Creative Writing: Empire Island

Four friends were going to hang out at Kings Island during Halloween Haunt. Their names are Jane Rogers, April O’Neil, Steve Rogers, and Donatello Hamato.

Hi Mary Lou, I miss you so much and can’t wait till I get back to England to see you.

I hope this letter finds you well. This trip has been a harrowing journey for me. About half way across the large, blue ocean, a beam was cracked! I was told that the beam offered great support to the ship. It is a wonder that I am still alive and not trapped in Davy Jones’s locker. Oh sister, the storm was horrendous. I was not able to even write because of all the movement of the waves. The waves were three times the size of my house! Thankfully, my husband happened to have a great iron screw that secured the beam in place. Many of the sailors were thankful to have a blacksmith on this boat.

“Fuck yeah. I wanted you since I first laid my eyes on you. I should of came after you since I first saw you, but my dumbass told Nino I wanted you and he thought coming after you before I did would be fun.” I stay quiet as he continues to

"Okay." I agreed, I've known Peyton for fourteen years and I know she only wants whats best for me, besides I'm not too fond of Niall

Fabian’s face grows more annoyed as he fails to understand me, he gives a subliminal nod to the men holding Ryan and they immediately hail a quick succession of punches to his abdomen too.

She pressed her lips together. “Even if I knew how, a relationship is not an entanglement I can afford. I leave in the morning on a new mission. There’s a constant supply of terrorists, drug lords or other assholes, which require my full attention."

As day turned to night, cooler weather returned. The cold wind came so suddenly, it caught everyone by surprise- servants hurried to collect firewood, stock up on meats, fresh fruits, and vegetables; also, non-perishable foodstuffs such as flour, meal, coffee, and sugar, just incase it became too cold to get out into the streets to go to the market to get them. Most agreed that the inclement weather was due to the late storm- according to Angelique’s butler, Jubal, the storm threw things out of whack as it traveled north. He hypothesized that the swirling winds suctioned the cold wind from the north down into the bayous. Maybe he was right; the cold winds sure replaced the warm ones in a hurry.

Her breath rushed out in ragged gasps as she searched for a place to hide on the giant ship. She couldn’t go back there, not again. Going back meant that they had won, and she couldn’t let that happen, even if she had to change her name and move to a new state. She hurried through the shadows of the ship as quietly as she could, all the while listening for any evidence that they were chasing her. Having lived with her sailor grandfather, she knew how to walk while the ship was moving, but the rain made the floor slippery, and making it difficult for her to catch her footing. Finally finding a small row boat to hide in, she began to hear numerous footsteps coming from the opposite side of the deck, and she tried to control her breathing

Though enemy resistance continued to be met on their way to the extraction zone, on the part of Dritte Zug and DHvKA, at the extraction zone itself, everything proved to be much quieter on the Brotzman brothers end. After eliminating the opposing force at the extraction zone about ten or so minutes earlier, the only noises that the bothers could hear were the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions. Stahlsebastian, Horst and Arno all reckoned that it had to be the kids, who were trying to get to the extraction point in their halftracks. Suddenly, not too long afterwards, the FF33 that Stahlsebastian carried began to crackle once more. Again, it turned out to be the captain of the Neumaryland. Likewise, Stahlsebastian picked up the field telephone.

"Okay well don't ever get into bed with him because we don't need him getting into more trouble than he already does" He said.

“You said he stole your heart, right? Wouldn’t you be hurt knowing you didn’t at least try to win his affection?”

I stop in my tracks, looking at the man like he is out of his mind. “NO! She’s my best friend. I will not leave her. Why would I ever do that?!” I growl back at him, unaware that my body was beginning to tremble.

Her answering smile was one of understanding, and even when she stood on tiptoe, she only made it far enough to kiss his neck, tasting the salt of his skin and inhaling his musk. “I don’t mind teaching you.”

The trip back to Africa seemed longer than the initial trip to England. Seeing the rolling hills of forest and jungle, Henry was taken in awe. Jonathan came up beside him, “Home, sweet home,” he sighed. Upon docking, they were all warmly greeted by Monsieur Dumont. “Welcome back, Porters! I assume your trip went well?”