Creative Writing: Theatrics

I ran, my feet bloodied and aching, my ankle unsteady and shrieking in pain. I ignored it, gasping

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.

Turning off the TV, Andrew grabbed his keys and rushed to the garage, angry for not being more cautious. Driving down the street as fast as he could to get to the cleaners, he said, “I wonder if Margaret has her phone. I will call it,” he said, pushing the buttons, he waited, and said, “Oh, no; it went directly to voice mail. She must have turned it off, but why would she do that?”

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

There was a sense of impeding doom that turned my stomach. Although I couldn't bear to look at the mask I held outreach to you, my eyes were tempted to look to you. I side-swiped a glance at you before you took the mask. My eyebrow arched as you looked at me, visibly distraught. My eyes did a double take, and my gaze fell curiously back on you. I sensed a feeling of unease from you, and became immediately confused. “Your master never teach you Torture 101, Mr. Ren?” Although I was mocking you, there was a sense of concern in my voice, as I looked over to the Dug and then back at you. “You look like you've seen a ghos-” Holding out the mask in front of you, I watched you intently as your eyes fixated on the item. My eyes narrowed at that reaction, and suddenly, it made sense to me. Perhaps you had seen a ghost. Fully educated in the many various connections within the Force, I wondered if in this moment you had seen anything. If in this moment, his darkness had fallen on you. I pondered the horrors you had witnessed... and if any one of those horrors was my own. I wondered if it was pain you experienced, and even... if that pain was my own.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that it’s horseshit.” Savannah said back to me as she picked up more stones. “How would you explain all the horrible things that have happened to the children of Mt. Harrison over the past three centuries then?”

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

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.

A beautiful suite of 1 bed, 1 Full bath, Living room and kitchen. It has available car parking and gardening space in Dale City, Wood-bridge.

Alpha Zero, or Zero as he simply called himself was filled with hatred, the experiments done on him and his kind filled him with rage. These scientists had no right to destroy his kind. Alpha Two, a female of his kind, had just succumbed to death after another round of torture was used to determine how much she could withstand. She had been born of the same batch of experiments as he was, basically in canine standards she was his litter mate.

The game was tied at 77, with 51 seconds left. The Green Gators had possession of the ball. The crowd was cheering at the top of their lungs. The Green Gators were about to score a three pointer. He shot and the crowd went silent. The ball was sailing through the air, bounced off the rim and onto the floor. The crowd gasped in astonishment.

“Get on the line,” coach says. One mistake, just one mistake and you go to the line. The words go through one ear out the other but then reverse and rattle in my brain. We sprint to it not daring to walk. The yellow line in front of my toes glared at me. My legs clenched together like a clap of a hand. Blood in my brain pumping furiously like a dam falling and all the water just explodes out. My mind racing faster and faster. Waiting for coach’s call “32 seconds” “Go!” and we are off leaving nothing behind us but dust, and a blur.

The Pulls still shake me deeply every time I see them. Most of the time I look away. Every instance remind me of the first time. I wasn’t fully sure of what I was exactly seeing, I’m still not. To me it looks like some illusion, some magic trick that needs only to be examined closely to see its inner workings and mechanisms. I only this things was a bug pinned to a peace of cork, I could stare at this whole thing under a microscope and every aspect of it would be illuminated as I pull it apart, piece by piece.

He had heard of people who play from the heart. Who can pick up an instrument and let all their emotions free with no sheet music or chords to follow, and still make it sound crafted by the gods. He’d heard of people sitting down with a cello in front of an audience and making the audience feel.

Harrison becomes a superhuman when he breaks into the T.V studio. He stomped around and yelled “I am the Emperor!” “Do you hear me” As if he was there to save to world, in which he was in a sense. Harrison arrived with no handicaps left to hold him back from anything and had the strength that he was thirsty for as if he was God. He wanted to let everyone know that you can overcome everything. Harrison’s efforts are ironic because he finally gets the freedom that he wants, yet he is killed for it. The intelligent ones were handicapped to forget the sad things, but this less intelligent one were left clueless. Harrison wanted to give them their freedom back, and because of that they killed him with no