasn't the center of the foyer , the bright white walls with the complementary purple rug wasn't there. It was dark with a rustic light switch. I hit the light switch and the creepy hospital lights that turn on one by one showed blinding light that settled to a musty yellow

Domiciled a crossroad away, stood a Seven Eleven, it was a zephyr summer afternoon. The clouds were reluctant to clear away from the sun as a gentle breeze distorted the leaves on the trees. Patiently waiting for the hand to turn into the walking man. Wavering on the sidewalk as I ponder about the imaginary hoodie upon me, giving me warmth. The construction workers had just passed me. The vibrant aroma of the freshly paved road created a soothing environment in the vicinity. Operating machines filled my ears as it passed by. The intoxicated gases out of the road-roller polluted my surroundings with egregiously perilous chemicals. It created a cloud of smoke, innately making me inhale the smoke resulting into vigorous coughs. Before I realized, the hand turned into the white walking man sign; even though my gut feeling was the walking sign will change, I still carried on. I thought I could scurry across, but as I put my first step on the sidewalk, my stomach had mice running in it. Gggrr! My mutilated stomach, suddenly debilitated my body, forcing me to walk tediously. The plight of my stomach, utterly lacking in energy and the sense

The sun had just turned but I knew I needed to keep on running and finish my jog. As the trees formed around me, I saw something flash into the woods, I swear it was a person. Nevertheless I kept on going at a faster pace, this place could be scary at night! Halfway down the track, the sun had just disappeared when I heard a scream. I ran even faster knowing there was something bad going on. Just before my eyes fell a body with a cut in the throat. I also screamed myself, then sprinted out of the woods up the road and straight to the police office. It was closing time and the door was locked so I banged on it furiously with my fists. Thinking back now that was probably not a smart thing to do, but I had just seen a dead body. An old lady opened

'What! Wait! Were am I? And what am I in? Who are these people?' I thought to myself. My eyes darted to the middle of the room. 'What is that?' I wondered. It was unfamiliar to me it seemed like alien technology but I was still unclear about that. Then the door to the room I was in opened. The thing that came in was definitely not human. The thing typed something on the computer thing in the middle. Suddenly these little electrical, mechanical static charges were came down from in side the thing I was trapped in side. They were coming strate at me. I tried to move so that I wasn't electrocuted but I was stuck in place! Then waves of electricity corsed through my body. All of a sudden I remembered everything. Who I was. Why I was here and who sent me.

that held me. The more I struggled, the tighter the tendrils gripped her, and soon the pulsing from the crown returned me to my calm state. Soon, I felt myself being lifted up into the air a little, my smooth pussy free to the open air. "The rubbery grip of the tentacles seemed strangely desirable, the crown told me this is how it was supposed to be. A large mound of the goo rubbed against my pussy, causing me to let out a big moan, involuntarily rubbing back against the gel. "The mound of gel suddenly collapsing without a trace, leaving me slightly suspended in the air by the tendrils. I whimpered as I noticed my pussy was soaking wet, though by the residue of the gel or my own enjoyment was impossible to tell; but it was enough for the blue