Creative Writing: Home

"Arkon! Why are you home so early!?" He stood in the doorway silently staring. Blood still dripped from his metal clad hands onto the wooden floor. Metal creaked as he closed his hands into fists. "Home? No, it's clearly no longer such," he whispered. Afraid, the woman crawls further away, covering her body with blankets, as if like a shield from his eyes. "Hey, who do you think you are barging in like this!" a tall muscular man demands, as he climbs out of the bed to approach him. He doesn't

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. As he was sliding the key into the keyhole, Vinyl said, “Dad…” She was shaking uncontrollably, hooves wobbling around as if they were about to collapse. I was almost about to save her from falling, but this was another moment I couldn’t interrupt. Dusty pocketed the keys, pulled Vinyl in for a hug. I heard

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. The door slides open on well-greased

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. It was much like every day - the same routine. Wake up, open eyes, stretch your arms and move. It was the only life he had ever known. But

Before the outbreak, a perfumed scent wafted tenderly throughout the pleasant corridors of the hospital. Nurses and doctors were unhurried, moving back and forth with poised efficiency, admiring the flowers and beautiful framed artwork that once decorated the walls. It didn’t take long though; one by one, stretcher after stretcher, men’s bodies came rolling in, filling the halls, and suppressing the sterile scents with the putrid smells of rotting flesh. Men were missing limbs, some trembled helplessly

I nod, and bow my head. When she departs the table for the kitchen, I reflect on the cruelty of her words, and how they may have hurt Malcolm. With care, I stand and move away from my chair. And like a dormouse – flee. Malcolm’s house is dark. I knock at the front door. When he opens it, I ask, “Do you want company?” “Sure.” He stands aside and I enter. “Sorry for the darkness, I tried to meditate.” He switches on a floor lamp adjacent to a brown leather chair. “I don’t mean to interrupt

There he was, standing in the backyard of his childhood home. The visitor stood anxiously as if he didn't know where to start looking. He made his way toward the garage in the far corner of the yard. He put his hands on the handle of the door and opened it, slowly. He leaned into the garage as if someone or something was going to get him if he walked all the way in. The stranger finally got the courage to step all the way in, he even shut the door behind him. As he expected, nothing was the same

“Adrian stop horse playing and making noise go to sleep” exclaimed Mrs Patterson. “ Ok” I hate getting treated so terrible and I never did anything wrong moving from foster home to foster home I miss my family. “ Shut up Adrian and go to sleep before I make you” yelled Cody. “Quit it Cody and Tyler” As I woke up, Cody throws water on my face which is annoying then Tyler thinks it’s funny until someone gets him back, and we all get into a big argument, honestly I am very exciting for a new family

Timmy’s stomach was aching from the food he just scarfed down from his annual Thanksgiving dinner at his Grandma Gill’s mansion in Springfield, Illinois. He was trudging over to the closest couch for a time to give his body a rest from the scrumptious food. All he could think about was getting away from his hideous family to go play video games in his room. On the other side of town, Luscious was enjoying his Thanksgiving dinner that his whole family pitched in to make. There was one thing

The following afternoon The tree-lined country road narrowed into a winding track, and decelerating slightly, Booker carefully navigated the bumpy dirt trail. Horshack’s directions were vague at best, hurriedly whispered down the phone in a panicked voice, and Booker could not help but wonder what horrors the young freshman had experienced at the hands of his elders to leave him so terrified. But now was not the time to reflect on the abhorrent behavior of parental bullying; his focus was on Tom