Creative Writing: Strangers In The Dumpster

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

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.

“Darlin’, I’m so sorry that happened to you of all people. You are so sweet and kind. It’s just a downright shame.” Fiona reached out to stroke Casey’s trembling hand. “Go ahead and take your time, we have all day if need be. Why don’t you tell me about your daughter? I’m sure she was lovely.”

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

“I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say about the way you treat me, now go home and look after your daughter, she needs you,” Silvia demanded, shrugging Walker’s arm off of her body.

Approximately four hours into their travel, a red firework exploded in the distance and previously concealed bandits emerged from behind boulders, undergrowths and covered pits. They charged with the ferocity of a tidal wave, brandishing weapons and bellowing threats. Aloysius halted his horse, made a signal, and soldiers began to move forward.

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.

“You pushed her, kicked her, and tore her hair because it was nicer than yours. You were an absolute terror to her and oddly only I ever seemed to notice…”

“You’re right,” Lucifer began, “I don’t have it in me to kill a human.” He lets go of the blind man. “No, no, wait.” The sinnerman protests, “you have to do it.” “Hold on.

"Ye yi yo yum," annouced the giant, by the name of Gilbert. The giant's wife, Sally, grunned. She was really tired of hearing his voice. "Yes Gilbert?" The giant's wife sighed. "Where is the the hen that lays the golden eggs?" Gilbert bellowed. "Same place as usual," Sally replied. Sally had been waiting for the prophecy to happen. The prophecy of when a curious boy plants a magical seed, that grows all the way up to the realm above the clouds. Sally could hear Gilbert speaking to the hen, with a loud and clear voice. "Lay," he said. Over and over again. He came back in with the eggs. When Gilbert came back in, Sally asked: "How many eggs did our magical hen lay?" Gilbert replied: "Only ten," with only sounding like "Onaley" and ten sounding like "ton".

When Dutch felt they were a safe distance away, he pulled off the road. He and Gilbert jumped out, yanked the Water Company wording and emblems off the truck, and threw them a good distance from the road. Dutch and Gilbert ran to the back of the truck, looked in, and met the gaze of Marcel, Dorian and Saban. They stared at each other in wide-eyed amazement. Marcel chuckled—then laughed. Then they all laughed. They laughed so hard, tears filled their eyes. Even Cedric who was lying on his stomach on the floor of the truck was smiling. With the tension quelled, they regained their composure. Marcel cautioned Dutch to stay off the main roads. By now the Germans were broadcasting news of the raid and checkpoints would be everywhere. Marcel told

“So you guys are twins I’m guessing…” I itched my back of my neck underneath my collar nervously.

The school was in need of some good funding and a renovation, meaning most classrooms didn’t have an air conditioner. Not a problem in the winter, but on rainy, humid, early falls days, Kennedy’s thick hair was a death sentence. And yet she couldn’t stand to keep it up long, hating the feeling of restriction. “I do not scheme. But while we’re on the subject of Violet, what do you think of her?”

“I hope you like them. I didn’t know what kinds you liked. I just noticed you wear a lot of colors so I went with—”