Creative Writing: The Losers In The Dumpster

"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

“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

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 in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

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.

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

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.

By nightfall they had finished all of the burials. It was depressing to see how many people were dead, even more so knowing that wasn’t the majority of them. Several times throughout the day new carcasses were dumped carelessly on the dwindling pile, just adding another hole to dig.

“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.

William and Mary walked crisply into the barn. The farmhands had formed a circle around an altercation on the dance floor. William and Mary pushed their way through the crowd. In the center of the circle, they saw two farmhands restraining Eric by holding onto both of his arms. Susan was screaming at the men to let him go. Reverend Flowers was doubled-over at the edge of the circle, holding his hand against his mouth. He pulled his hand back and looked at the blood on his fingers that flowed from a fat lip he had sustained.

He growled and looked at her with a pleading look,” So you've seen what she can do. She ready.” More creatures came around and he reloaded the gun, “We don’t have time for this argument right now. We’ll talk back at Station.” He went to shoot two more with a revolver and switched it out for a pistol.

I jimped back and stared at the young candy red blood troll with nubby horns. " Pardon?" He puffed his cheeks out and took a deep breath. ' oh brother.' "I would just like qualify my entire analysis of your “Alternian culture” by saying that in contrast with life on before us, while your people may have

"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.

Eleena starts crying fake tears as she snarls, “we had to defend ourselves from the attacks you were giving

“What about those revolting wolves? The filthy beasts refuse to take orders. They all need to be put to death!” a different troll wailed and the others chuckled.