Creative Writing: Jake's Mistake

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

Turning on the tv she was surprised to see on the news that an avenged murderer was on the loose. The lady on the news said it's best if people secure all windows and doors as a safety hazard. With the dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window and locked each of them one by one. She kept reassuring herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog and that her parents would be home shortly anyways. So Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for her to go to bed.

I know mom died, Rosie, but it's better than seeing you like this." The words stabbed mercilessly into her, winding in-between bones and cartilage to strike her very core. "You dropped out, I know you've been stealing from me, and I can't support you the way you are anymore. It's been years, Rose. I've moved on. Your brother moved on. You need to move on, too." Pale blue-green eyes stared, blankly, at the weary older man leaning against the frame of her bedroom door--her father. Beleaguered with stress and a faint sense of hopelessness, he just stared at the floor as he addressed his twenty-three-year-old daughter. "I talked to (Your Character) the other day, about you. People were worried for a while, now they've just about given up. You've

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

Darkness looms overhead, the two wrapped in their sleek black garbs. Moving through the shadows, neither said a word nor did one say a word. The lithe girl left only her almost dead blue eyes visible, along with patches of her pale skin. The boy besides her, however, wasn’t worried about being seen. The girl was not either, but many would make that mistake, the two did not fear capture.

It had been three months since the incident and every day Hollis woke up, opened his left eye and stared into the void of shadows he could make out on the tunnel walls. His mouth tasted like he tried to eat copper, tangy and metallic, almost like blood. And there was still a large knot in his chest, pushing and squeezing his heart, trying to force it somewhere else so it could occupy the cavity in Hollis’s narrow chest. Hollis would lay for a minute, sweat drying back onto his grey skin that glowed eerily in the lack of light, and count to fifty while his heart stopped hurting and the knot receded back to a more manageable size. After awhile, Hollis would stand up and feel his way around his bag until he drew out some form of food, usually

Goodluck having a good time now,” Laurel walked away cackling like a witch. Jackie looked around at all the people she considered to be her friends. Every single one of them chose Laurel over her. Jackie took one last look at the people she once had loved and turned around. She ran as fast as she could in her too tight jeans to the soccer bleachers. She ran up to the very top of them and went into the corner where the top fence met the side railing and sat down. She looked up at the sky trying to get the tears to go back into her eyes, but her efforts were fruitless. She gave up and let the tears pour out of her eyes. Jackie never cried, but now, more than ever, she couldn’t hold it in. Every emotion she had held inside of her from the past few days was coming out now. She cried for what seemed like forever. After her reservoir of tears was all dried up Jackie pulled herself together and got her phone out to text her dad to come and get

Beside her, he sits, driving along the mountain road. The music from the radio is embracing them, but is unable to drown out the hatred in that very moment. His eyes continuously flicker over towards her, checking on her. She seethes beside him, refusing to make eye contact. Quickly, he reaches across the car, capturing her hand in his. She pulls back, but he stays headstrong, refusing to release her hand. Their hands collide with the passenger side window, pulling him out of his seat slightly, but enough. The car slides, colliding with the guardrail. Together they plummet.

She sobbed inconsolably when they incapacitated him with a Taser, strapped his hands to his body and then hauled him into a white van. She had a huge, long row with mom after that. Mom shouldn’t have believed of what other people think about him, and the report that he had attacked his classmate until his classmate suffered a concussion should never have led to this. But now that she had already been in the same room with him, she didn’t even have a chance to say a word. Something seemed to burden his mind, making him so distant and far. How can I reach him? Adie thought. How much she wanted to hug him and talked to him about small things, like her feeling.

One day Billy wanted a challenge. I am going to all the fast food restaurants and try all their cheeseburgers.

After running from the P.M.C.C. for hours on end Collin finally caught his breath and began to regroup. He ventured into an abandoned Shop-Rite scavenging for food. Something he had not had since the hydrogen bomb went off two days ago. Nothing much was left due to every store being ransacked as soon as America went into fallout. After some searching, Collin fortunately found canned tomato soup and some beef jerky. As he was about to eat he heard a loud clamor a couple aisles over. He slowly made his way and peered to see what or who made the noise. To his relief it was only another man, around the same age as he.

Katie ran away from home to protect her mother. She was alone until she met a boy that helped her learn how to survive on the streets. Just as the loneliness was starting to subside, her new friend was killed. If that wasn’t enough, it turns out that running away was all for nothing. She thought if she wasn’t around her mother, she would be safe. But she was wrong.

Ally sat against the wall head tucked in her knees crying in despair.She always felt so unlistened to.She wondered why this certain tension just seemed to infiltrate her.Ally then wiped her tears as her mother called for help with groceries.As she walked down, she saw her dad already helping her mom.She still decided to help with the groceries anyways.She tried to avoid any eye contact as her eyes were still puffy from the tears that had swept down her face.However, it didn't seem to matter much considering the fact that her parents didn't glance anywhere near her direction.They were too busy conversing about the way her dad's day went.Mumbling under her breath she said "thanks for asking about my day, glad to know you're concerned''.Ally then

"There once was guy named Jack. Jack didn't have much but what he did have he worked hard for. Jack was seven feet tall, and had a long beard. His hair was almond colored and his eyes were sky blue and they pierced you when he'd look at you. Jack lived very far away from the city and cant work many hours because of that, that's why he doesn't have much. Jack had to quit school because he couldn't read, that's why he cant buy a house by the city.Yeah, school was never easy for Jack, because people would pick on him accept for one girl named Lilith. Lilith was actually really short and her eyes were hassle. Jack knew from the first day he saw Lilith that he loved her. 15 years later they were married. Over the course of all the years

A muscle twitched in Jake’s jaw as he reread the telegram and eased back into his leather chair. He glanced at the array of books in the study, wondering where the time had gone. For the past three years, he’d devoted his energy and resources to running the ranch, never once taking a book from its shelf.