Creative Writing: Square One

The officer sitting said.“I’m gonna find that body one day, and when I do you’ll be hanged for your crime,” in a confident voice.

Almost instantly, River picked up his feet, sprinting faster and faster through the large crowds of people. A wide grin on his lips as he held the bread in his mouth still, cascading down the busy roads, avoiding cars and people along the way. A few of the pedestrians tried to even help the officer behind him by grabbing the white-haired perp. However, it seemed the boy's lightning fast reflexes resulted in them missing every time. With only a few who grazed his hoodie barely.

Each day Bat stared into the leafy trees above him, wingless and hopeless. Through the trees, however, was the thing he really longed to see, be and love. Above in the bright blue sky Bird could be seen swooshing and speeding through cotton candy clouds and tall magnificent jungle trees. Bat had always wanted to meet bird but every day at dawn Bird swooped up into the sky, up and up until she was just a speck on the other side of the impassible wall separating them. Every day for hours bat tried over and over to one day fly up to be with bird, however, none of them worked. Instead, Bat was met with the painful laughs and taunting the other rodents spat at him. Bat wanted to give up, to leave his fantasies, and to live the life he was meant to live but there was something always urging him not to give up. Whenever he looked up at bird he felt inside him that he was meant to fly, and that being a rodent wouldn't hold him back.

shakes in anger as he hears the girl making fun of him infront of everyone along with the boy. They didn't know what he had endured, his past. The boy didn't pick his name nor did he have parents, for most of his life, he was trapped in a cage being experimented on countless number of times...cold and alone, he tilt his head down trying not to cry as he remembers the name of what he was called by all the scientist, the ones who took everything from him, tormented him, Seven finally released there was no such thing as friends, or being a hero..... why would he help those who never came for him in the first place.

I hunkered down behind the massive boulder and managed to wedge myself between it and another stone and I kicked out. It didn’t budge. I shoved again, harder, but it wouldn’t give an inch. My only option was to use

The sun held high in the cobalt, no clouds not even a slug of one hung in the sky to befriend the lonesome sun that blazed with life. Every thing was quiet and not in anyway unlike the day before it. Except for the agonizing screaming, that would make a choir cry, coming from the open field. There lay the King of Wolves, Alexander Ashworth , a small group of onlookers had gathered around him. Not one bent down to help.

The blaring of my headlights, shadows littered the ground. The light cut through them, disturbing the darkness. The sun had set a while ago, but still I was wandering. My eyes had grown tired, but still I was searching. Clouds, sinister and heavy, were layered above the earth, hiding away the moon and, with it, the stars' light. For a few hours now, I had been driving around. Somewhere along the way, I strayed from my path. Many circles I seem to have made, and I am still stuck on this abandoned dirt road. By now, I should have arrived at my uncle's home. I should have finished greeting all of my family. I should be sitting down with them, drinking and laughing, having a pleasant night. Right now, I realize that I have just passed the same

As I arrive at the field, walking through the gate, the day modeled a perfect one for a track meet; the spring day felt warm around 76 degrees F. The fresh full air contained an abundance of oxygen. Large beaming rays of light reflect off the silver metal bleachers that stretch the length of the football field. The strong, but not frequent breeze cools off everything as it sweeps across the clustered groups of people throughout the stadium. When I am at the track I connect with my surrounding in order to prepare, run, and win a race. Similarly to Louv in his chapter “Singing for Bears” Louv must focus on his surroundings and use his senses to locate things around him. Louv states, “So we talked, sang, and shook the bear bells

“Get her” they yelled. The girl kept running through the mountains. She ran fast dodging trees and rocks with them on her tail. She tripped over a rock and landed in a stream. The boys stood over her, panting. “Get up” he said but, she just sat there, looking scared out of her mind. “I said get up!” one of the boys yelled. The girl stood up, getting ready to run again. “Now come here, Kaley” hs said, acting much calmer now. “Now!” He said. Kaley was taking no chances so she started to run again. “Shit!” he yelled, running after her. It wasn’t long until he caught her again. “Where are you going?” he said. His friends ran up and grabbed her arms. Kaley couldn’t run anymore. She waited for the beating that was sure to come. “Dad’s right, you

“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.

People are rushing by, it’s lunchtime, and it’s chilly. I look up at the old buildings of this small city and wonder why no one is paying attention to them. Turning the corner there is an alley decorated with an archway and vines, the brick has been painted to look like windows full of vases of flowers; children smiling; curtains. Looking back at the street I wonder if the passing cars can see the group standing in the alley. Approaching a local coffee shop, there is a stand outside the door selling tacos, or was it taco soup? The owner comes outside to chat with the group and I think about how nice is. We gather around for a picture, I try to hide in back but suddenly I’m pushed to the front, damn my height. Standing in the shade I look at

James grabbed after her, but she all but melted away down the stairs, running for all she was worth. Which, as it turned out, was quite a bit. Gabby was damaged, and terribly so, but she was desperate to preserve whatever was left of herself. James stepped into the basement, looking at her as she held the bottle. Flashes of memory, a bathroom, a phone, a threat oh so like this. But he had little doubt that this was going to end very differently. He weighed his options. If he let Gabby go, she'd essentially kill them all. he had no doubt what his fate would be. What Callie's fate would be. He wouldn't let it happen. He loved his daughter, but he couldn't let her destroy them. Closing his eyes, feeling tears start to form at what was about to

There was rain later that afternoon, and when we stepped out of the hospital, passing carriages sprayed water all over the sidewalks. Dusty didn’t say anything until we got home, soaked in water.

“Need you to come baby. Not going to last, you feel too damn good and it’s been way fucking too long.”

It’s cold, but I don’t mind. The sun is taking it’s time exhaling its last breath before the day turns to night. It feels a lot windier up here on the roof next to the pipes than down there on the sidewalk that Mrs. Browning’s strolling on. She’s walking her ugly dog again. Wearing an expensive coat that puffs up like a marshmallow against the wind, but she doesn’t seem to feel a thing. I want a coat like that, but not all girly and golden, of course. Then again, I’m lucky I have any shirts without any more holes than they need.