Creative Writing: Saundra's Liquor

I am met by a spectacular parade of freaks: the clowns, the ninjas, the naked, the hatchet-men, the demons. I stare directly into the faces of the outcast and misunderstood and they don’t give a fuck, only a “Whoop! Whoop!”

Jamie swallowed and took one big breath, this would be his last breath that he shared with the auburn red deer with white specks. His sweaty thumb reached for the trigger, a moment of silence was placed over the last few seconds before he griped the trigger of his grandpa's rifle. BANG! He watched as the bullet went soaring thru the air. His body still as the bullet spirals thru the air and pushes thru the outer layer of the deer skin, he watches as it twists and turns thru the next two layers until it reaches the inside. Jamie could tell as soon as the bullet passed thru the deer's skin because as soon as it hit the fragile doe the creature turned its head to look at Jamie, the look looked like the animal was saying to the boy, ok and that

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

“Mags, come on, we got to get to the rally point, it’s just down the hall,” John said, leader of the 117th squadron. The mission was to get to the rally point in the middle of an invading alien species Mothership. The squadron was composed of 4 outstanding marines, the best of the best. They are part of the selected few, the Guardians.

I, half-dead with thirst, came upon a silver Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when I put my beak into the mouth of the silver Pitcher I found that only very little water was left in it, and that I could not reach far enough down to get at it. I tried, and I tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and I took a pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into

Aileana was still experiencing the strong rhythmic contractions of her intense orgasm. I moved up the bed to savor her beautiful full breast, I pluck at her pert nipples with mah mouth and let mah teeth nip at her peach colored nipples.

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

So I’ve been hearing that you starting to drink again. Need some advice? Okay, so the first thing you should do is think about if it’s helping the kids any. Second, you should go straight home after work. You going to the bar after work all the time isn’t going to help the family out. You have to be there for them. Third, you have to understand that drinking is going to kill you from the inside out. Do you really want to die? I know the kids don’t want you to. They would be lost without any parents. If you don’t think that’s enough to prove to you that you're hurting the family. I don’t what to tell you, Frank.

Camira walked silently with the other girls along the corridor the queen was leading them down. Camira studied the walls. The other corridor had paintings, whereas this one had maps. Lots of maps.

I glanced down at the scruffy Chihuahua mix happily chewing on a discarded stick, her tail furiously wagging back and forth. When she heard her name, she quickly lifted her brown head and looked up at me before returning to her previous task. I smiled and snatched the stick from the ground, slowly backing away from her. Princess quickly stood up and let out a defiant bark, which earned a laugh for me. She playfully lunged at the stick multiple times until I gave up and tossed the stick over my back, watching her chase after it. Princess was such a unique dog, and I was grateful that my uncle got her for me after years of pleading my family for a dog. At first, I was little bummed out because she was a small dog and I wanted a bigger breed, but I immediately got over that within an hour or so of having her. She was nothing short of a spitfire, and she had such a great personality. It was impossible not to love her. If anything ever happened to her, I

My vision was still blurry, from the collision. At least for all I knew, I was the only one. I started shouting at the top of my lungs, “Is anybody still there!” Though I knew I was shouting, I heard nothing, but ringing. After leaving the ship wreck I turned around, and saw the horrific scene that was the boat. My last former fighters that fought with me in Troy, were nothing but bloody olives scattered about the shore. Most were impaled with planks and oars, but the gruesomest thing I saw was, a man about the age of 27, impaled through his right eye, and the object extruding through his lower back. Nobody was left. The pain suddenly hit me all through my right arm. I had an iron spike from the ship, lodged in my bicep. I

I inhaled and felt the warm smoke fill my lungs. I held it for a moment and exhaled, watching the smoke float off into the air above me. I passed the joint down to the next person in the circle. Then, someone put a bag of white powder on the coffee table. Drugs have been picking up popularity over the decade, and with it being 1969, I should really join the party.

Stella watched the whole ordeal unfold. Her best friend, Jara, was looking at the math test she had gotten five minutes prior when April, walked by on her way to grab a pencil she didn’t need a pencil. She didn’t need anything. She just wanted to she Jara’s test. April peered over Jara’s shoulder and snickered. “You are such an idiot, Jara!” she whispered. Mrs. Heath was oblivious. All she saw was April looking at Jara’s paper.

Have you ever opened a door of a room and the first thing that happens is you get greeted by a tumbling stack of clothes that fall all over you? Well in this room this was the case, it was a complete and utter mess! The odor was intolerable, a mix of aromas filled the air from things like stinky old gym socks from a couple of weeks ago, to used bath towels smelling like wet dog. The stench wasn’t the only thing that was ridiculous, you could barely see the carpet on the floor! In fact half the right side of the room was taken over by gigantic piles of clothes, wrinkled, unwashed, old, dirty, all clothes were just mixed in piles which started at the entrance of the door and were almost reaching the top of the ceiling. It

WHEN THYSTLE LEFT THE FALLEN Rose Inn, she told herself she just wanted a walk, some fresh air, and nothing more. She walked quickly, with her shoulders hunched inside her long, dark coat against the wind. She continued to pretend she had no destination in mind as her long legs carried her through Haven’s central square and market, both empty now. It was pure coincidence, a simple matter of geography, when a short time later she arrived on the other side of Haven, within a block of the Moulterwood Tavern.