Creative Writing: Recovering The Gem

“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

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.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“Ah, I see you finally told your son that you’re not dead.” Veronica was surprised to see him. She had always been in love with Jack ever since she was married to Bart. “Jack, we need to talk.” “I’ve always knew you were in love with me, and I’m going to go ahead and guess that you’re standing here trying to confess your love for me.”

I stood as steady as a statue. A myriad of gigantic brown trees as old as Adam surrounded me. They seemed to stare at me like watchmen. I took a deep breath and my heart began to beat like a cheetah chasing its prey. Slowly, I walked into the dark forest.

A screech came from behind me, so loud that it was almost deafening. The grinding and whirring sound invading my ears as I spun around to be met with something beyond my imagination. The dark eyes enclosing around me as I stood there for, taking in the dangerous depths of the monster. The claws gashed around at great speed, slicing the air in half.

“Jack have you noticed anything different about your sister?” I asked thinking he would know. Jack has always cared deeply about family and friends, he’s a very nice and friendly person

“Here, I found you a present,” Jack said with a evil chuckle. He takes the article, that Jane said to look at, and starts to read. As he is reading, he face expression starts to change to a worried scared expression.

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

Sue froze where she stood, frozen for what must have felt like hours. “You mean, he waited all of this time to paint his masterpiece and not only did he paint it for me but – he used his life to paint it.” Sue was overwhelmed at the thought, she was the reason Mr. Behrman had gone out that night, she was the reason he had passed away. “I caused his demise, my own selfishness did this!” Sue cried. Johnsy quickly took hold of Sue’s hands and said to her: “No darling, you did just the opposite, you showed Mr. Behrman what he had been looking for, for these years. You inspired his masterpiece!” Understanding then that Mr. Behrman’s sacrifice for her, was no sacrifice at all, his dream had been fulfilled and he had continued his journey. At that

“Jack?” I slowly asked, “Where are you,” I could barely make a whisper I was so

She turned around and stated the first thing that came to mind, “I am just thinking about the times that Patrick and I have had. He was a lovely man.” Jack didn’t believe that one bit.

I ran out of the cave with everything I had while wads of what looked like mud landed with a thwack all around me. My confusion didn't last, as a wad smacked into my leg. The burn was intense; It was spitting flesh eating bile at me.

last blood city at night the alarm goes off and there scream and shout everywhere inside the city and all the new-human began hunting for monsters, relics, and the zombies that got inside the city.

When I hit the water, I feel every bone in the lower half of my body snap. Blood floods out of my mouth as I descend to the bottom of the numbingly cold ocean. Looking up, I see the fire still illuminating the island, giving the water glass-like features. I hit the hard, rigid bottom of the ocean and let out my last breath. Water fills my lungs in excruciating agony and I begin to regret my actions. As I scream, more water pours into my lungs. My eyes gently