Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart

“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 spent nearly five years getting rid of the shadows that I have experienced sexual assault. This incident occurred in the winter when I was a five-grade student in primary school. However, until now, I still remember it.

I woke up the next morning with someone hitting my face repeatedly. I instantly lost it, “WHAT”, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I stared at what seems to be two police officers. You

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

I am from roaring fires(crackling, fiery orange flames warming my face) I am from countless summer days having diving contests with Evan. I am from 55 square miles divided in half with rolling hills and lights illuminating the street at night. I am from jumping into the white powder ( as cold as ice) then running back into the burning steamy Chlorine tub. I’m from the sound of the curved stick slapping the plastic ball hard enough to vibrate my hands.

“If this doesn’t work, I’m blaming you.”, Zelda whispered as they were doing a dramatic walk towards the flowers.

We are the ones taught not to speak as silence is our code of arms.

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

Poisoned. I lost my best friend on November 11, 2016. He had such a kind heart, no room for cruelty and yet someone poisoned him. The day I met my best friend Sarge I never thought someone’s heart could feel the way mine did. It was like the world had stopped for a second and my heart was full of unconditional love. I never really believed in love until I met him. I know God has a plan and a reason for everything but I still don’t understand. Why him? Why take away the one thing that could bring a smile to my face in an instant?

I woke up to my alarm going off and quickly shut it off before flopping back on to my bed trying to get the will power to get myself out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready for school. It took a minute but soon I was out of bed and heading towards my closet to pick out clothes that wouldn't be scorned.

I was eating a hot pocket when I found out the first city fell, I burnt my tongue on the cheesy filling. It was the fifth day of my vacation and I was staying at my great uncle's cabin in the middle nowhere. My roommate called me screaming over the phone about what was happening, she started sobbing and telling me she didn’t want to die like that. All I could do was listen to her as she confessed all the wrongs she could think of and things she never got to do, as if by telling me would somehow save her, as if I had the power to forgive all of it for her. After one last sob, the sound of glass shattering broke through and the line disconnected. The old fashion phone’s dial tone sang to me telling me I should hang up. I studied the veteran cabin it’s old wood had barely changed in the two-hundred years since it was built.

Once the townspeople saw and heard at least one of the robots , they went in swinging. They were given an anonymous tip of a secret survivor that the dead families tried to hit the robots in the stomach but it didn't work. So to hit them in the head.

What a great topic to write about considering I encountered a bear while camping, late last summer. My best friend, Desi, invited me on her annual camping trip with her entire family. When we arrived at the campsite, we went to check out our spot and turns out we were at the end of the grounds and legitimately on a cliff… Okay, kind of a scary thing to set up our tents on our cliff to where you could see the ground maybe 30 to 40 feet under, down a landslide.

It would be easy to spy the barbarian leader - and not because no one dare walk in front of her. Taller than many women, but shorter than most men, in streamline armor, so stained with blood and grime it turned dark, she carried herself far bigger than she was. A thick, fur collar rested on her shoulders too, part of a heavy cloak that made her seem wide, though not more than her hips. The heavy metal cups on her chest, large as summer melons, were filled with soft, feminine flesh, and the roundness shown in her hips were indeed the curves of maturity. Just by the weight she carried alone, it could be assumed she was muscular, a warrior on level with the best of her men, perhaps even higher. Scars raked her suntanned skin and showed in the uneven cut of her artery red hair. There was wear only on the surface though, her brown eyes beamed with undiminished youth, and her step was flowing, if heavy. If she had been badly injured before, lack of age helped her heal quick and seamless.