Creative Writing: The Outsider

Jews only make up 1.8% of the population in the United States, which is about 5.4 million people. Of that 5.4 million people 4.3 million of them live in major metropolitan areas like New York City, Los Angeles, and Miami. That leaves 1.1 million Jews living scattered throughout the US forming their own small communities wherever they have settled. I am one of these scattered Jews. I was born in Pasadena, California so I started life as a Hollywood Jew, but at the age of 3 my parents decided to move back to the east coast to be closer to their families who live in New York City and Baltimore. Instead of moving to one of these areas, my family moved to Seaford, Delaware, population: 5,000, Jewish population: 2. Although

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

Approximately four hours into their travel, a red firework exploded in the distance and previously concealed bandits emerged from behind boulders, undergrowths and covered pits. They charged with the ferocity of a tidal wave, brandishing weapons and bellowing threats. Aloysius halted his horse, made a signal, and soldiers began to move forward.

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.

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.

The next morning (Y/N) slowly woke up, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. She blinked a couple of times before looking around the room. She went to go get up before doing a double take, her eyes widening. Sitting in random places in her room were all of the characters from The Outsiders, at least all of the characters from Darry's gang. She tried not to start freakout, looking at everyone. They were just like she had imagined them.

“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.”

"Your who I'm training" the blonde looked forward, eye glistening with a fire of the days that lay a head. From what Gilbert heard this boy was all smiles and boyish charm but so far the Prussian saw no sign of that, only the look of a determined young man. But Gilbert knew better, he stared into those deep blue iris until he saw it. It was quick and without a well-trained eye, one would have missed it completely, but Gilbert was trained and he saw it. Not regret really but maybe sadness or longing. Some stir of emotion that made him wonder if this kid had the nuts to take down an empire such as the British, who were a force to reckoned with and if Prussia was saying that, then it meant something,

"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".

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

‘Breathe, just breathe. It's nothing more than a dark alley and you're not afraid of the dark - Come on!' Elena tried to calm herself and she inhaled a deep breath before she forced her legs to move. Her whole body was tense, but each movement was shaky, her fawn-like brown hues seeming so much wider than usual as she took one step after the other. It was true: Elena Gilbert was not afraid of the dark, but there was something about this place that made her feel anything but safe. She should not have left on her own, but there was no other option, was there? Damon had a way of messing things up and that was the last thing that she needed.What she needed was to find Stefan… She needed to bring him home, bring him back - no matter what that meant,

The once bright and clear sky had been taken by the now dark and stormy night, and the highway next to the forest looked gloomy as ever. Tall pine trees surrounded both sides of this highway, and through the trees came a mysterious van. In this van was a group of 16 year old girls and they didn't know it yet, but in twenty four hours, they would encounter one of the most infamous criminals of their time.

Finally! I’ve escaped prison. Now I will show these people that I am the Emperor.

There is a loud ringing and his head pounds. He didn't know what was going on. He opens his eyes slightly, hissing at the bright lights. He wasn't dead. That much he could tell, because if he was dead... why would everything hurt so much?

Before the outbreak, a perfumed scent wafted tenderly throughout the pleasant corridors of the hospital. Nurses and doctors were unhurried, moving back and forth with poised efficiency, admiring the flowers and beautiful framed artwork that once decorated the walls. It didn’t take long though; one by one, stretcher after stretcher, men’s bodies came rolling in, filling the halls, and suppressing the sterile scents with the putrid smells of rotting flesh. Men were missing limbs, some trembled helplessly whilst others simply lay frozen in horror. Many never lasted more than a few hours as the white-capped nurses rushed helplessly to their aid, battling the impossible circumstances in the search of inexistent supplies. Doctors, morose in their