Creative Writing: Brig's Narrative Fiction

Embers flew from the campfire, and into the starry night sky; meanwhile, the campers, Jackie, Carl, and Jim, sat close to it for warmth. “Now who's ready for a campfire story?” said Jackie. “You can sometimes go a little overboard, so Carl is taking the wheel.” Carl continued, “Once upon a time” Jim screams, and Carl rolls his eyes at Jim, “May I proceed,” He responds rhetorically. By the time Carl finishes the scary story, Jim has already dashed into the tent, startling his dog, a basset hound named Roxy. Carl along with Jackie look at each other in regretful worry, as they walk towards Jim's tent.

Mine is!” The other man screamed back at Davey. The other man was younger than Davey, he should not have been yelling at his elders like that. His name was Shannon Pierce. His nickname was “Puke”. He cannot hold his ale. He had a beard that was about as long as Davey’s. It was a dark brown color, and it stood out more compared to Davey’s dull grey beard. The other man combed out his beard. Crumbs from unknown foods fell out and he grinned with pride. They were drunk. It was obvious. They slurred their words and swayed like they were aboard a ship in a storm. Davey picked up a chair and waved it around madly, “my beard is better!” Shannon grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it against the table. He waved the sharp broken end around and just screamed a whole lot. Davey threw the chair at Shannon. Selena turned away when she heard Shannon screaming out of pain instead of screaming for intimidation. She peeked around just in time to see Shannon run after Davey in a stabbing motion with his broken bottle. Davey scarcely dodged Shannon. He instead ran into a wall and broke his nose. Shannon was coming back after him. Selena suddenly screamed like she had been

It was a dark night, and a group of four went out and about through the wilderness where they chose to take beer, along with material to build a fire to talk about life and its finality. It was him, Coach Wally, along with three other staff members from the old Eagle Pass High School. Wally didn’t

A far-off roar awakens Brian in the middle of the night. Suddenly, a tornado pounds down on him, slamming him on the side of the shelter. The tornado departs as quickly as it had arrived, leaving Brian out in the open, his shelter and fire obliterated. Without the protection of the fire, mosquitoes find him once again and he lies sleepless for the remainder of the night, contemplating how his situation has changed so drastically in one day. In the aftermath of the moose attack and the tornado he has little left.

It had been an extremely long Thursday and the nice warm sun had finally disappeared behind the great big mountain tops. The sky was as orange as could be with very few clouds. We had arrived to the neat little area where we would spend the night. It was almost like a zoo, with five boys and a dog sharing a little cabin in St. Elmo that only had one bathroom and two bedrooms. We drove up to the cabin in Shel’s nice air conditioned car. We all got out one by one, Shel first, Jordan next, then Pablo, Dakota and myself. Shel approached the cabin to unlock the door while the rest of us unloaded the car and eager to let Shel’s anxious dog, Molly out. She had been barking the whole ride there. We were outside for the first time since the sun had

Tom’s frightened faced filled the twenty-six-inch screen, his panicked gaze frantically flitting from left to right. Suddenly, his eyes bulged, a look of shock replacing his fearful expression. “DENNIS, DON’T!” he screamed.

The phone rang. He looked at it. It was another fireman, Orson. And Orson had been at The Wild Bull last night. Oh well, might as well dive in with both feet. Denny set his cigarette in a plastic ashtray on the kitchen table. “Yeah, Orson.”

Anyway, back to Spencer. I was leaning against the wall, and then I someone ran into me. I stumbled and fell sideways, right into Spencer. For a couple seconds I couldn’t figure out what happened. All I knew was my head kinda of hurt and there was beer spilled all over my shirt. Someone held out a hand and pulled me up. That someone was Vivian. At the time, the only thing I knew about Vivian was that she scared the shit out of me. Two years prior to that day, she looked a lot like Alice, actually. Cute blonde hair, bright blue eyes, wore little dresses to school. Then she changed. She died her hair black, got a nose piercing, and I hadn’t seen her in a dress since. I hadn’t even talked to her in several years when she pulled my beer-soaked

I laid back in my hospital bed as my stomach began to growl. I politely called the nurse.

I remember a time when one student and I did math together. I was in charge of a kid. This kid made it very clear to me that they thought math was ridiculous. (I’m naming this kid Jorge because I don’t want to give his name out.)

“Where’s the lighter at”, Connor said with a worried tone. “I don’t know, I thought I left it on the picnic table” Dan said while pointing at the table with nothing but a fishing pole on it. I said, “did you drop it in the fire?” laughing a little. Dan replied with, “No, do you really think that I’m that stupid”. We sat there wondering where it was while sitting by the lake around the fire, it was a chilly night so I scooted my chair a foot away from the fire. Little did I know what was going to happen next. I had goosebumps on my arms and there was fog on the lake without a boat in sight. Dan said, “ I’m going to put more wood on the fire” and got up and went over to the tractor to get more pieces. Connor started getting worried because

After he sits with outside with them for a while, Blake sighs unusually loud and says “Alright, I’m ready”

“We'll keep it casual. I'll just drop by the coffee shop a couple of times a week for a visit.”

At the familiar sound of Mary’s voice, Angela slowly cracked one eye open before shooting up in bed. She felt her chest tightening as she realized that she was back in her dorm room. Her light blue comforter had fallen off of the bed as it did every night and her legs were completely tanged in her sheets as if she had been tossing and turning in her sleep.

As Lance descended into the sewers, the metal bars that barely passed for a ladder did nothing to improve his mood. The rubber tread on the bottom of his leg kept catching awkwardly, causing him to jolt and nearly lose his grip. He jumped the last couple of rungs, landing on the cement platform with a dull thud that echoed around him. His leg popped in protest, and Lance reminded himself to be gentler on his prosthetics. He didn’t need them breaking on him.