Creative Writing: Take Away

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

You used to think the philosophy 'you only live one' is the most ridiculous excuse for justifying everything you've ever heard of - if you're meant to be reckless and live as fast as you can, 'there's a million and one ways to die' sounds much nicer. Explore them. Investigate them. Enjoy them. Cherish everyone of them, especially that split second between when you lean back in your chair and it hangs midway in air so close the the ground that the only thing you can think of is 'that is it.'

The party just had to be as grand as possible. How could it not be? The quarter was practically bursting with business, and the family couldn’t be more content. Who wouldn’t love living in the 1920’s New orleans during the time of flapper girls, brothels, jazz clubs and bars. The people who run it love it, but the people who let’s say owe them don’t. However, like any family, there’s always a fight or some type of rift to seperate loyalties and cause drama. Unfortunately, in this family, drama can only lead to death.

Crossing the dark train yard Jack struggled with the weight of the duffle bag. Who knew 2.5 million dollars, would weigh this much. What he had started out carrying, he was now having to drag across the last set of tracks. Hearing a train horn he looked up the tracks and saw a bright light filling the horizon, and felt the rumbling of a train. Tugging the duffle bag, Jack stumbled backwards, wedging his back foot between the main rail and the switch rail. He reached down, trying to loosen his sneaker's shoelace and cursing his choice of high tops. The train, was closing fast, it's headlight now flooding the tracks. Jack abandoned his shoelace and franticly grabbed his ankle and jerked, trying to free his foot. Blaring it's horn and rumbling

"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".

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

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!

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

The wagon creaks and wobbles as it makes its way through the forest. It bumps up on the rocks of the undone pavement; inside this wagon sits a kid who was locked up within. A golden retriever boy with a not much but a set of tattered robes. He hits against the walls of the wooden prison he was newly put into. He groans as he tries to sit still to only fall away once again. The boy was tiredly destroyed his looks, he had been pulled from the orphanage he was settled into. This boy had never felt the comforts of choosing his own way. Nor did he ever felt the rights even a criminal would have. It was only now, that he himself realized this tragedy. The people who'd pulled him away from his previous residence didn't do so that kindly, dragging and subduing him regardless of his compliance. They didn't even give him at least something to cover up with in the frostbite worthy winds that soared into the nights. So there he sat, shivering endlessly as he bundled up into a ball for the best.

“You know,” he whispered against your ear as you tried to pull away. “If you didn’t actually want to do this, you probably shouldn’t have tried to seduce me.”

Her smile became teasing. “Ah, sorry. I was curious.” Retrieving her hand, she tilted her head. “Don’t worry about it too much.”

“Why me? Who did this?” she stuttered. Her eyes made contact with mine again and I couldn’t tell what she was about to do. She slowly crept forward and once she was close enough she clasped her rough dry hand on my wrist. I tried to pull away but she became unnaturally strong.

He pushed me back onto the bed and started to remove my boots. I then felt him kneel down and part my legs. He asked me when I had last shaved my pussy, I answered him right away “last week” I said, and then I realised what I had said. He said “you knew you were coming to Sir and you never freshly shaved your pussy for Sir”. I said in a panic that I don’t actually shave I cream off the hair and I am used to doing that every 3 weeks, can’t do it more often as it would burn my skin. He said that was okay but it would earn me extra punishment. I could hardly breathe, what did he mean I was getting extra punishment, this was supposed to be a demonstration, I wasn’t expecting to be actually punished. He continued the inspection of my pussy, pulling

Your chances were rather dull and slim in this situation. You hated it; being weak and trapped like a herd of sheep. "I don't need help," You wanted to look away from his engrossing pupils but he locked his hand around your jaw to prevent any movement. "If you're going to kill me, why are you holding back?" You snapped at Springtrap who nearly flinched--not from your recoiling statement but from a distant flashback.