Creative Writing: Jesszka's Haunted House

son,” he said. She glanced down at herself. She was wearing expensive black leather heeled ankle boots, jeans tucked in, a fitted deep red cashmere turtleneck that showed off her breasts exceptionally well and a soft as butter fitted black leather jacket by Marc Jacobs. A chic ponytail with a touch of poof on top tamed her hair, and smoky black eyes. She would show him.

“That shut you up, dinnit!” the man cried, alight with glee. “It best ‘ave, lil’ brat that you are.”

“I'm going to the diner I work a 8 - 9:30 shift today and I already called in on tuesday so I really need this money.” said

The forest behind Aiden's house were thick, and stretched on for miles. Tall pines, maples, and oaks reached up from the ground, their green and scarlet tipped fingers scraping the sky. Green-gold morning light filtered through the dense canopy above his head, and a few early fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet. A lazy stream trickled its way through the tangle of roots and heavy underbrush, gurgling softly as it went; the scales of small fish flashing below its crystal surface.

“That’s right, you heard me. You’re the boss today, but it shouldn’t be that bad. We’re not busy on days like these. Just expect a few customers to come and go with one of our cakes, got it?”

“Beep beep beep” the alarm clock continues to sound off. Exhausted, I turn to the clock, it reads 5:45 am and as usual Jesika is dead asleep. See my roommate has this infuriating habit of setting goals that she can’t keep. This particular goal is to convince herself every night that she’s going to get up early, going to work out, going to straighten her hair, and going to captivate all the men in class with her delightful apparel. At this point I’ve known her for two years, it has never happened. “Jesika” I screamed over and over again, and of course, not a word from Jesika. At this point I am frustrated because I am on the top bunk and I do not have class until twelve. None of this matters now, once I move I am up for the entirety of the day.

The castle casted a shadow almost darker than myself. Torches lit the quad with their warm, orange glow. Though I couldn't feel the heat that they projected. I walked through the walls and into this strange palace. This Prince Prospero certainly didn't spare any expense when he was built this castle. When Prospero created this sanctuary, this hideout in order to lock himself and all of his dames and knights from the dying outside world he allotted for every pleasure imaginable. There were courtiers sashing through the crowds, ballet dancer, musicians, beauty and all the wine once could drink. His guests were oblivious to me, they were oblivious to danger as they chatted

One day, I was drawing something when my older sister comes up to me and tells me that she’s going to a place called “La La Land” (more than a decade before the movie, btw). I was too absorbed in my drawing to really care and shrugged it off. She wanders off and I don’t see her for some time.

The golden shimmering crown was dimmed to silver as darkness encompassed the now forgotten light. Accompanying this shade was an ominous call from a crow that echoed in the hall. The room, rectangular and narrow, yearned for company. In the middle of this room was a now silver throne, and lying on it, a skeleton, regally posed with a goblet in grip. Chairs were home to cobwebs, their antiquate designs, never exposed to light. Years of absence showed in the walls, and the once purple tapestry, black as the heart of a raven. The door creaked open to muster a gust of light – the room welcomed this newfound hope with lust, and so followed this light, a domineering shadow. A man clad in dark armour, aura of sin, dominantly made his way to the crown. He brushed the skeleton into dust and claimed the royal jewels.

Snow gushed its way into the breeze, targeting the Washington cabin that you and your friends resided in. You were standing next to Beth -- one of the Washington siblings that own the cabin. You released an inaudible sigh before resting your elbows on the window sill, focusing on the leaves that were blanketed within the snowstorm. You could practically feel Beth squint as you applied more pressure on the wooden sill, making it creak with age.

"After what seems like hours meandering through the cryptic woodlands, the road takes a sudden turn to the east and a castle looms ahead. The sight before you is barbaric, with aging towers of stone and the reek of decay present all around you. Eyes seem to follow you, keeping a silent watch over

It looked like the sun had given up on trying to break through the iron curtain of clouds that it decided to lounge behind them. As we nervously walked towards the battle of our lives, the castle silhouetted behind us like someone faintly saying goodbye. The narrow barren streets were scattered with muculent mud and broken decomposed parts of the castle lay beside it reminding us that danger was slowly approaching. The street was a skeleton, stripped of its flesh. All that remains was the broken parts of the concrete structure. Quiet and derelict. The street was a river of the rusted burnt charcoal like concrete parts of the castle. Perhaps years back this street was immersed in pools of yellow light from the assaulted street lamps. Walking past the street lamps made the scent of burnt smoke go inside me like a barren soul. The street lamps were concealing us and we were inferior to the street lamps. The street lamps were covering us with darkness reminding us of the danger ahead of

Octavia's hands shook as she tucked her red hair into a braid. She smoothed over the delicate twists and curls, willing the tremors to go away.

Caiden took a deep breath to fill his lungs with air. The hiss of their automated lids lifting off their coffins made them all open their eyes. The first thing they heard in months was the clicking of their ship coming back to life, signaling they were back from their three decade long mission. Each of them took a few deep breaths to make sure they were still alive before slowly sitting up to make sure everyone else on the ship was still there. “Rise and shine, shipmates!” Mikala said with an annoyingly chipper tone. Everyone else groaned in reply. Mikala was the first to hop out of the cryogenic chamber, stretching his arms and legs before walking to his cabin.

High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn’t dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had