Creative Writing: Lethal

Which was the reason why I hated Eros. I hated that I loved him. I hated that his one glance on me could lift up my mood instantly. For the last six years, ever since Mom and I moved to New York, I have been madly in love with the most unreachable guy in our school.

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.

The world is on fire. I crouch in the small interior of a vessel. Watching in disbelief as everything burns. I shall tell you what I know of how this tragedy came to be.

She was a shy girl, stayed at home, did the same activities daily and didn’t want to be in that town. In paragraph 1 she says over a year I have sat stooped around the hose, to the store and church feeling dirty and edible.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

I was in the middle school, so was this girl. This petite, quiet, studious Asian girl. All I knew about her was that she was in my class as I was in hers, and that she lived down the street from me. “She is such a suck up!” I kept thinking to myself. I wanted to be my favorite teacher’s favorite student. However, this was difficult at the time because I was young, competitive, and selfish. Before I knew it, this girl was doing all of the errands for my favorite teacher. I was not happy about this. Two years fly by, I had never held a conversation with this young girl who had been the “teacher’s pet” back in sixth grade. However, when eighth grade rolled around, I was assigned to sit next to this petite, quiet, studious Asian girl in my history class. After about a week or so into school, I began to find myself conversing with her everyday, uncontrollably laughing with her about everything, and walking home from school with her being that she was my next door neighbor. I had judged this girl from her physical appearance because of what I had thought I knew about Asian people in society from the way society had generally treated them. I found out that this petite, quiet, studious Asian girl who was that snobby, stuck up, teacher’s pet was no where near the person that she truly is. She is not quiet, nor snobby, nor stuck up, but she is my best

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

I think he just took my soul oh my god. Damn I didn’t know they had guys looking like that here, that probably why them girls were looking at me they already know who’s boss. I head to the lunchroom the line it huge, i just grab something to drink and a bag of chips, this lunchroom is packed i’m looking around to find a seat, I find a seat by the window, as I head over there,someone calls my name, I ignore it ,but they keep calling so I take a quick glance, it’s someone from my first period. I head over and she says I can sit with them, she introduces everyone and I do the same. We have a good conversation, she tells me people who I should avoid and who cool. I notice them girls that were whispering again were mean muggin us and staring. So I ask her about them. She said don’t worry bout them ,they think they run the

King shrugged. “Well that's an unexpected thing to say to me, I didn't ever swear to be your partner in whatever your life long plans were.”

A couple of hours later I walked the trail towards the village jail, in hopes to see Jason. On rehash, he was one of the uppermost honest and friendly folks on the island, and the best shot as well. Though I always considered myself one of the best at spearfishing, Jason was better, and a steadier aim; he literally never missed a shot. His interests and passions had always been so forthright and reliable that in societal context, he took in everyone’s trust for granted. And, as it turned up, Duende resembled him in personality, although she exhibited the unworldliness befitting of a native who never left the islands. Unlike Jason, who was in the islands on vacation from the U.S., and had both his parents alive as well as siblings, Duende never

“If this doesn’t work, I’m blaming you.”, Zelda whispered as they were doing a dramatic walk towards the flowers.

Her tears streamed down her face like rain drops on a window. I did not care to ask why, I was over it, and it grew on me, there was never a day where she was not crying. At my school she is known as the “kidult”, someone who refuses to grow up and never does anything on her own. I never got to know her, and I didn’t want to, I think she would be too fragile for my liking, her attitude resembled an egg. She’s just on her own, she never even tried to talk to me like everyone else, she can stay alone for all I care I’ve got my own things to worry about, like I said I don’t like to gossip or be mean or

She had a way of leaving devastation in her wake, a way of getting everyone around her into trouble. Even though, she always made everything seem so fun. Occasionally though, she'd slip up, she'd tell you something you shouldn't know. These slights of tongue, as she called them, only ever occurred around me. It was as if she wanted me to see a part of her no one else did. To put it differently, her absurdness, while transient, was hard to notice and easy to misread as anything but what it really was. She was more than that though. She wasn't just the girl with pale hair and bright eyes who had made me love her after only a month, she was evanescent in nature, almost like a dream, in her own way she was a phantasmagoria, but I didn't have a fever and she was as real as I