Creative Writing: The Losers In The Dumpster

Return Of The Outsiders 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.

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

Is it really Alex? We should get back down to ground level." "You're right." They head to the door, and Fox wonders just how he's going to explain. 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.

"Ha," one slurs out, "you think that's something? Wait to y'all hear this." He raises the mug to his grimy face before continuing with a rude burp. "So, I just got finished havin' a tiff with some busty farmer's daughter, a real dairy cow, and I find that wraiths have flooded into the field. The specters start to come after me, but I wasn't intendin' to let 'em get ta' me. Drawin' my blade I strike at the baddies, shredding

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.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Walker snarls, using his arm as a barricade to keep Spencer against the wall. Eleanor stands back with Delta, one arm wrapped securely around her. Logan gave off some bullshit explanation as to what just went down before ushering everyone away from the more

“Ouch!— you’re a mean one, why do I inspired you so much contempt? Have I disrespect you?” He asked as he kept his cold stare.

This time the store owner had called the police. Roxy had shoplifted from his establishment before but I had always been able to fix it; most times by paying double the price. Peering through the faceted glass of my front door, I could see Mr. Pachenko pacing the brick-edged sidewalk,

“You should be glad I`m not a vicious Viking. You would have been ravaged and plundered by now!” he said in a dreadful voice. The woman was not impressed and reacted to his vile statement by kicking him in the knee and gracefully walking away with her head held high. Einar gave him a thumbs up to try and cheer him up, but he could tell that his day was now ruined for a couple hours. Mackinney dragged himself over to a seat beside him and slumped down.

“How did you ...?” Renee blurted. “You cut you’re beautiful, long hair after your return. Mom thought you were in protesting the war, but I saw you two. I knew the real reason you cut the longest blond braid in the neighborhood.”

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

I was taken up, put in a chair at the side, and told to keep my mouth shut by the teacher, who also happened to be a nun. At the other end of the classroom, Rudy looked across and waved. I waved back and tried not to smile. At home, I

“But what are you?” she pressed for the third time in the span of the past few minutes, keeping her voice as level as possible. “Are you a great overgrown dwarf that has cut off its

“Alright, I want to know who you are, how you know my name and why you look like someone I dated a long time ago”, he stares straight into her eyes and he demands his answers not letting the unnerving feelings he gets from her eyes get to him.

The wilderness had a deafening silence to it, it was a blistering hot day, as James loudly trampled over the freshly fallen, colorful fall leaves, as he bobbed and weaved between the thick towering trees. There was a smoky smell coming from a distance in front of him, it smelt as he remembers it as a kid, it was his favorite smell in the world… the smell of a campfire. He continued his restless running, as whatever was back there, he needs to get away from it. He continued trampling over the leaves until he came to an opening. He burst through the wall of pine tree branches, that cut up his face as he ran through them, as soon as he burst through the branches he tripped over a hollowed out stump. He hit the ground with a booming thud. There was an echo from the raging river that lay in front of him, there was a small pool of calm water about four inches deep and eight inches across. All he could think about is lying down, taking his shoes off,