Creative Writing: The Dark

she was crying but she seemed to feel overwhelmed with her life. Her husband had come home

"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.

The soldiers were right behind her. Wheezing, she could barely hold the infant who was safely cradled in her arms and scurry at the same time. “This way, the tracks are fresh!!” Nanette had barely enough time to think when a soldier knocked her down right on her face. It took her every effort not to yelp after hearing a crack from her nose. She couldn’t move, her legs had snapped. A faint cry could be heard from a distance. The child had fallen. Suddenly Nanette found herself un-able to move at all, too much blood was oozing onto the dry ground. This was all happening so fast. She closed her eyes tightly fully aware of what was next. A skinny soldier slid off his horse with ease, showing no sign of emotion and was followed by what looked to

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

“Come here, look,” she would say, her voice trembling with every syllable, “we received an encrypted letter from Langley.”

Hazel fell to the floor in tears. Sobbing for her son, whom she barely got to know. Hoping he wasn’t gone forever. Yet she

Her whole world was crashing down. It what seemed like only a split second, her best friend’s father had been condemned to death. Someone who she considered to be like a father was going to be taken away, ripped away from her.

Her voice was like a whisper as the jail’s bars slowy closed upon her face. her vision was still dizzy, and she had not eat anything for hours. turning her head back, she tried to walk. clumsy steps were the best she could do, occasionally almost stumbling to reach the bed, or at least what seemed like a bed to her.

Her arms were pulled painfully behind her back, draped over a chair, the decorative knobs on either side of the chair back holding her shoulders directly behind her, making them ache as they threatened to pop out of their sockets. The position made her breasts thrust forward, exposing them to any abuse or treatment deemed lit by the tormentor. It was meant to abrade her resistance, cause lasting pain and take away any possible protection she could provide for her chest.

The moment it dinged, she collected both of the pieces and shoved them into her mouth as fast as she could possibly manage. She snatched her bag and ran out of the house, yelling a goodbye to her parents. She sprinted as far as her legs could carry her until finally, she slowed down to rest. Breathing heavily, she was reminded of when she’d woke that morning. That dream… That boy… I’ve never seen him before. Or that place, even. She was pondering the matter when suddenly, she was seized from behind. Yelping with surprised she turned her head to look at her attacker. Familiar blue eyes met hers and she immediately

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

She looked at her watch, it was a little past noon. She doubled her step; she didn't want to be late. As she was entering the trail she heard footsteps behind her. Lenna immediately turned around, and there, about ten twenty feet away from her, were six men in black and each one of them held a weapon.

BANG! Blood gushed from the boy’s skull as he flew backwards, falling off the roof and onto the concrete – THUD! A look of horror precipitated on Christopher and Alexis’s faces, mixed with confusion, trepidation, and astonishment. The two veered around, identifying a slouched person angled towards his left. In his right hand, was a smoking gun that had just been fired.

Blood leaking through her clothes, she cried silently, praying to god. They proceeded to abuse her for the next few hours. At the end, one of the people next to Billy pulled out a handgun and gave it to him. They told him that if he killed her, he was guaranteed a spot in the gang.

She tore towards the wooden frame that had protected her in the past. It was the front-row seat that afforded her the opportunity to witness the beautiful baby boy being softly cuddled in her Mistress’ arms. Enthralled by the intimate moment, it was her Master’s entrance that reeled in her thoughts.