Creative Writing: Blindly Divided

The abomination, as each element had taken to calling him, woke up lashed to a table, his wrists and ankles bound to the uncomfortable metal surface by a thick rope. He felt stiffness radiate from his muscles, but that pain was drowned out by the agony ripping through his right arm. He was about to scream as he looked down to see the word “abomination” carved into his arm in scrawling cursive, but before he could, a human like shadow attracted his attention when it shifted in the back corner of the room. Water slowly walked into the pitiful light, realizing she had been seen. The nameless boy watched in horror as droplets of his blood danced on her palm, glimmering wine red as they twirled up before splashing back down. Water grinned maliciously as she continued to control the liquid, speaking in a corrupt

Text “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

“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.

By:Kennedi From The Fast and The Furriest “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.

At that same moment, a knock came quickly at our door. The sound made me jump, it was as if someone was in danger. I raced downstairs till I saw our neighbor Alex at the door pleading with my mother about something. He spoke as if it was urgent, as if he needed to expel information that was of dire importance. I listened in and heard part of the conversation discussing our city, and how it was on fire. He told my mother that a man was rampaging through the city. He was on fire, and was killing all of the government officials. Father was at work in the city 's financial district. Mother cried for Alex to go with her to look for him, but Alex froze and told her that he values his own life more. Mother began interrogating Alex with questions about

I was so preoccupied with looking around the room I didn’t notice a short, elderly man creep out from the shadows. “What are you doing here?!” he shouted, “This here is private property!”. I turned around and took a good look at the man. He wore bleached, old fashioned clothes that resembled a style from the 1960s, with thick spectacles. He looked familiar. “A corpse was found in this area this morning, I’m questioning the residents surrounding the crime scene.” I replied, “Have you ever seen this man?” I inquired, pulling out the victim’s wallet showing him the photograph of the victim. An expression flickered across the man’s face almost too quickly to catch it, but he quickly regained his composure, “I ain’t never seen ‘im.” the man said indifferently.

By Saturday afternoon, the eighty-seven residents of the rural southern town of Wrongberight have suffered through four days of intense intermittent rainstorms. And to add to their misery another storm approaches the town from the northeast. Now, Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived here and has a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as the almighty man upstairs allows her to draw a breath, she will enjoy life, regardless of the weather. At four o’clock, she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, and gradually eases out of her driveway. The soaring Pines that surround her home sway to the rhythm of the gusting wind as she turns south onto Flat Bottom Road and follows it along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated

Everyone has judged someone before they get to know them, sometimes you can even do it on accident. My personal experience in judging someone before getting to know them was when I meet my step-brother Carson for the first time. When I first met Carson I was about 6 years old and he was around 10 years old. I was at his house in Florida that I had never been to before, so I was scared already, so when I went upstairs to grab something from my bag I saw him for the first time, he was coming around the corner really fast and was wasn’t paying attention and ran right into me. The first thoughts that came to mind was that he was big and scary and he just hurt me. But after I got to know him I realized he wasn’t really scary at all, it was just

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

I woke to shouting and banging on my door. I grabbed my pocket watch from the side of my bed; it read 4 o’clock. Who would be at my door this early in the morning? I thought. My body was dragged from the bed as I trudged along to my front door.

The Crime It was behind me. HE, was behind me. Chasing me with a dull, rusty dog-blood coated knife. MY dog's blood. I was just getting into bed when my dog started barking. Then it whined, and then he stopped. My dog never stops barking when there is someone at my

Sniff* "Mommy...Sniff* Daddy..." The lupine cried out as he laid down inside the beaten up box, wishing for his parents until someone started to shake the box. "L-leave me alone..." He whimpered to the stranger until the shaking stopped and two white hands reached inside and lifted him out of the box. "Hey there... Don't fret little pup I'm a police officer. Why were you in that box? Where are your parents? A white tiger asked with a gentle voice to the frightened pup. Jade noticed the police uniform and tried hard to calm down but failed miserably. "T...T-they are....sniff* There gone! T-there with everyone and left me all alone!" The lupin cried out loud, unable to hold back his warm tears. His breaths could be seen in the cold night air.

This has to be the strangest day I ever had, as I arrive to Rutherford High School to look for my friends, my mouth gapes open when I saw no one in the building. I stand still, bewildered a million thoughts were running in my mind. “Is it Saturday, no it's Tuesday,” I say to myself as I glance at my phone. Its 7:30 am. Where is everyone? I look to see if I had any texts from my friends when I realize I have no signal. I stand there puzzled as I hear the soft crunch of boots on the dry fall leaves, footsteps coming closer and slower each time. The person, walking gave out a screech every few seconds, a sound so vicious and menacing that echoed through out the empty street. I turn around to see who made that noise. My heart pounded like a jackhammer

easiest challenge in the world, but even with Rosita’s carefully planned list, we still came up with $4 extra. Usually Rosita lets us spend the extra money for ourselves, but today I opt to keep it in my savings so my trip to go home can come faster. After everyone