Creative Writing: Bible School

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

“Hannah? Hannah! You have a new package in the mail!” Makenzie runs into my house, as she stumbles over my dogs, who are barking at her. “What do you mean my mail? And why were you looking in my mailbox,” I say humorously. Makenzie jumps over the couch, kicking my phone out of my hand, “We are going to Los Angeles!” A few weeks before, Makenzie and I entered a contest to win a free trip to a Justin Bieber concert, in Los Angeles. I open the package, and the first word I read was ‘Congratulations!’ I screamed as I ran to my closet to get my suitcase. Makenzie started to throw random clothes in my bag, and I quickly stopped her. “Why are you taking all the clothes out,” Makenzie said confused. “Don’t you remember who filled out the information with us?” Makenzie’s face dropped as she answered my question. “I told you not to bring Agustin and Jacob to the mall with us, now we have to spend hours on a plane with them, hearing them talk non-stop,” Makenzie confirmed. “I’m sorry, Makenzie, but they are our friends,” I say supportively. I go to call my other friends, telling them the outstanding news.

Malloy is so excited to be fully part of the Beta Gamma Pi she believed that her life couldn’t get worse because she has a happy and proud mom and a lot of girl that are part the sorority and they treat her like a sister. A loving father and a loving boyfriend that is in the NFL. Malloy woke up on a bright monday morning by a phone call. The person on the phone was her boyfriend ex-girlfriend, and ex-baby mommy Sharon calling to hang out because they didn't have school in the morning. Malloy said okay because Sharon and her made up and Sharon finally understand that Kade don’t want her and started getting ready while getting ready there is a knock at the door and it’s her boyfriend Kade she so excited and hug him. During their hug she she smell a flower perfume on him but he decide not to jump to conclusion. She told Kade she was hanging out with Sharon and he said okay and kis her and she taste and smell strawberry on his lip. After he was gone she went back to getting ready but she couldn’t stop think about how Kade smell like he been with another girl. Arriving at the store that Sharon text her to meet her there she step out the car and saw Sharon in her car texting some that started with a ‘K’ but she didn’t see anything after that so she knocked on the window and Sharon jump like she was hiding something. Stepping out the car Sharon put her phone in her bag and brought it with her then she gave me a hug and i could smell

Seth sat silently in the back seat of his mom’s car. He had been staring out the window since 9:00 this morning for the past 10 hours he had been in the car. His mom had frequently been checking on him through the rearview mirror, but he didn’t blame her. He knew that she was worried about him. After all, until 3 months ago she had been in the same state of mind he was right now, so he knew that she understood what he felt like. On some levels anyway. She couldn’t fully understand what he was going through since she hadn’t been the one to cause the problems. Yet here they were, making the annual trip to Seth’s grandparents house the only difference was the were a man short this year. Their home was in Minnesota only 5 miles south of the Canadian border and in the middle of nowhere. It took the police 50 minutes to get there and there were only a few people that shared lake Kabetogama with them.

“God, I miss you so much Kris,” Analeigh Remington whispered softly, standing in front of her twin sister’s headstone. Tears were quickly falling and mascara was running down her pale face as a sob escaped her lips. She didn’t attempt to hide the tears and she definitely didn’t care how she looked. Nothing really mattered. Her sister was dead! She looked up at the sky and shook her head before sitting down on the bright green grass. “I... I just want you back,” Ana cried. The fifteen year old brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and rocking back and forth as gut wrenching sobs escaped. Today was the one day every year that she would break down without fail. Usually. Usually she was able to make it home before

April Walker was a new student at St. Nicolau High School and so far it has not been what she had expected it to be. When she first met her teacher Mrs. Johnson she embarrassed herself to her and the whole class by slipping on the wet part of the floor. Everyone started laughing, April also laughed with them trying to fit in with what the class is doing. When it was time for lunch she sat alone while others were gossiping about her and how she goofed up on her first try. Mrs. Johnson sat down next to April. “I know that it's hard to fit in on the first few days or so but- trust me and our class, and they’ll come to you sooner or later”. That cheered up April, when she walked back home with her brother Henry , he felt dizzy and very weak. His eyes also looked very drowsy. “ Are you ok”? April asked .“Huh”? Henry answered. Henry felt cramps and bruises forming on his back. Henry felt straight to the ground. “Henry, Henry, Henry”! “Help”! When April’s dad was driving by he noticed April crying for help and Henry straight on the floor. He parked and ran straight at them. “Guys, what happened”? While April explained what happened April’s dad was driving to the hospital. “I hope we’re not too late for Henry”! April said while crying sadly. When they arrived the doctor took notes and examined his body. The doctor found out he needed a severe surgery that will be on his lifeline. When they were waiting April’s mom showed up with a couple of tears rushing down like a streamline through her face. “ What

It was a normal November day for Melissa’s family, the air was cool and crisp. Leaves rested on the ground and crunched as Melissa climbed into her car. Inside, there was a great tension. Her brother was supposed to be at school but instead, he was in the front seat. This was in 2013 and from that point on her life changed forever. As her mom was driving out of the car line she tells Melissa that her dad has done something. She continues telling her how her dad locked her in the bathroom at the bakery and put his arms around her neck. He squeezed very hard and Melissa’s mom even thought she was going to die. Shocked, her first instinct was to pick up Melissa’s brother so they could go together to talk to the police. Later, as Melissa was going

“My friend, there are many things in this world and in the next that we do not understand. We may never understand. I believe the order of things may be out of balance. Something happened that caused the doors to the spirit world and ours to become out of whack. Evil spirits seem to have been able to gain access to our world and inhabit our bodily vesicles after we’ve left them. It’s possible that dream you had the other night. That might be the spirit world calling on you to help set things right again.”

My daughter and I were at the cafe. It was closing time. She and I sat at a table outside while Jane closed the register, chatting about the upcoming middle school dance. My wife joined us and locked the doors. "Wanna come with me?" she asked, patting the bag of money in her hand awaiting deposit at the bank across the street. Sally jumped up, eager, no doubt, to get one of the suckers from the candy dish that the bank kept at it's counter. "I'll warm up the truck," I said, fishing my keys from my pocket. My wife nodded in approval and walked me to the truck, kissing me on the cheek through the window after I entered, and again on glass after I rolled it up. They headed down the length of the truck and I turned to check the mirror when I saw it. A truck barreling down the road heading straight for my wife and daughter. I screamed her name and threw the door open when the hand that wasn't there was suddenly jerked to the opposing side of the truck, holding me in place as I kicked and screamed. The kiss on the glass of the window was the last I ever got, and the hand never let go

It was 2004 January 3rd, her baby brother Jamerson had been born. She could remember how excited she was to be his older sister, and how she could have someone to play with. One day when she went to her grandparents' house with her brother, she could remember on how he and her used to play jokes on them. Her grandparents would always say. “Oh you got me, and now I'm coming to get you”. Her and Jamerson was always laughing. The way Jamerson always had a smile on his face, whenever they went over there, he would always have something to tell them. Oh how Kaitlyn would do anything just to see her brother again and tell him she was wrong and how much she really loved him. As she was stepping through luggage she noticed that she hadn't seen a single thing of his or her stuff. Until she found Jamerson’s little blue, yellow, and red luggage bag where he kept his toys and games. Kaitlyn wanted to see what was in it, she had seen a picture of the family, of her and him with their grandparents, and one of her and him together holding hands while playing. Kaitlyn is then seen his shoe..and said to herself “I have found him and now I can tell him, I love him and tell I was wrong about the whole thing”. But it wasn't him, she started looking again and about 6 feet away, she found his body lying there. She went over to see if he was okay, and was

The primary purpose of creative writing is to teach the reader a lesson about the faults of human nature that they or those around them possess. Religious texts serve the same educational purpose. Parables like Noah and the Ark are not considered to be factual accounts of historical events in the eyes of most mainstream Christians. Usually, Noah and the Ark is interpreted as a story of rebirth, that even after sin it is possible to be forgiven and start all over. There is no competition between Moo and any religious text but the symbolism in both serves the same purpose; to attempt to teach readers about the dark sides of themselves that they are too proud to admit exist.

One Thursday, she said to him, “OK, I’ll see you in 15 minutes.” When she said that, my heart sunk and I could feel my face getting hotter and hotter, like the sun on a hot day. “What! Why are you going over there?” I asked her, startled. What she said next almost made me cry. “No. He is coming over here.” I just looked at her with disappointment. I knew I should’ve told my parents when I had the chance.

Smith walked slowly along, his boots hitting the wet cement of the sidewalk with a muted thud. He was not a large man, and walking where he was, surrounded by high-rise buildings that reached up to the sky and beyond, he looked small and insignificant. He wore an old trench-coat with grease stains running jaggedly down the front. The sun was bright on the slick-black wetness of the asphalt paving; his hair flopped over his tired eyes. He was carefully following a man, slipping easily in and out of the crowds of pedestrians, always keeping the man in front, in his sight at all times.

And so he shows Sendak, who barely flicks through it all before bringing his fingers to his temples, massaging them roughly. Squints at Lance with those dead, festering eyes.

It was a normal afternoon, quiet and peaceful. Then, a noise disturbed the peace, a knock. The knocking at the door became loud and quick. I left my room and went downstairs to the front door. I looked through the peephole and gasped. I haven't seen that face in 15 years." Father!” He smiled and said,“Hey Kiddo, it’s been awhile.” Father hugged me, entered the house, and placed a big black bag on the coffee table by the front door. “I'm just so glad you're here! Where have you been for this time?" Questions started overflowing my mind. My mother divorced my father after he became bankrupt. He couldn't take care of me so he gave me to grandma Miller. The next day, he vanished. I was 10 back then. "Slow your roll. I will answer all your questions, but first, what's for dinner?" I decided to order pizza and eat in the living room, like old times. When I was about to ask father a question, the front door opened. It was my boyfriend, Jake. We met in my freshman year of college and we've dated for four years. "Honey, I'm home. What did you-". He froze when he saw my father. "Who's this?" Father rose and said," I should ask you the same thing. Who are you calling honey? My daughter?" Jake was speechless, and I thought,” oh father. As stern as ever.” Jake finally said, "are you at her father? I'm sorry. My name is Jake, and I'm dating your daughter. It would be an honor if you still allow me to date her." I was so surprised. He's never been so formal, but the more I look at him,