Creative Writing: Why Odile Is Alive?

The stuff you see in crime shows. “That’s a lot of cops.” Alice states. “Yea, there are.” “Let’s go ask if they will let you in. Did you bring any proof of who you are?” “I brought my student Id. That should work.” I answer “Yea, I hope that’s enough.” We walk up to the cop that looks like he’s in charge, because he’s just standing there bossing everybody around. “Sir, would I be allowed to enter my room.” “Who are you.” The officer asks me with annoyance. “I’m Anna Ackerman, the daughter of deceased Miranda Ackerman, and sister of deceased Devin Ackerman.” “You are only allowed in your room, go around the back. I’ll have one of my officers bring you.” “Whatever.” I say exhausted. Officer Rogers brought us around to the back. We are going inside the house, the house that my mother will never walk in the halls, or cook in the kitchen, or read in the office. The house that my brother will never play in the game room, or talk with his friends on the phone in his room, or play hoops with me in the driveway. “Anna are you gonna go inside?” I didn’t realize I was just standing in the doorway. “Yea, I’m just tired.” Alice still staring at me with worry in her eyes. I ignore her look, and steady myself. I walk in, and turn to the hall that leads to my room. “Alice you coming?” “Yea.” “Officer you can stay here.” I tell him. “Fine.” He

My head went under the water. Time almost stopped. I didn't know how it had happened. I had no clue what was going on. Before I even realize I was drowning, it was already too late. I tried so hard to scream, to breath, tried to cry out, tried to get the attention of the people around me; meanwhile, everyone else was splashing water and having fun. I screamed and yelled as loud as I could like a crying baby, but none of the people around me could hear me. Their sound started fading away steadily but slowly. Reluctantly, I came up but then I failed in panic. I thought I was going to

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.

Jake opened his pocket watch, tipping the crystal face toward the low flames of the campfire. Another hour before daylight and he’d pick up Duvall’s trail. The muscles in his jaw clenched, hate pulling at every part of him. He’d kill Duvall, and he’d do it with Texas’ silent blessing. No judge had pronounced a sentence, but Jake saw the outlaw pull the trigger—watched Harrison die.

1,2,3,4,....10, here I come, shouted William as he uncovered his eyes, and began to search for his cousins. Both laying down flat on their stomachs, Augustine, and Margaret hid in the thick grass in the open fields on the side toward the house at the Parish plantation. It was now deep into the evening, and the trio was playing a little game of hiding in seeking. No matter how old Augustine got, she was still very much child-like, she loved to have fun and was indeed a free spirit. While William was in his search for the two girls, Augustine looked at Margaret, and Said while thinking to withhold massive laughter, said why is it, he is always skipping numbers? Has he not learned how to count to ten? Margaret would then reply, laughing at Augustine.

Suddenly I feel an unexpected flicker of hope. I attempt escape once again and, as I had expected, I barely shifted position. After many more frustrating tries I finally bust out of my prison. My wet fluff is plastered to my body and my breathing is rapid and shallow. Sleep washes over me in an instant.

Dr. Partridge, her supervisor, answered, “They had a horrible relationship. The father was in the habit of drinking excessively; and one night, he and his wife got into a fight, and he killed her.”

The water dragged and strapped her down from all possible sides. The more she struggled the more disorientated she became. Left, right, up, down she couldn’t make any sense of it all. She pushed with her arms and legs but she couldn’t find any leverage, for all she knew she was forcing herself further down. Her lungs craved for more air and even though she knew she wouldn’t receive enough, her body still took a final breath. Cold water filled her lungs, burning her throat as if hundreds of needles had pierced into it. Her muscles relaxed and she was oddly calm for a moment - then everything slowly faded too black.

Earlier today, I woke entombed in bitter marble. My slow awakening drowsiness turned into instantaneous distress. I felt utter fear take control of my body. I did not scream a normal scream, but it was a scream I only once have heard before; the scream of the anticipation of death. The slight movement of my body I was able to make was made with such temerity that it pushed open the tomb door. The acrid air filled my lungs with new life.

The whispers of the figures in the candle lit room quickly disappeared, as did everything else. When Samuel opened his eyes, he only saw the cloudy sky being disfigured by neon blues running around him frantically. He felt a burning inside, and his skin felt as dry as a desert. The wind passed through him as if he were a ghost, and the clouds began to look like other worldly beings that wished to take him as a trophy. He felt the wind, his dry skin, and the flaming feel of his body that made him want to scream-- he couldn't. He thought he might die, he thought his small body would burn up before he ever landed-- but he couldn't get his mouth opened one bit. Samuel continued to fall, he felt the ground coming closer and closer to his frozen body. He closed his eyes, wanting to wake up from the terrible dream he thought he was experiencing. When his eyes opened, he saw a clear yellow sky; large, violet trees surrounding him; and the tall, pink grass he layed in. "Ow..." he managed to mutter, unable to move as if his body had turned to stone. He attempted to turn over but found himself to be

Someone just dunked me in the water! Holding my breath, I tried to open my eyes, but I still couldn’t move. I kept on getting dunked, and I felt something being poured on me. It smells like Palm Wine! That’s only used when...oh no. They’re going to mummify me! My heart started beating frantically, as I tried to think of a way to intervene. I felt my body being picked up again. They began walking. After a few minutes I heard a door shut. I was laid on a had table. Seconds later, I could hear the sharpening of knives. I prayed to the gods that Aaheru or Acheri would at least see me breathing. I felt something sharp slice my side. Instead of wincing in pain, I felt nothing. I had forgotten that my body was numb. Thank you, Renenet! I heard squishing sounds. They’re probably taking out my liver, stomach, lungs, and intestines now. A few minutes later I can hear the sound of splashing. They’re washing my organs. I’m surprised I’m even alive right now. My mind is beginning to go blank. While, the men are washing, they begin to chat casually. I can only listen as I slowly begin to drift into unconsciousness.

As soon as Michael sat down, Allison gave Michael a strip tease. She slowly took off her dress. Once Allison stripped down to her underwear, she gave Michael a quick lap dance. She then stripped herself completely naked.

“Hey Alan wake up...you're going to be late” said my aunt as she snatched the blanket off my legs “ I am up okay…” I said. As i was getting dressed, all i could hear was my aunt saying “ I told to go to sleep early last night...”. I wasn’t to worried about not getting enough sleep because i knew i could sleep in the airplane. I rushed into the bathroom to comb my hair and a sweet soothing smell penetrated the bathroom door...then i knew my aunt was making breakfast. She was making pancakes, eggs, hashbrowns and bacon...mmm bacon, i couldn’t wait to eat it. As soon as i was done combing my hair, i rushed into the kitchen and leaped into the table. My mouth began to drool, i grabbed a fork and pierced through the scrambles eggs as if it was

My head bobbed in the water, allowing my arms and legs to tread. A smile grew on my face when I saw how calm the water was, up and down and back and forth, moving in a constant wave. Before I could react, my head went under, held down by two large hands wrapped around my neck. I attempted to fight whoever was pushing me farther into the water, but my efforts were futile. My hands latched on to those of my attacker; my hair swirled over my field of vision. I screamed and let the air escape, but water filled my lungs, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. More and more water weighed me down, hundreds and thousands of feet deeper than I could handle. My body gave out; I couldn’t keep fighting. The hands around my neck squeezed tighter and tighter. Breathing was impossible.

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side