Creative Writing: Holes In The Home

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

It is three years into the war, WWII, and Oscar is turning seven tomorrow. Although the sun is creeping under the horizon, Oscar is still as energetic as a rabbit!Because his parents were getting rations along with Oscars sister Elle, Oscar is staying home alone.

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.

“You cut you’re beautiful, long hair after your return. Mom thought you were in protesting the war, but I saw you two. I knew the real reason you cut the longest blond braid in the neighborhood.”

“Hey, This is Liz. You have reached my voicemail, leave a message after the beep. If this is Gibert you’re a loser and stop calling me, haha just kidding love you Gil.”

Finally, they arrive to the trap house. Surprisingly, the trap house looks extremely clean on the outside on a quiet block.

"Ye yi yo yum," annouced the giant, by the name of Gilbert. The giant's wife, Sally, grunned. She was really tired of hearing his voice. "Yes Gilbert?" The giant's wife sighed. "Where is the the hen that lays the golden eggs?" Gilbert bellowed. "Same place as usual," Sally replied. Sally had been waiting for the prophecy to happen. The prophecy of when a curious boy plants a magical seed, that grows all the way up to the realm above the clouds. Sally could hear Gilbert speaking to the hen, with a loud and clear voice. "Lay," he said. Over and over again. He came back in with the eggs. When Gilbert came back in, Sally asked: "How many eggs did our magical hen lay?" Gilbert replied: "Only ten," with only sounding like "Onaley" and ten sounding like "ton".

‘Breathe, just breathe. It's nothing more than a dark alley and you're not afraid of the dark - Come on!' Elena tried to calm herself and she inhaled a deep breath before she forced her legs to move. Her whole body was tense, but each movement was shaky, her fawn-like brown hues seeming so much wider than usual as she took one step after the other. It was true: Elena Gilbert was not afraid of the dark, but there was something about this place that made her feel anything but safe. She should not have left on her own, but there was no other option, was there? Damon had a way of messing things up and that was the last thing that she needed.What she needed was to find Stefan… She needed to bring him home, bring him back - no matter what that meant,

PER REPORTER: On last night, mom left the children home alone. Reporter stated she is trying to get some assistance because it has to stop. Mom is mad because the reporter is concerned. Mom smoke weed. Reporter will get Jalisa and her sister and they clothes and hair smell like weed. She smokes around the children. It's not being sold or manufactured out of the home. It's unknown if it's accessible to the children. Mom whips Jalisa a lot and the other child gets better treatment. Jalisa has dark marks possibly from being whipped. Reporter doesn't believe the marks are from her playing. Mom will get angry when Jalisa is scared and crying not to go back in the home after seeing her aunt and grandmother. She acts like she is scared to go back in the

The whole room was intrusive: cold marble floors against his bare feet, columns reaching to nowhere, everything huge and expansive but also small and constricting at the same time, like the room couldn't decide whether it wanted Sutekh to float away into the expansiveness or be flattened to nothingness. He'd take the floating; away from those overwhelming senses, and up to the beautiful night sky that hovered above. Indeed, there was no ceiling: just expansive darkness and its pinholes.

The silence echoes around the room, dripping from the walls and puddling in her head. She takes a step in the direction of the swirling dark tower. It erupts from the ground like a bone from the skin of a child. Her feet feel like weights, trying to hold her back, keep her from the pain. But there is something that keeps her going, some sort of sick twisted part of herself she keeps hidden in the depths of her mind. She reaches the base of the tower and looks up.

I am surprised and happy by the response to the story thus far. As usual I own nothing I just like to play.

we became super close. I never really thought or had an idea of us even talking after that day at the fair but you know, everything happens for a reason. By that I mean, well, what do I mean? Okay, yeah. I like Teddy. I like him a lot but he doesn’t know and he can’t. We’re best friends. We get along so well. We have so much in common and when im around him it’s like this feeling that i’m never going to be bored or sad every again. There’s just one slight problem. By slight I mean serious, serious for me anyway. Teddy is in love with someone. Yes, I know, he has a girlfriend. Brooklyn Christine. Yup, thats her. Good ole Brooklyn. Nevermind there is no good in Brooklyn. I want to meet her but then i don’t. What if she’s gorgeous. What if she’s

A cool spring morning in Chicago a little boy was born the fourth son to a woman, Jane, who