Creative Writing: The House On Briarhill

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

What is the personal significance of your given name (first, middle, and last)? My given name is Kimberly Müller. The personal significance of my given name is very important to me because I want my name to always have something great behind it, that’s one of my goals. My surname came from Germany, I sometimes wonder how a German surname came all the way to Haiti. My first name is the most perfect name for myself, so I just have to thank my parents for that, my mother’s name starts with the same letter as my name.

Before you turn the page of this book I want you to know that this book is not pleasant. It is full of bad witches and morphed fairies. Even worse a girl who has to go through it all. Her name is Bell Linmor and she has it rough. But don’t worry it all works out.

It was 8:30 in the morning, on the calm Sunday of November 17, 1963. I was sitting on my couch eating my cereal and listening to the radio. The reporter was talking about how bad the 60s were, then President Kennedy came on and announced that he was going on a trip across the state of Texas. I had church in 30 minutes and my mother was screaming at me to get ready, so I did. I was talking to my friend Kip, when I got to church, and he asked me if I had heard the news yet.

“Ever since they were little girls Harper and Vanessa have been best friends. They learned how to read and write together, and learned how to ride their bikes together. They grew up together, and are almost inseparable. Of course, they get in little arguments because are they are like sisters. But, they always get over it.

“It didn’t used to be this dreary, I swear to you it didn’t.”, she said this to the confused boy with a solemn look in her eye. It was as if she was looking for familiarity in the off white walls and the cold blank stares of the people around her.

On the sixth road of the sixth block and the sixth house lies 666 devil blood curdling lane, the outside is not furnished seeing into the dead room of the ninth story. When seeing this blackened smoke house where the sun never shines it will send tingles of despite and sorrow ness down your broken back and a shrilled noise through your ear. The shape shifter at the front of the house will beguile you in right before they change into a soul sucking monster, and will suck the life right out of you and use your bones as they new walkway going into the big mysterious bold blackened door. When the ninety year old trees lean over to all the bedroom's windows it will keep you up all night with the screeching sound of it scratching on the window.

I had just got a call from the school saying that my daughter Bailey had passed out in Algebra class. The office lady said that they were sending her to the hospital right now.

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 THE TEMPERATURE continued to drop outside, it only got hotter inside the cabin as steam rose in the cramped bathroom and fogged up the cracked mirror that hung askew above the sink. The window was misted up both inside and out, the rain freezing on the pane until the falling droplets turned to a heavy slurry that would soon become hail. The fog had begun to lift but it left its roots behind, the echo of a dream hovering in the forest.

The music in the truck was quiet as Michael made his way to Breanna’s house. The girl hadn’t been in contact with him all day. She probably lost her phone, he thought.

Wonderful! I am so happy to hear from you, and know that all is well...

A gust of frigid Boston wind surged through the alley as I looked back towards the genie, who had become increasingly weaker after granting my second wish. He was now very old and frail with weak muscles that struggled to hold him upright. His hair was now completely gone, revealing a wrinkled and scarred forehead. Drowsily, he fell to the ground where he sat awaiting my final wish. I pondered for several minutes considering what my third wish would be. Finally, I decided that I would like the ability to turn invisible; this wish would allow me to observe anything happening in the world and be unnoticed. The genie nodded and granted the final wish and then held out a bright glowing stone. Hesitantly, I took it from his fragile hand and felt its warm and smooth surface with three indentations on the side; one for each ability I had wished for. The genie then began to slowly walk away, as he did, his head began to crystallize and dissipate into the wind. His body began to go next. With a quick burst of light, he was gone, his spirit free from all obligations and his earthly confines. With my three wishes granted and the stone in my hand, I decided to begin my journey

A few lampposts east of Glenoaks Boulevard, the Glendora Apartment rests close to the freeway and is painted deep burgundy and white. The building is clean too, for it has tidy residents who clean up after themselves every morning, before leaving to go to work. On one side of the building, the pool slopes up to the laundry room, but on the opposite side is the fresh garden aligned with flowers – roses, lavender, every color, carrying themselves rhythmically with the wind; and there are tiny garden gnomes that arch over the flowers. On the tennis courts under the tall palm trees, the tennis players laugh or shriek if a lizard crawls among them. Squirrels come out of their nests to sit on the lawn chairs at night, and the damp pavement is covered

6 years had passed and Jess decided to do his move. He waited long enough and now was the time. Winnie was already seventeen. Jesse drove to Winnie’s house to surprise her. He sneaked to her room when she was in school .it was hard and he didn’t believe he would make it but he climbed on the fence of the house and then he quietly and sneakily broke the lock of the door and ran upstairs to Winnie’s room and waited to her there. It wasn’t hard like he thought it was at the afternoon, her grandma was sleeping and her parents were busy and didn’t pay enough attention. Winnie came after school and went straight to her room like all the girls in her age. She entered and the she saw a familiar face. Jesse? She screamed .and he smiled “of course darling, I never break my promise”.”I can’t believe to my eyes she screamed and hugged him tight.”I never want you leave like that, Jesse, I missed you so much” and he answered “Not a day, not a moment went by that I didn’t think about you, and missed you terribly.” Then he kissed her. After all the kisses and the hugs they sat down on her bed, Jesse hold her hand and said “Winnie I want to start our life together, I want us to live the life I