Creative Writing: Shard

From the very beginning of the story, Bartleby is surrounded by physical walls in his new work place. The narrator describes the view from both sides of his building, one side being a “white wall of the interior of a spacious sky-light shaft” and the other side a “lofty brick wall, black by age and everlasting shade” (256). Not only is the office building surrounded by walls, but Bartleby himself is put in a corner with a “high green folding screen”

and it closed softly behind me, the blades snick-ing back into their places and the alarm re-engaging behind my back. I looked around, keeping perfectly still with my body pressed into the shadows against the door, my eyes narrowed and my breath coming and going silently through my mouth. The room was bare except for a white block about the size of a

As he sat stiff backed and upright in the hard wooden chair, Jotham looked around anxiously. He could only see three of the walls, and the ceiling, if he craned his neck upwards, but that was enough to make him very uneasy indeed. They were grey and bare - not silver grey, but a horrible murky grey, that made it seem like everything was closing in on him. The room was rectangular; not at all wide; there was perhaps a metre between him and the nearer two walls, but it was extremely lengthy; probably about fifteen metres long.

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

She sat in the chair, taking her hands through her hair, stressed about her new book coming but has had no desire to continue. She looks at the last chapter written days ago thinking of ways to continue the story. She starts writing but continually marks out and starts again. She groans in frustration, laying her head down on the cool glass table. While being in her own world, she hears a quiet tapping coming from her door, assuming it’s the maid she politely tells them that she’s good. The tapping continues and she gets up heading towards the door; opening the door she sees no one, looking leaving the room and waking down the hallway looking around seeing nothing. As she heads back into the room, she sees the papers for her new book all spread out on the table. Knowing someone wasn’t in her room at the time, she makes herself think it’s the nearby draft from the window beside

Summary: Alex had only ever known Michael as the mysterious man who’d protected him from a few bullies, gifting him with a small knife and the promise of teaching Alex to use it, before vanishing. Never to be seen again.

After Mildred closes the door behind her, I'm left there stunned. Not only by what she said, but how she said it. It sounded sweet, almost caring, as if she cared about me could she? I ask myself. I shake my head. No that can't be, I'm loosing it, just like I almost lost it when she asked me about the girl., so I had to lie about it to protect her.

Later that night, Casus waits for Zelda outside of his apartment. The minutes tick away into hours until at last he ventures into the armory courtyard alone. There he finds Zelda and Ganondorf both, in the middle of the yard, swords shrieking together under the high half moon. Ganondorf is fast for a man his size but Zelda is good and even better at holding her own against him. He is shouting, barking orders at her as if she were a common foot soldier. But Zelda follows his orders as quickly as they are given and when they meet, it is as natural as the moon drawing out the tide.

Alpha Zero, or Zero as he simply called himself was filled with hatred, the experiments done on him and his kind filled him with rage. These scientists had no right to destroy his kind. Alpha Two, a female of his kind, had just succumbed to death after another round of torture was used to determine how much she could withstand. She had been born of the same batch of experiments as he was, basically in canine standards she was his litter mate.

that held me. The more I struggled, the tighter the tendrils gripped her, and soon the pulsing from the crown returned me to my calm state. Soon, I felt myself being lifted up into the air a little, my smooth pussy free to the open air. "The rubbery grip of the tentacles seemed strangely desirable, the crown told me this is how it was supposed to be. A large mound of the goo rubbed against my pussy, causing me to let out a big moan, involuntarily rubbing back against the gel. "The mound of gel suddenly collapsing without a trace, leaving me slightly suspended in the air by the tendrils. I whimpered as I noticed my pussy was soaking wet, though by the residue of the gel or my own enjoyment was impossible to tell; but it was enough for the blue

Bullets began firing in quick bursts against the steel, as they fell down inside the stuffy vehicle. He could hear enraged cries from outside. From the floor beside each other they witnessed dents and holes appearing in the weighty doors, allowing miniscule streaks of light to pass above their bodies, as they braced themselves on the bare flooring. Evidently the vehicle was not bulletproof. Left, right and centre. Beside him, to his right, James spotted that the rays that passed on that side were being blocked.... then coming back. He knew who it was that was making their way, ever so slowly, on the other side of the steel and he knew that the soldiers would find out soon enough too!

Isabel shook her head with worry. She wished Alden her faithful counselor could ease her fears. He would have to follow at a safe distance until Torrance shows the capability of dealing with a speaking animal. As usual her friend had a point, and she sadly agreed to speak to him when the time was right.

The clanging of church doors reverberated throughout the foyer, making our tardiness noticeable to all. With our heads to the ground, my mother and I slinked up the stairs, slipped into the main hall, and stood facing the pews. From this vantage point, we could see the entire church and everyone in it. Aisle to aisle, pew to pew, bald head to bald head, all was visible. Perusing the crowd, I noticed something hanging off the end of a pew. Curious, I craned my neck and pivoted leftward to search for its owner. Not surprisingly, it belonged to an older gentleman and was dangling just above his velcro strapped left sneaker. “Not very fashionable”, I thought to myself, “practical though, tying laces must be daunting at that age.” I looked down at my own shoes, which reflected the lights glow overhead; I had polished them well.

While riding his bike down the gravel road, Justin noticed his friends gathered in a grassy field, and rode over to join them.

Caspar opened her eyes slowly to the alarm. It was 3:45 pm. She didn’t even remember falling asleep. But somehow she was knocked out for 10 hours. She turned to her side. Michael was beside her barely awake. Caspar has known Michael for several years but it was still weird for her to wake up beside him. Michael rubbed his eyes and sung his feet over the side of the bed.