Creative Writing: Why Are You Trying To Kill Me?

“I know, but I missed you. You haven’t talked to me in a while. I was beginning to think you forgot that I’m your future wife. If I’m going to be your wife I have to be your number one priority.”

“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 was scared to find out if that box is still in there. I sighed deeply and got out. I trudged my way up to the house and walked inside. I threw my stuff in the living room and went to my bedroom. I looked around trying to find the box but I couldn't find anything. That's weird, I guess it was my imagination. I wonder where Levitican is. "Levitican!" I didn't hear a single sound throughout the house. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. I started running around the house checking every room and yelling out my dog's name. I couldn't find him anywhere.

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.

Back to that moment, my mom pulled over immediately she opened her door saying”Call nine one one!”

So we started to run down the street once we got there we went into someone's backyard my dad said “stop” he looked around it was not Chili it was a gray cat and Chili is orange. We ran back and looked in the bushes our dad whispered “shhh do you see him in the bushes ‘ then I replied “yes” then my dad said “ Cale go by the back gate Leah go around front i am going to grab him. As my dad crept closer Chili ran my way I shooed him back, but he got scared and ran all the way around the front and into Michals bushes. Leah and I ran over there and leah went in the bushes but she could not find him so she came back out but she tripped on a weed and fell. My dad took her back to the house but me and my aunt kept looking. We looked and looked but

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

I have a girlfriend and her name is Meghan Vaughn and I love her to the moon and back. So how me and her got together is that one day my friend Bella told me to go to the park. So I did.

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

Gothic horror literature has induced feelings of fear, shock, and abhorrence to many readers since the eighteenth century. American writer, editor, critic, and poet, Edgar Allan Poe became a highly influential figure in the world of literature and is one of the first writers to develop this genre of fiction and horror. He is best known for his short stories that capture many gothic horror elements. In Poe’s popular short stories “The Fall of the House of Usher” and “The Tell-Tale Heart,” Poe can be described as a Gothic writer by exploring themes of death and darkness, madness and helplessness, supernaturalism and setting and architecture, in order to reverse the norms of rationality as illogical and unexplainable events generate fear in the reader.

She stood from her bench when I was a few feet away, I dropped my bags and we embraced for a very long moment. When we released ourselves hug she quickly directed me through the bustling maze of people in this place. Out the front door we went.

"Alright why am i here?" Peter asked his partener whle he rubbed his temples and alked down the halls of the Police Department, he was sound asleep but had gotten a call from Maggie Shwartz- his partner.

There was a wall right in front of me that’s weird the wall didn’t look that close. There was an iron sword and an axe on the wall I went to pick them up when I heard,

Days go by. They hurt my wing asking me to change. All they don't know is that I can't change when I'm hurt. I want to tell then that if I could change that I would of been gone a long time ago but their is no way to communicate with them. One day they give me a tote and some ink. "Tell us why don't you change." Quickly I write down the answer. They stop hurting my wing and treat every once in a while. As I wait I think of fun memories. Jay's funny jokes. Cole's horrible cooking. Kai's angry tantrums. Lloyd's training. Nya and me chatting. Most of all Zane. His eye his voice everything. When ever I think of him I seem to calm down and relax. Every day I wait and look at the door waiting for anyone to show up. I don't even care if it is dareth.

She was looking beautiful with a a pink outerwear with a white shirt inside. As our plan we had reached there on time. I was little shy to start over as it was the first day of the meeting. She smiled and swiped her hair away from her forehead. I melted down because of the charming presence which was out of my imagination.