Creative Writing: Missy Blake's Tragic Journey

At some point in your lives you probably have come across the cartoon of the Roadrunner that says, “Meep, meep” then takes off and races against his rival the coyote. Well, when Stephanie Santos was describing her life to me, specifically, when she bounces between work and school, that’s what popped in my head. I was taken back by how much this girl can handle and how much energy she still has in her! Between drastic life changes, work, home, school and maintaining a relationship, it was exhausting just listing those aspects of life, never mind living them.

Detective Dave Brennan of the Special Victims Unit, and lead investigator of Susan 's first attack eight years prior found himself a bit irritable. The assailant only serving six of a ten-year sentence, had been released on good behavior. Upon release, he had returned in retaliation, and brutalized her a second time, followed by obscene calls, and endless threatening letters. The case had been the reason for Brennan 's many sleepless nights, last night was no exception. Exhausted, the detective sat scanning over the case file, head cradled in one hand, he found himself at wit 's end. Susan 's second attack had been exceptionally brutal, the suspect had beaten, raped, and set her gown on fire. She had described her assailant, as wearing a

Yollie runs from the dance embarrassed and ashamed, as Yollie runs from the dance her dress is leaking and Ernie turns around and sees her running away. In her brain, she is saying to herself “ Yollie he sees you don’t turn around please don’t turn around. Ernie screams across the room “YOLLIE”!!. She keeps running and she comes across an alley and she has a flashback of her dancing with Ernie and having so much fun and nothing ever happened, it never rained. She runs from the alley her eyes see her house and she says can this day get any more horrible. Ouchh!! She breaks her heel and runs into the house ashamed. Mrs. Moreno says “Que Paso” in Spanish. Yollie says the dress that’s what happens I look like a mop. Mom says no you don't let's

"Do you know?" Jacob asked when he spotted his mom drinking a cup of coffee. She gave him a strange look. "Don't play dumb. Do you know about VNMS? What they're going to do to us?"

Mason sat in a comfy leather chair looking tired. He wore the same jeans and a rumpled T-Shirt with specks of blue cake batter on the front. His hair was wet and flat on one side as if he’d fallen asleep in the shower.

There is a girl named Shelby, she is a party girl, a late sleeper and a person who likes to chill with her cousin Sydney while watching Netflix. Just so you know, she has a zero tolerance policy for FAKE PEOPLE, or when people are rude to her family, or when people STEAL MONEY!! The places where she is most happy is her cousin Sydney’s house speaking of which she is on her way there now!

Jennifer followed her father into his work station of the research laboratory. He opened the door, allowing her to go into the room. She walked in, scanning over the objects around the room. There's a table in a corner of the room where there's ants, spiders, and beetles in different colored containers. Then on the right side is where his desk is keeping a file, pens, and pictures of his family.

Bella reached for the girl, but she couldn’t make sense of the world past the cracks of her sunglasses. Crimson blood was everywhere, on Bella’s shirt and pants and the red flesh of her open arm. And there was crying that wouldn’t stop, not even when Bella woke

Sasha alarm clock rang releasing her of her thoughts of her mother. Sadly she didn’t get any sleep, her eyes itchy and red. She grabbed her phone and turned the alarm off. She took a deep breath and rolled out of bed. She put on her work clothes, brushed her teeth, washed her face and went to the kitchen.

Alison groaned as she rolled on the floor. Her stomach ached because it felt so empty and caused the sleepy haze that fogged her mind to clear. She pushed herself off of the cold floor and looked around the office. She knew that what had happened wasn’t a dream. She remembered the feelings of the flame and of free falling through the air. Yet, when she checked her flame broiled hands, they weren't blackened skin that cracked and bled freely. Instead, Allison saw her own flawless thin fingers.

“You were out like a light. I tried to wake you up before my class and you swore that you would get up, but when I came back you were still in bed. Are you feeling alright?”

No matter how harsh she scrubs, her hands will constantly be left tinged with the never ending reminder of her self destructive ways. It defines her. Darkness and pain, and the absolute promise of no tomorrow. That's all she is now. She sits upon the edge of the rooftop, peering down onto her eventual fate. Ariana is broken, and she knows that full well. A half-empty bottle of vodka is warm beneath her palms—the only part of her that is—and she takes a long swig, wondering how much it will take to drown herself. She wants to be strong again; she wants to feel the adrenaline of confidence pulsing through her and stunning those around her. She wants to smile and let it reach her eyes. She wants to clean her hands— those dirty hands that have

After the girls were taken away, Angela briefly forgot the voice of the old bruja in her head. Until the day of her accident, which incidentally drove her back to Summerhaven and into the old, withered arms of Esme again. Like with Deirdre, once Esme was in your head, distance didn’t mean a thing.

Her head hurt. Actually, her whole body hurt. It felt like she had fell off a ten story building, the asphalt hugging her to death. The pain wasn’t to the point where she wanted to cry, but it was an ache that she knew would get annoying very quickly. She just wanted to curl up in Logan’s arms and go to sleep for a long, long time.