Creative Writing: Ground Zero

Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over

"What are you doing?" She asked me her arms crossed over her chest. "Well I think I have a extra or two?" I said not really paying attention to her. "Hey! Bitch! You listening to me-" She stopped talking when I pulled out a box of pocky.

Almost instantly, River picked up his feet, sprinting faster and faster through the large crowds of people. A wide grin on his lips as he held the bread in his mouth still, cascading down the busy roads, avoiding cars and people along the way. A few of the pedestrians tried to even help the officer behind him by grabbing the white-haired perp. However, it seemed the boy's lightning fast reflexes resulted in them missing every time. With only a few who grazed his hoodie barely.

Each day Bat stared into the leafy trees above him, wingless and hopeless. Through the trees, however, was the thing he really longed to see, be and love. Above in the bright blue sky Bird could be seen swooshing and speeding through cotton candy clouds and tall magnificent jungle trees. Bat had always wanted to meet bird but every day at dawn Bird swooped up into the sky, up and up until she was just a speck on the other side of the impassible wall separating them. Every day for hours bat tried over and over to one day fly up to be with bird, however, none of them worked. Instead, Bat was met with the painful laughs and taunting the other rodents spat at him. Bat wanted to give up, to leave his fantasies, and to live the life he was meant to live but there was something always urging him not to give up. Whenever he looked up at bird he felt inside him that he was meant to fly, and that being a rodent wouldn't hold him back.

Waking up, it was the first time in months I haven't had a dream or memory. It made me nervous, but I shrugged it off. Boston. He was the one person on my mind. So many questions and yet no answers.

She pushed away from the door and followed, her stomach twisting with each step. Upon reaching the door, she knocked, feather light.

At the beginning of time, there existed one realm. In it there lived happiness and anguish, joy and pain, and success and failure. These emotions and characteristics were deep and rich. From this world emerged 2 beings, Masculum and Femina, born unto opposite sides in this vast world. The man was found among valleys and mountains, in a land of physical hardship and immense trials of strength and agility. He was forced to be strong in body, and aggressive, as wild animals and plant life sought to destroy him to eradicate his superior form. The woman was born in a land among clever serpentine creatures, foraging beasts, and changing landscapes that required quick thinking. Thus, the attributes of men and women were formed.

James grabbed after her, but she all but melted away down the stairs, running for all she was worth. Which, as it turned out, was quite a bit. Gabby was damaged, and terribly so, but she was desperate to preserve whatever was left of herself. James stepped into the basement, looking at her as she held the bottle. Flashes of memory, a bathroom, a phone, a threat oh so like this. But he had little doubt that this was going to end very differently. He weighed his options. If he let Gabby go, she'd essentially kill them all. he had no doubt what his fate would be. What Callie's fate would be. He wouldn't let it happen. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't let her destroy them. Closing his eyes, feeling tears start to form at what was about to

In the beginning, there was no light. Nor was there darkness. There was no big bang. Aliens did not create our planet, and neither did God. In the place of where our blue, little dot we call home, there was nothing. Our world did not begin with the creation of the universe, but more of an awakening. Somewhere, in the middle of all of the nothing, he woke up.

“Why are you making so many sandwiches?” Tia asked as she rudely sat on top of my kitchen counter, while rudely eating one of my pink ladies. “And why can’t I have one?”

“You are very hungry! Should I have my mama bring you some more?” She laughed back.

There was rain later that afternoon, and when we stepped out of the hospital, passing carriages sprayed water all over the sidewalks. Dusty didn’t say anything until we got home, soaked in water.

“Need you to come baby. Not going to last, you feel too damn good and it’s been way fucking too long.”

One stormy night there was this house in the middle of the of the woods and, three boys who were about to have the night of their life. James and his friends Cameron and Francisco they were hanging out in the living room when a crash of thunder shook the house and knocked out the power and, scared all of them. The only thing could see was darkness until they remember their phones and turned on their flashlight and use it for light.

The boy’s eyes were half open, yet everything he saw was opaque: a shadow by his bed, and a drop of sunshine from the window. He just simply laid there, with no words, and even no emotions. Slowly, his eyelids lifted upwards, like a giant stone being lifted up by many strong men. His eyes were finally open, the eyes full of drowsiness and confusion.