Creative Writing: Esmé's Mistake

Withdrawing it she settled for his hand, her fingers gripped upon his flesh part of a body, not a person or being, just flesh and bones. Her hand brushed against something hard and cold, her fingers enclosed around it. Pulling it up towards her face she squinted to make out its form. A bottle, her anti-depressants bottle, the lid was loose, and it was empty. She hurled at the wall watching it rebound and coming to rest within the ocean of blood, tears and lost hopes and

It has been at least an hour and a half since the attack. She does not remember anything that happened. She slowly get up and reaches for the doorknob. A sudden shot of pain went up her arm. Blood then started dripping from her hand. She had been cut. A knife stabbed her in her hand. “Ow.”, She then blacks out.

The hall had finally been stripped of all paintings, she noted with some frustration. Along with the rest of the paintings in the house, any object of value had gone missing. When confronted, her father had mumbled a lie about charities then waved her away. Even the good silver was gone, and most of their servants as well. All that remained was the cook, two house girls and the gardener, Pierre. He had been with them since her mother passed, and though he was well past working age, he seemed to have no desire to

“Mama, cover doors and windows. Everyone go to the bedroom, and put your masks on,” I directed, calmly. When I got to the bedroom, everyone was huddled around each other, with a white cloth on their face. Suddenly, the room became dark. You could hear the heavy breathing of everyone in the room, yet you couldn’t see anyone. The storm felt like it lasted for days, but only really lasted a few minutes. When I got back to the dining room table, I saw a letter on the table from the bank.

In the beginning, there was nothing except for fiery lava. Nothing was alive on the earth, there was nothing in general, no water, trees, animals, and definitely no humans to be in sight. There was only a god, a giant rock with lava covering it, and an idea about not being lonely. The god’s name was Jebidiah and he was extremely lonely and needed a spouse. It was impossible to make a spouse for himself because there was no solid ground and no oxygen as well. So the god had an idea, he would make a world capable of living in for his outstanding wife to be. He would add the solid ground, oxygen, trees, grass, and fruit trees for the girl to eat. He didn’t cover the entire floor of lava with the dirt but just enough for the girl not to feel the constant heat.

With sweat dripping from his tanned brown forehead, Daniel paused from his work and glanced around the barn. The barn was humid and hot and smelled of horse manure and dry hay. But, Daniel thought as he pushed his eyes toward the double wooden barn doors leading out into a bright and blistering day, at least the barn is offering some relief from the heat.

The sun broke through the grey and breathed life into the awakening city. The woman’s eyes though opened, were empty and moved accordingly to the flock of doves that soared through the chilled air. She gazed at the beautifully choreographed dance above where delicate wings formed prominent silhouettes against the comforting rays. The ancient apple tree which only last month was a mess of unruly twigs and withered leaves had now flourish into a bounty of lively red apples that heralded the Springtime. The richness of the sanctuary generated distant and painful memories in her head like the scenes of a tragic movie. She could still picture the remorseful look in the man’s eyes during his last breath. Her father, a man of ambitions and responsibilities, was not the father to throw her into the sky and tell her how much he loved

She finds herself standing by the open window of her kitchen. The city’s nightlife booming beneath her. The cold wraps itself around her like an old friend. Now, she finally realizes the cause of his death. It was her all along. Her blamed herself because it was her. Drip, drip, drip. It echoes around her, filling the last of her senses as she leans out the window.

Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.

Alexis Moloney was just another person in this world. But one day, something horrible happened. She was just enjoying another day of life, doing what she does every other day, but then it happened. She came home and was devastated. An fire had broken out in her house and most everything was burned. She didn’t have many people to turn to, and those she could have, didn’t have enough money to support her. So she went from place to place and finally she found a place at her cousin’s home. While she was there she listened to what the news had to say about the fire that consumed her home. The news didn’t report anything for a while after it happened. She waited and waited, and when it finally came on the news, there wasn’t much about it.

How could he be so stupid? What could've possibly possessed him to lead his men through a forest known to be infested with brigands, and while escorting Ela? Immediately regretting his mistake, he resumed the bloody combat as he saw Ela gallop off into the distance. She should be safe behind the column of troops that met the ambushers from the underbrush. Cursing under his breath, he turned to parry a downward strike with the back edge of his blade, before returning a diagonal slash to his opponent's neck as he felt something ring against the sallet that he wore. He was glad he picked up the helmet before the fray happened, for if he hadn't he'd be brained by the morningstar his new foe wielded. His vision blurred and disoriented he staggered back under the force of the blow as the man swung the cruel spiked ball and chain in a deadly sweeping arc. Ulric ended up

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

It was in an apartment complex, filled with plenty of cars and kids heading home; after a long day, of school and work. A shining light, from the sun’s surface, was slanting over the tall apartment walls and into the kitchen. Inside, an oppressed woman and the oppressive man. Each cup sitting neatly next to the pot of drinking water on the edge of the table. This was the area the condemned woman is due to be beat for the next year or two. Little worried children were squatting at by the couch, with their blankets draped round them.

I live in Esmoria, a country of floating islands. The population of Esmoria is very diverse. There are humans, orcs, goblins, ents, vampires, werewolves, dwarves, nymphs, trolls, phoenixes, elves, and, the most impressive of all the races, dragons. My home is in a little town called Esnea, Esnea is literally a village in the trees. It’s built into the branches of the giant trees of The Soaring Forest. The only way to get into the village is by the lifts that are only lowered if you know the words of entry. Esnea is one of the last two towns where all the races, except the dragons, coexist, the only other place where this occurs is Esmor. Esmor is the capital city of Esmoria. From my bedroom I can see the city, in the day it is a giant diamond,

Tears formed in her eyes as she felt his words stab her heart and stomped on it as if she meant nothing. Anger and grieve passed through her body. She knew what her family had become ever since my mother did what she did. Her father became an abusive father and the vampire kingdom became superior resulting in a world fearing the vampires.