Creative Writing: Sora's Hooves

(Dan I have to go back I have to refresh) (go, I’ll be fine) 5 In Anniston, Abra opened her eyes and drew a large, gasping breath. Rather than jewels, her tears resembled a steadily rushing stream. She held her neck gingerly, rubbing at it and at the same time attempting to conceal

Lystra awoke to the sounds of death. Sitting up, she was surrounded by the other Deceived in the alcove as they stared at the Unable. In lines, some were shot; others were pushed through another door. Lystra didn’t watch, not at first, but held her hands to her ears, and counted the pairs of shoes she saw in front of her. The sound of shooting stopped soon enough, and the others in the alcove eventually lost interest. Some sat, some paced, others huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves.

Amberly’s head was pounding now. She has had a headache for a month because her thoughts in her head were running crazy. She took a glance at her reflection in the mirror and reached out to touch the image of herself. A tear slowly rolled down her rosy cheek as the thoughts of choosing between her brother and best friend.

Paige Birch wrestles with a dark past and the untimely death of her parents. She may have buried her grief, but she’s still haunted by memories of the man she once loved, and a relationship cut short by tragedy.

After the breakfast, mom starts to wash the dishes and the other family members went back to their room to finish packing. While Farah, the mom, was washing the dishes, her eyes started to fill up with crystal drops. Even though she tried to be strong in front of her kids, she couldn’t hide her fears. “I wish I could have been nicer to them. I wish I didn’t yell at them whenever they asked me questions. I wish… I wish this… this situation was just a dream. A nightmare. I wish I can open my eyes and everything will be just like a normal day.” She closes her eyes and tries not to make any noise. As they say the last good bye to their house, friends, neighbors, and country, they feel relief yet depressed. On the boat, there were more than 500 hundreds people, trying to escape Afghanistan. The boat was so dense that Abiba

Dear Lord, find me the strength I need to get through this right now. I was walking blindly, my vision blurred with tears. Somewhere in-between the shock and the disbelief I had forgotten my phone inside, but truth be told I was glad I didn't have it with me. As I trudged wearily down towards the wood line, the conversation replayed itself and whirled in my mind. She was my family, my best friend; and she had cast me out as though I were a wilted rose. I tried desperately to rid my mind of the pain, but it throbbed inside my mind, keeping time as I marched into the woods.

One afternoon, in Berlin, Germany, Bella Schmit was strolling home from a lonesome, wretched day at her new school. She was walking with her head down kicking up tiny pebbles when she almost stumbled over two petite, fuzzy, green caterpillars. She bent down and they squirmed into her palm where

From time to time over the last 6 years, he had made movements. She felt him deep inside her, felt his pain, his sense of betrayal which stemmed from his captivity inside her mind. His most powerful element, however, was his rage. Whenever she lost her temper, she felt him slip closer and closer to the surface, until one day, he would break free and tear her world down around her. She closed her eyes and tried to feel only the wind in her hair, to let her mind go blank, and forget her troubles. She had been trying to stop the memories for years, with varying degrees of success. Sometimes, he stayed away for months, other times only hours. She stood there for 15 minutes, with her eyes slammed shut, reminiscing on the life she had once lived. The feeling of power she had while in the device... She opened her deep brown eyes slowly, taking in the dazzling array of colours that was the city below her. How could she be disappointed with

Proserpina walked in the room and was stunned for it was decorated as meant for a lady. It was dark, but not as the rest of the palace for it light came from the many different gems in the walls. It had the green hew from the emeralds, red from the ruby and white from the many diamonds. The lights reminded her of the rainbows the showed themselves after a good rain, which made her wish she was home. She turned to the

Heart wrenched. I felt as if the best friend necklace that matched hers had been ripped off my neck and shattered into a million pieces. After a night full of hugging and crying, my sadness turned to anger. A war happening thousands of miles away was responsible for not only pulling us apart but also keeping Layla away from her family. Despite the physical distance of the war, I felt as if Layla, as well as myself, were deep in

I was furious over the unknown hunter, who gave their life to the cause. The slight urge to find my dad and Alice became a yearning sensation. I charged through a hazardous path of swords and their swordsmen, slaying every Interceptor that I passed. Chunks of black skin flew from the Interceptors and regenerated almost immediately. The girl’s sister was a crumpled heap on the ground, falling into an unknown realm of bliss as chaos unfolded around her. The thought was burned into my mind.

The energy is high on the field today as the score is 2-2, what do you think about that Bob?” “Well in my opinion, Barcelona is pushing with intense force as Madrid plays an outstanding Defense.” “ Well, we will know soon who the title-holder will be because there

On the night her beloved sister disappeared, her world shattered. Broken was her heart in such a way that the splinters were impossible to find and even more so to put together. Duska could feel nothing in that moment but a cool numbness in the wake of her sister's actions. All that was left to Duska was a note, a letter if you will.

In the midst of it was a young girl. The scarf she wore around her thin, pale neck stood out quite obviously from the girl’s surroundings. The only things brighter than her scarf were her eyes. They were the sapphires on a silver pendant. She shivered, looking colder after each step she took along the sidewalk. Though the bag on her back was heavy, she focused intently on the box in her hands.

Morning light, the natural alarm clock that tended to slap people into the reality that the safety of sleep was gone and the hell of morning had arrived. This morning felt like all the others, bright and way too early for Naomi to deal with. She tried to roll back over and go back into the safety of her dreams, but the light of the day was tugging at her eyelids to the point where she had to submit and open them. Looking around her humble room, nothing seemed out of place until she had fully woken up. The only thing out of place in the room was her, this wasn’t her bedroom but, she didn’t know what her room should look like. She knew that something was wrong and for the life of her she could not figure out what was wrong. She quickly looked around and was thankful to find a mirror that would allow her to fully look herself over while she racked her brain, which was still waking up for the day, for information about what happened the night prior. In the mirror she focused on her face, it was definitely her face with it’s dimple on the cheek and the bags under her eyes. Her eyes were still the familiar shade of brown that, in the light, looked like gold and other metallic hues had made their way into her irises. Turning her head from side to side she checked that she still had her two ears and felt her hair slide over her shoulders with each flip, the muted gold locks floated effortlessly around her shoulders as she grew more confused. She wasn’t restrained and she