Creative Writing: Fraun

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

“Wow,” the demon responded. “I know I’m a demon, but I’m pretty sure that’s downright evil.”

I was here I was walking threw the amazing wooden doors into the most fantastic park. I was standing on the floors of the GREAT WOLF LODGE. I was there with Amanda, Lyla, Calista, and Kira. We all quickly walked over to the check in desk so that we could get our wristbands and bust over to the water park. There were about one, two, three, four five people standing in front of us. While we were standing in line there was an amazing window that was huge and we could see every person and every ride in the park. We saw one of the biggest slides there we say the most crazy slide it was called HOWLIN TORNADO. We finally got to the front of the line and we were ready to get our wristbands on. The manager slipped on a teal waterproof wristband the said “GREAT WOLF LODGE”

“Okay, so what exactly are we looking for here?” Finn asked flashing his light across the stage.

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.

“Okay” I answered in return. Afterwards we walked into a room lit by fancy pink tinted light bulbs making the room a dark pinkish color. The smell of spice stuck to the air and I sneezed at the thickness of it. looking up at Vanitas I saw a half smile creep across his face.

Boggs guides Finnick and me out of Command, along the hall to a doorway, and onto a wide stairway. Streams of people are converging to form a river that flows only downward. No one shrieks or tries to push ahead. Even the children don't resist. We descend, flight after flight, speechless, because no word can be heard above this sound. I look for my mother and Prim, but it's impossible to see anyone but those immediately around me. They're both working in the hospital tonight, though, so there's no way they can miss the drill.

“I was way out of line,” he whispered. “I don’t even know what I was arguing for; I just wanted to attack something, anything...Leorio, I’m a terrible person, I…”

Hans fur stands on end, making him look like a wet pin cushion, his whiskers quivering in fear, Han whispers, "Well, we will be out of here soon just need to get Parcival healed up, and we'll go."

I hunkered down behind the massive boulder and managed to wedge myself between it and another stone and I kicked out. It didn’t budge. I shoved again, harder, but it wouldn’t give an inch. My only option was to use

“You are a Night Hoof, Warrior Rageran,” Stifflus remarked, matching Rageran’s sternness. “Think of it as a precaution for now. But just make sure not one of your warriors does anything sudden, else there will be blood spilled here.”

As the sun peeked through the blinds on her front window, Gianna stretched and panicked she was late for school. Then she remembered it was summer break and she could take her time getting out of bed. She wondered how many more mornings it would take for her to realize she didn’t have to rush into the shower and get to school. Instead, she contemplated what she felt like doing today. It looked like a nice day so probably the beach as usual. Just then her phone began sending notifications.

She raised her eyebrows. “Would you hold still so I can wrap it." As she began to wrap my arm, she looked at Alex and told him the story. When she finished the cut was hidden behind a tight and neatly wrapped bandage. Then she got up. “I’m going to go over there and finish helping them so we can leave.” She pointed across the room, then she looked at me, “He looks like he needs to talk to you." She spun on her heels and left us alone.

“I have dabbled in certain forbidden rituals that have extended my life but that isn’t very interesting. What is interesting is, why you are here, aboard my ship, Travin?”

Hugo has been in his lab for days now, he only comes out when the newspaper arrives. The last time he did that was thirteen years ago, when he was finding the antidote for the Plague or the definite name the Finis Plague. He is keeping secrets from Magnus and me. If it is something serious and something is truly wrong then the world may be in danger again. I have to get Magnus concerned because then he will come up with a way to get Hugo to tell us what is going on.