Creative Writing: Bloody Bones

“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question

“You better not be here to kill me,” she answered. It was her best friend, Molly. Molly had medium length brown hair, and was wearing

“Yeah, but they just ignored me,” the little girl mumbled, her head leaning against the window as she took in the scenery.

Everywhere I looked; up, down, side to side, I saw thick dark redness, it seemed to slowly become my world. Spinning. Red. Blood. Or was it? What time was it? What had happened? All these questions swirled in my head; as a familiar copper like taste slipped into my mouth. Was it mine? As the blood gashed down my face all I could focus on was my hands trembling on either sides of me. The world slowly revolved around my shaking hands and the blood covering my entire being. What was I to do? It felt as though I was spinning, or rather the world spinning in front of me. My brain, finally coming into the realisation that I in fact was not dead. As I realised this, my brain slowly started to come back to life, asking my limbs to move. Begging, my limbs to move out of this horrid red darkness, that my eyes could only see. Or so I thought. But I stood still, the only thing moving in that very moment was my trembling hands and the droplets of blood hitting the cold cement floor, that laid underneath me. Drop, drop, drop, echoing as it puddled to the floor. It was covering me—surrounding me. I started to hear screams, but very low muffled screams. They were there, but with the life of me I could not comprehend them as much as I tried. The spinning red world in front of me soon came to an end when I focused on

“Sometimes,” said Dr. Stedman, “it can take years to construct an exhibit.” “Wow”! Said Lilla as she watched Dr. Stedman work on a brontosaurus skeleton. “First we have to clean and repair the bones,” he said. “Do you mean you glue broken ones back together,” asked Lilla. “Yes they we make plaster replacements for any bones that are missing,” he replied. “We have to put steel rods inside the bones so they Don’t collapse” he added. “It seems like doing a jigsaw puzzle,” said Lilla. “That’s true,” he said. “It’s like doing the biggest puzzle in the world.”

As Burns stepped closer to the rotten door, his every step creaking on his way to the rotten door. The door crumbles in just a touch as Burns continues fearlessly walking forward, gun in hand. The room was so poorly lit it was impossible to see anything other than what you were focusing on. Burns was focusing frantically looking around the room, he needs answers now. His eyes are finally locked on one thing in the room. He found what he was looking for but it wasn’t what he wanted to see. What he found was the bloody body of his once alive friend. He looked on in horror as he moved closer to inspect the wounds. The once fearless sheriff was now shaking in his boots. Burns had just heard the gunshot, the killer has to be near! Burns broke into

Okay men today we got orders from the CDC” announced Captain Luke O’Grady “ there is a new strain of rabies that originated about 12 miles north of us in a secluded village an hour east of Bourem, in Kidal, they want us to go help the villagers set up: quarantine tents, guard systems and vaccine stations. Over 30% of the town has become infected but they sent out a doctor that says 5 cases have been solved. The rest of the cases have been sedated and contained because they are in completely volatile state. Once we get them set up we are to be checked out by the CDC physician and evacuate the area”

As he thumbed off the safety, he allowed himself one last, stolen glance at the sculptured head, arching up to grasp an apple. Jamie swallowed and pulled the trigger with his twitching finger. The deer took a tremendous hop while Jaime's heart is pounding like a hammer hammering a nail. He stood there quietly with a stare looking back into the bush where the deer had ran. Jamie stood up shaking like it was 20 below out he bolted back to the house and told his mom and his dad the good news. After telling him Jaime and his dad headed for the woods. Jaime showed his dad where the deer had been when he shot it so it would be easy to find the blood trail. The woods was quit then Jamie's dad found the blood trail. Jaime and his dad followed the

He lay there unconscious, and with zero wounds in sight. His black, shiny hair was held neatly in a ponytail. He wore a plain black T-shirt and blue jeans with designer holes in them.

He was outnumbered, and almost instantly they had him shoved down onto his knees, holding his arms securely on both sides.

Jules rolled her eyes at her. “Come on Alivia, really? Stop bothering the customers and get back to work.”

“What are you talking about?” Gwladys asked, although she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"That's what it says on the door, yes," Harris replied, finding himself growing slightly annoyed rather quickly. Who was she and what did she want? "What do you want?"

“This power is unbelievable!” She thought. “I brought this on myself, if I prolong this fight any longer, I’ll be in trouble.”

“Yes.” she answered blankly. At first sight, the man standing in front of her wasn’t impressive, nor a surprise.