Creative Writing: The Ripper

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.

Some of the bullets managed to hit some of the barrels which caused a chain reaction of explosions. Soldiers everywhere were returning fire while other gasping for help. Fletcher scanned around the room for Marcel. He saw him lying behind a brick wall as cover. He seemed to be severely injured as his hand, tainted with blood, covered of what seemed to be several bullet holes. Fletcher couldn’t believe what was happening. There were soldiers lying lifeless here and there. It was complete chaos. Fletcher knew he had been fooled. He knew that secretly there was no prize. He knew that he had to

After a couple of more pitches he heard a booming voice in German, “Batter up.” He glanced at the catcher, who gave him a signal that he was used to seeing. An evil grin came across his face, he nodded. He took one look at the Lt.Coloniel, and said to himself, IT”S SHOTIME. James toed the rubber and accepted Dave’s first sign. He carefully planted his right foot, into the ground, pivoted his foot, and looked into center field. In one fluid he then snapped back around throwing the baseball as hard as he could. The poor batter went scrambling out of the batter’s box; as if it was a 32 caliber bullet heading towards his head. The baseball took a snapping motion into the strike zone. We then heard a loud voice that boomed, across the baseball diamond” Strike One.” A ghostly look came across the batters face as he shook his head, in disbelief. James stared at the batter with an evil grin on his face; he told himself this is going to be

He shouts opening fire on the unsuspecting Germans. A silent pulse and four soldiers lie on the ground every living cell shut down dead. Headlights and more soldiers are coming up the road. A brilliant spotlight struck his face,

Summary: Alex had only ever known Michael as the mysterious man who’d protected him from a few bullies, gifting him with a small knife and the promise of teaching Alex to use it, before vanishing. Never to be seen again.

The thief walked down the empty hallway, with light steps. Hidden underneath his cloak, the child slept soundlessly in his arm. The hallway chandeliers flickered with burning candles. The candles lit the pathway just enough to see slight details on the wooden floor.

She didn't know they were coming; none of them did. There was no warning; no way to predict their arrival. The only greeting they received were the shots of rifled-muskets and the sound of lead bullets whizzing through the air. The smell of gunpowder quickly became noticeable. The navy coated men around her jumped into action, but were slowly being overtaken. The only attempt she could make to detach herself from the shouts and screams surrounding her, was to focus on the soft rushing of the bubbling river nearby.

Johnny, Pamela, and the McAllister brothers came through the roof door a moment later. “You guys too, huh?” Johnny griped as he cupped his hands to light a cigarette.

He was blushing as hard as before, lifting his chin up and closing his eyes, moaning softly with every stroke of the dragonesses strong tongue.

The sun held high in the cobalt, no clouds not even a slug of one hung in the sky to befriend the lonesome sun that blazed with life. Every thing was quiet and not in anyway unlike the day before it. Except for the agonizing screaming, that would make a choir cry, coming from the open field. There lay the King of Wolves, Alexander Ashworth , a small group of onlookers had gathered around him. Not one bent down to help.

I knew Esther and I were in the right class when you told about Kallie. I glanced over at my beautiful daughter sitting beside me, she has lived her entire 23 years in chronic pain.....she has cats, they sleep with her, they are her babies, these kitties have brought comfort to her over the years. I see her holding one of them at times with tears in her eyes. I see the comfort they give her. I teared up when you told your story about Kallie and I wondered if Esther was touched. She was.

The two performed a simultaneous assault, piercing the sentry's thick metal hide with the power of their unearthly weapons. It took a score of strikes to finally weaken the sentry. The first sign that they had made progress was a small stumble in it's step, and the second the warning message that flashed across its optic display. They attacked relentlessly, and with the greatest precision they could manage- there was no room for error now. The sentry began to wail loudly, filling the air with shrill beeps. "Stop!" It commanded, slamming a foot down into the pavement with enough force to create a crater. "What have you done!? My justice..had sealed them..they will escape! The

The storm raged on - both internally and externally. The struggle between her crushing depression and her desperate, primal instincts for survival battled it out, destroying her life. She sat there alone, sobbing like a lost child needing either guidance or the sweet release of the end. As she waited, disinterested in her own dismal fate, she wallowed in her ever-present sorrow.

The small echo of dripping water is what woke Einar up from his small nap. Blinking the crust away in his eyes his vision slowly faded in focus as his companion opened his eyes as well, the cave was dark with the only light being a soft glow from the entrance. The brute let out a yawn. His front legs stretched before him, stretching his tight muscles out and giving him the satisfying pain. A few joints in this shoulders popped most likely from being in that tight knit circle that he stayed in to retain some of his warmth in the rather large cave. Looking at the entrance again Einar could see that some snow had littered into the cave 'there must of have been another storm' the young brute though to himself. Despite living up in the mountains, Einar hatted the cold. However, he felt no need to move anywhere else. He had found a nice routine here and there were plenty of rabbits to keep up with his constant hunger.

She pulled the trigger twice, the first round hammering into the hard ceramic shell of his full face helmet, and the second puncturing through to find the gray matter underneath. She shifted her eyes further up the hall, seeing more soldiers coming and emptied the magazine without aiming, forcing them to scramble for cover as she ran down the hall. The air sizzled like fresh bacon as suppressed bullets tore through the air after her.