Creative Writing: My Hero's Journey

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

Laurel nodded her head when she heard that Zinda would be willing to aid her in her efforts of keeping the city running smoothly. “With that attitude I think Ryder will love you.” She stated with a small laugh, her head shook from side to side. “Even before the outbreak I always had a hard time sleeping.” She reached her right hand up and placed it against the back of her neck, rubbing at it. “So it really doesn’t bother me all that much.” She nodded her head. She knew what Zinda said was true, that she should try and sleep more but that seemed easier said than done. She really tried to sleep at night sleep just seemed to elude her, it was never there when she really need it. Like the night they got back from the Farmhouse, all she wanted to do was fall asleep and forget the whole events that had taken place there. Sadly that didn’t happen, she stayed up all night thinking about how she could have done thing differently, that she should have stayed with Kate.

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.

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is where Deacon is making his trek to, to visit his girlfriend’s family. “They could’ve told me that I couldn’t drive to the cabin,” Deacon mumbled to himself as he battles the brisk, hard blast of the breeze in the barren woodland. Deacon reaches the door of the

"The royal house," my dad said after the taxi driver asked where we wanted to

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

Her lover turned and let his hand idle over the door to his right, its large silver knob cast a glow to the surface of his hand making it appear white. He glanced at the sky saying a prayer, he heard the shallow breathing and anxious fret of the maiden. Turning quickly he threw open the door to the left, unable to imagine a life without his love. The tiger sprang out, its muscles pulsing under its titian fur. It dug its protracted claws into the ground, showing its aciculate teeth. The tiger leaped and bore down on him, its claws outstretched, lacerating his chest and licking the blood that spilled out of it. Her lover screamed his flesh tearing under the tiger’s claws. The princess turned in horror to the semi-barbaric king, “Please, father

could bring the supplies in. The man in black used this opportunity to quickly open the door of the rig and closed it as if there was a baby on the other side. The man then slowly tiptoed with his feet slowly sinking into the sand as he silently worked his way to the post office next door to the shop. He then walked in and managed to walk his way up the precarious, slightly decaying steps leading to the attic.

No one told me where I was going or why I needed to go there, it all happened very fast. A woman came into the classroom and called for me and two others to follow her. The three of us looked at each other, puzzled expressions splattered across our faces as we slowly rose from our seats to follow the lady out the door. At first I thought I was in trouble, but I had always been a good kid and I did not know what I would have done wrong.

The girls sat seperated in two stark, cold rooms. Each of the girls was sat at a table with a clear plastic cup of water sitting at arm’s length from them, both cups untouched. How could they drink when their best friend was no where to be seen? They had been having an innocent night of fun at Mercedes’ house three weeks ago, the first of many planned for the spring break, watching movies on Netflix and eating a pizza they ordered. The night was full of rambling about how classes were, drama floating around the college, and the boys they were talking to. A typical night for three college sophomores.

You settled across from Sean in the recording room in yours and his apartment, set up on his second monitor and sharing a microphone. You were both about to be playing some Gold with Friends with Mark, Bob and Wade, something you had been trying convince Sean to let you do for a while, but he hadn’t finally given in until now. Sean never told you why he never wanted you to join them, and it hurt every time he never gave an answer even though he always swore that it wasn’t because he was embarrassed of you, you couldn’t help but think that was the reason why.

SMACK! I was on my back, peering up at Josh as he laid on top me. “Gotc....” He begins to say but stopped. The look of victory slowly vanished from his face at the realization of how little space was between us. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest or maybe it was mine. Because, Josh was now searching my eyes as if he was looking for an answer to a question. His lips were only inches from mine and I could feel the heat coming off of them. Everything inside of me screamed to move away, but my body would not respond. I lay there frozen until my back pocket began to BUZZ “Everbody is kung fu fighting hu ha” BUZZ. Josh immediately was up on his feet and I felt the absence of his body heat.

Sitting up from his mattress on the floor, he could see the light from his window outlining the corners and details of his room. The dusty brown walls. Their were cracks and parts of the wall paper were tearing off. The tan carpet floor and dark stains here and their. He could also see how messy his room was, which was strange because he’s usually quiet tidy. Magazines, notes, and blue prints scattered across the floor. He could also see the cans of Citrus Acid energy drink around the recycling bin. It was getting full.

“WHAT?!” Alicia shouts. “Mamade, your card has been declined?” A middle age women politely says to Alicia. “That’s not possible! I demand that you check again!” Alicia barks at her. The middle age woman gives her forced smile and slides the black card again. “Sorry Mam. It seems the account has been close.”

Writing anything down is almost always a risk because readers love to analyze. So I can write this for no other reason than to share the story and people will go on about what my true intent is. I suppose it would be best if I just flat out told you right here so that there was no confusion or gossip or whatever else. But here’s the thing: what I say doesn’t actually matter. Readers should make inferences, but where they go wrong is pointing to me. Because you know why they say “Don’t kill the messenger.” I am just a messenger here serving my civic duty. Analyze at your own risk. The youngest character in this story may be criticized by many as rude, but you must understand that prior to her sister’s home-coming, she spent her entire life attempting to live up to impossible-to-meet expectations set by her perfect older sister. Before you dismiss her, empathize with those years of suffering. Maybe I am biased, but that is not relevant to this discussion.