Creative Writing: Crisscross-Home

Summary: Alex had only ever known Michael as the mysterious man who’d protected him from a few bullies, gifting him with a small knife and the promise of teaching Alex to use it, before vanishing. Never to be seen again.

Walking into Creg’s house is like trudging into an over cluttered garage before spring cleaning. When first stepping through the doorway one can’t help but to gawk at the six inch deep blanket of paper and wrappers covering the floor. Long pants and close-toed shoes are a necessity when visiting Creg, because the paper scratches at ankles and feet as they sink into the viscous litter. Musty smells of unwashed laundry and old boxes burns the visitor’s nostrils. Each step taken is followed by a revolting crunch. If unfortunate enough to inhale through their mouth, an overwhelming taste of dust will choke the visitor. Creg is used to it though, he comes home everyday bounds through the mess, into his living room.

recall that his handshake was warm and his face handsome with a quirky smile. I’d noticed him earlier at dinner seated at the table talking animatedly to a group of academics. So, it felt fitting to finally have a chance to speak with him alone.

"Arkon! Why are you home so early!?" He stood in the doorway silently staring. Blood still dripped from his metal clad hands onto the wooden floor. Metal creaked as he closed his hands into fists.

However you were reminded of that very suddenly one morning, at 1 o'clock when your phone started buzzing against your nightstand.

I walked into Mrs. Steckity’s classroom on the first day of preschool. There was other kids running around playing and yelling.

"Daddy!" Clary's voice echoed into the ebony, still night, as she rode into the familiar, dark forest. The wind whipped through her fiery red tresses, creating a halo of crimson waves which flowed gently down her back. But the only mere answer/sound she received back was the mere echo of her own voice. The air was strangely still, and silent as glass, yet very frightful and stagnant, and it filled her heart and soul with the utmost dread. The only sound that she could hear beside her voice were Wayfarer's loud, excessive whining. "Daddy!" she called out once again, as her father's horse continued to spin around in circle's.

I returned back to Middleton with messy hair and baggy eyes. In my fifth-period in Spanish, my teacher Ms. Hermani introduced us to a new classmate. She was weird looking. She had light blue eyes, blueish black hair, pale white skin. She was tall and lanky. Her smile was creepy like a carved pumpkin. “Everyone, this is Amelie. She will be joining our class for the rest of the year” the teacher said. Amelie waved at all of us with her long fingers. Olivia leaned forward to my ear and whispered, “She is weird...Stay away from her”. I nodded and replied back, “Definitely”. Unfortunately, Ms. Hermani made Amelie sit by me. My heart pounded faster than a car moving. I could feel the heat in my body. Didn’t you know how nervous I was? I spent the last 43 minutes suffering from her sitting by me. Amelie did strange drawings using black ink only. She did a drawing of a cat and a girl. Her odd and scary appearance disturbed

Looking out onto the open space embracing Mother Nature’s beauty at every mile. Mountains to the left and to the right covered in all that white fluff. They stood so high it was as we were surrounded by them. Those huge snowflakes tap on the windshield. Amy and Paul are taking their annual road trip. They have no true destination they are just going with the flow but they hope to experience various things just like any other trip they have had.

Celia's smile, slaphappy and serendipitous way of life has always intrigued me. Likewise, Sarah's perpetually composed expression, amazing strength and treasured friendship is constantly captivating, especially whenever I drift off into Neverland. Can I tell you? Sarah is a lovely human being, downright lovely. Matthieu, on the other hand, I barely know. Our paths first intersected in the month of May years ago when he asked me to co-present at a conference in Lillee. Though we haven't spoken much since, he is forever a friend.

“Irwin? Katherine?” Angela called out, hearing her voice echo against the walls and bouncing back to

The Classroom is a great place. All the objects stay in their home’s waiting to go into the treacherous place where markers are thrown across the room, and papers are scattered across the floor. Yet the boys and girls don’t know they the objects want a new beginning...

The hallways an endless channel, the doorway a snowcapped mountain, indomitable and tough. Prim and proper with a shiny buckle, the heels of my mother’s penny loafers clack loudly on the scuffed floors. The classroom is empty, there 5 desks in a semi-circle at the front of the room with a podium in the middle. Mrs. Mellinger smiles at me, asks me if I’m ready to go. I tell her that I sure hope so. She laughs, and I take my seat in the front of the room. Shortly after, the other kids filter in, some sit with me in the front, the rest take their normal seats.

Before the outbreak, a perfumed scent wafted tenderly throughout the pleasant corridors of the hospital. Nurses and doctors were unhurried, moving back and forth with poised efficiency, admiring the flowers and beautiful framed artwork that once decorated the walls. It didn’t take long though; one by one, stretcher after stretcher, men’s bodies came rolling in, filling the halls, and suppressing the sterile scents with the putrid smells of rotting flesh. Men were missing limbs, some trembled helplessly whilst others simply lay frozen in horror. Many never lasted more than a few hours as the white-capped nurses rushed helplessly to their aid, battling the impossible circumstances in the search of inexistent supplies. Doctors, morose in their

Dogs have chewed through the front door; half of the door is missing. There is a hole in the front door, and a blanket is covering the hole part of the door. It is unknown how long the door has been that way. The family has been in the home for about 2 or 3 months. The living room ceiling is caved in from water damage. Joshua sleeps on the couch in the living room. The installation and mold can be seen in the home. It is unknown if the children have been sick due to the mold being in the home. There are lady bugs, and wasps in the home. There is no running water in the home; the hasn’t been running water since the family has been in the home. The house belongs to someone else. Jennifer abuses cocaine on a daily basis; she just buys the drugs. She has not