Creative Writing: One Got Shoved Into The Cuckoo's Nest

He woke up in a cold sweat on the floor of a strange, rusty iron elevator, there were steel barrels, crates, and coils of rope. He felt the elevator stop and he could faintly hear people talking above him. Suddenly, big iron doors above him swung open and he was blinded by the light that came out. “Hey there!” a voice said. “Well you must be confused, let me help clear things up a bit. I’m Ethan, I run things around here”.

“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

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

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 born on July 8th, 1996 at 5:20 in the morning. I weight 7 pounds 6 ounces, When I was little I was a sick baby, I guess I was in and out of the hospital my whole childhood. My mother tells me how I got my name so many times and usually its on my birthday. When I was born, I guess my parents didn't have a name already picked out for me so when I came out I had no name. My grandma picked me up from my mother's arms and looked at me and thats when she gave me the name Samantha. My middle name is super special because it's my grandma's middle name and my mother's middle name.

Wielding his crudely-formed dirk, Alo vaulted over the rotting log at his feet, ran over a stretch of soggy leaves, and ducked behind the colossal tree that towered every other object on the island. At that moment, Alo heard a noise; a rustle; a crunch of a stack of leaves. In the distance, he spotted one of the many intruders out to decimate them, enjoying a meal beside another towering tree. Alo tiptoed towards him, as quiet as a cheetah advancing towards its next meal. As Alo approached the infiltrator, he raised his weapon, ready to neutralize his target. When the man finally realized his situation, he was defenseless; he pushed himself back against the large tree and begged for mercy, cowering in fear, just like an unlucky animal cornered

Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been

The bar had an upbeat vibe to it. It wasn’t the high end bar where you could pay to get your ass kissed and your feet rubbed, but at least you didn’t have to worry about walking outside and getting robbed or stabbed on your way home. It was a fairly unremarkable place, a plain black building, a neon sign outside the only hint to the place being able to serve alcohol. Most meandered around, drinking and talking, with the occasional dance when a rather catchy song found it’s way onto the less than stellar sound system.

The car moves slowly on the cemented road. The highly amusing laughter changes into a random giggle as they pass a white corral style fence that separates the adjacent golf course. A 50 foot netted barrier mirrors the freeway side of the road, constructed many years ago, to prevent stray golf balls from ending up on the Golden State freeway.

When we got to Roberto's school they locked the car and left me in the car and told me to not move.As soon as I saw them walk in the doors I started to get really scared I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.I was thinking to myself "what is going to happen to mama and papa or even Torito and trampita."I need to get out of here".I was debating to myself "should I try to escape or should I just wait".Then at the corner of my eye I saw the men in green uniform walk closer and closer to the car I froze.

It was almost like plunging into a pool of cold water. My ears popped, and I was near to wincing as the pressure squeezed in tighter, creating that unpleasant sensation when you dive to the bottom of a deep pool. And even though my mouth wasn’t open when I jumped into the mirror, there was this metallic taste lingering on my tastebuds. When I neared toward the other side, my eyes inadvertently snapped open, and I was able to see the hazy outline of my reflection backed up to the wall, clinging to it for safety, as if I were some rabid wolf.

Mr. Cassidy was unsure if he should be upset or happy Louise had visited him. “That woman has nerves of steel coming to my house,” he said got to the kitchen to finish preparing his snack. After, he washed the dishes, put them away and wiped the counter. He was thirsty and poured lemonade in a glass then stared at it. His body shivered from the lemonade. “After listening to that woman, I need something stronger than this.” As he put the glass in the refrigerator, picked up his truck keys and out the door he went.

“Well first you can't leave since you already know who we are, second if you leave the Empresses gourds will probably kill you either impaling you or shooting you to death, so looks like your gonna have to join us and defeat the Empress of Souls.” Glen implied.

Lexie heard the bleeping of her alarm clock in the distance as she awoke from a deep sleep. She turned over on her side and saw the clock read 4:46 am. She turned on her light and her eyes started to water. All she could see was her green and orange walls until her eyes stopped watering. After she stood there for a few moments, she walked over to her dresser and grabbed a shirt and some blue jeans and slipped them on.