Creative Writing: Jealousy

“Mama! Por favor!” A little girl's blood curdling scream is heard everything goes pitch black. Sofia wakes up with cold sweat running down her face, she looks around everyone is passed out on their beds. She turns around until she’s on her back. Her face is lost in the deep blue ceiling that lays upon her. “10, 9, 8, 7-” she whispered to herself trying to go back to sleep, or at least just let time pass by. After counting to 100 Sofia was fast asleep. “Sofiaaa!” a voice whispered “WAKE UP, you're going to be late!” she groaned in response “Frost is giving an announcement that you can't miss. He's been looking for you.” Sofia ran to the bathroom to get changed, she took one glance at herself before running out. Joe laughed “At least you woke

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

I heard the blood-curdling scream, travelling from the depths of the pit to my own ears. It must’ve been that new kid. The one that arrived here with me, just this morning. I had been ordered to escort him to his trial, as per usual, and it’s clear they hadn’t taken all that long to lay into him.

Corey: Dude! Why have you been ignoring me? And why do you look so down?

I was leading the troupes back in the mountains. My men were hungry, exhausted, and dirty, and so was I. I was still in a constant alert state even though the battle was over. It wasn't easy to prevail, but I had a feeling that this wasn't all.

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.

One day, we were at the field since we had a game against the Psyclones and Emmie was up to bat and Carlie was playing 2nd base without a face mask on. Emmie swing and hit the ball to Carlie, but first of all she was not watching and Emmie drilled it and it………. Hit her face ….. And multiple people in the crowd were screaming “

Jews only make up 1.8% of the population in the United States, which is about 5.4 million people. Of that 5.4 million people 4.3 million of them live in major metropolitan areas like New York City, Los Angeles, and Miami. That leaves 1.1 million Jews living scattered throughout the US forming their own small communities wherever they have settled. I am one of these scattered Jews. I was born in Pasadena, California so I started life as a Hollywood Jew, but at the age of 3 my parents decided to move back to the east coast to be closer to their families who live in New York City and Baltimore. Instead of moving to one of these areas, my family moved to Seaford, Delaware, population: 5,000, Jewish population: 2. Although

Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.

“I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say about the way you treat me, now go home and look after your daughter, she needs you,” Silvia demanded, shrugging Walker’s arm off of her body.

Approximately four hours into their travel, a red firework exploded in the distance and previously concealed bandits emerged from behind boulders, undergrowths and covered pits. They charged with the ferocity of a tidal wave, brandishing weapons and bellowing threats. Aloysius halted his horse, made a signal, and soldiers began to move forward.

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.

By nightfall they had finished all of the burials. It was depressing to see how many people were dead, even more so knowing that wasn’t the majority of them. Several times throughout the day new carcasses were dumped carelessly on the dwindling pile, just adding another hole to dig.

“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.”

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."