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.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Becky is a fifteen-year-old girl who is staying with her grandmother for the summer. When Gilbert first sees her, her beauty astounds him, “She has black hair, thick and full. It drapes her shoulders. She has legs. Oh my. From where I’m sitting, she is not to be believed. She is the moon” (Hedges 40). He is automatically attracted to her. Their relationship is thought provoking. On Gilbert is drawn to her out of lust and what she represents to him, hope. He is hopeful that she will see him in a way that no one has. He wants her to see him as a better man than he perceives himself to be. On Becky’s side however, she wants to understand Gilbert and surpass his barriers he has built up over the years. Throughout their interaction together, Becky is also trying to help Gilbert open up and show emotions that he has suppressed due to his terrible childhood. She succeeds by making him say good-bye to his old high school and writing down what happened the fateful day his father committed suicide. She drew out his emotions by pushing him over the edge with the using the mirror to see his hatred, “Looking to the periphery I see Becky is holding a big, round mirror, and the face I’m looking at is my face. “See. See what I mean. See the hate.”’(Hedges 274). Though not directly, Becky made him lose control and act out aggressively by stomping on the mirror and lashing out at Arnie. Even though Gilbert’s actions were

I came into this world already having two older twin sisters and an older brother, all of whom provided me with love and care. Being the youngest in the family, I don’t hold as many responsibilities as my siblings. It was always their responsibility to make sure I was safe, protected, and happy. I was too well protected by my family members that I probably couldn’t function without them, which is the reason to why I lacked one of the most important qualities, bravery, until the winter of eighth grade when I went to Yosemite.

Perceval’s words were cut off when Mary emerged from the infirmary and stepped out into the hallway. The woman adjusted her, gray, thick bun as she spoke.

He relishes the feeling of Erwin's fingers combing through his hair, his fingernails breezing Levi's scalp and causing Levi's skin to crawl. He shifts closer to Erwin and huffs when he hears Erwin chuckle, obviously amused as he continues to stroke Levi's hair. Something blossoms within Levi's chest when Erwin moves in closer, the hand slipping from Levi's hair and instead snaking its way around Levi's waist. "Stupid old man."

She was stunningly gorgeous with platinum blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and an enchanting English accent. He was frozen by her beauty, she looked about his age but, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The older boy noticed this and stepped in front of her.

“You were?” Harold wondered in bemusement. Surveying his surrounding, he noticed that he was in some sort of barracks that housed a large number of people. “Where am I?” He pointed his index finger at himself. “In fact, who am I?” He then proceeded to point his finger at Margaret. “Moreover, who are you supposed to be?”

The lunch rush was over and Hannah was with his parents at their house. Rick poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at a table next to the window. His thoughts turned back to Luv Sullivan. She was a stunning woman, with all that wild copper hair and those amazing almond-shaped blue eyes. Luv had too much baggage for his taste. Not the least of which was her resemblance to Lily. Now as not the time, he would wait. Pullman was a small town; he’d see her again and maybe next time under the right circumstances. If not, there was always the cute blond who'd slipped him her phone number as she paid for her soup and sandwich.

Percival waved his hand drunkenly in his friend's face. “I'm fine now. Feeling really good! And I don't want to go to bed with a woman, I just want to talk to one.”

He was conscious of his own lack of humility again. The man on the ground was a paid murderer, proof that Klaus was no longer in the good graces of powerful man and therefore in incredible Danger. It did not stop him from speaking with a condescending tone.

Benji Jeffers sat in silence. He plopped himself down on a rock, slumping into a lazy posture, and stared. Something about his demeanor was eerily calm, looking back on it. After all, we were, in fact, stranded.

It must be terribly annoying to keep it up constantly.’ Marco frowns, but then, very slowly, his face begins to change. The goatee fades and disappears. The chiseled features become softer and younger. His striking green eyes fade to a green-tinged grey. The false face had been handsome, yes, but consciously so.” (pg. 276)

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

Mikal sat across from Tracy, one of the Golden Heart’s analysts. He fixated on her stale, boxed-in office, the simulated wavy fields, the dark forest behind it, a sunset steeped in crimson clouds, the sounds of birds migrating—all of it tracing their way behind her and around the office. Centering on Tracy’s face, she crinkled her pink neon lit lips into a smile and tapped her glowing neon pink nails upon her metal desk.