Crieve: A Fictional Narrative

"Command?" Desiree repeated the word with a bit of concern, "Will I be able to wake up on my own, or will I be stuck that way until you wake me?" she asked fear of being trapped in her own mind and possible nightmares echoed through her thoughts. Desiree didn't think she could handle being trapped there all alone.

“If you’re talking about a virgin, man that ship sailed a long time ago,” Mike blurted out.

“I will always stand beside my brothers,” Gabriel maintains. “But I refuse to watch Robert mentally deteriorate.” He turns to leave, but Cipher stood in his path, blocking him.

Lauren pressed her foot harder on the gas pedal. The tires whined and spun, but the SUV sank further into the snow packed ditch. Perspiration slid down her back. She could die out here, buried in a mountain of snow. Her family may never find her. It wasn’t fair.

Caeren sat at the base of the shelf, dressed in shadows. The small, blue book in his hand was more than two-thirds traversed. He paused for a moment and looked out, toward the window at the corridor’s end. He saw darkness. Caeren thought to himself, I should have gone home earlier. I want to go home. But he was too late. The trail of light orbs he had produced began to dim.

The hotel security found a wounded kitchen worker on the floor, and they have taken him to the nearest hospital. It was more than clear that the superstar have been abducted, and Robert tried hard to control his emotions so that his true feeling for the singer, could not be evident in the presence of all those people, especially in the presence of his boss.

The waitress smiled, “Granny probably wants help in the kitchen, if you don’t mind.” She looked at the boys; you two can help me with these lights. She gave Felix a wink and the boy almost passed out. Henry couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He was confused. Looking upon the pool, it seemed to have lost all of its motion. It was as if it had frozen over, but instead of water, had become a giant television display . Other than the glow, once could not have even guessed it was once a body of water.

Attempting to keep her composure, she tried to keep herself from crying. Shaky breaths escaped her nostrils as her eyes began to reopen, her vision may of been blurry - but she knew exactly what was happening in front of her. Visibly she was trembling, the once powerful woman now rendered completely helpless. She broke down, full on sobbing as he tainted her pure skin with his filthy cock. No matter what she did or said, there was no getting out of this situation - but god knows that wouldn’t stop her. Once more she grabbed onto his arm, not nearly as forceful as before. “Please… I just… I just needed the money. There’s a large bounty on your head, and… I - I couldn’t pass it down.” The somewhat muffled pleading would do nothing, deep down

The radio was on with country music and just as we got on the main road mom turned the radio off, I was confused and curious on why she shut the music off, then she said, “As we know it takes a long time to get to Scott’s work.” As I was thinking she said, “we might move, I know you might not want to but it’s so we can be closer to Scott’s work.”

In the forest, one lonely night a girl was roaming around looking for something but she wasn’t quite sure herself what it was. Rose was walking around and her surroundings were filled with tiny and very squishy things. She could’ve have even stepped in one of them and she would have them stuck in her shoes, that clueless she was. As the night kept getting longer the more she roamed the big dark forest. She stumbled along something in her path and she was curious to know what it was. From the looks of it, it was something bright red. The closer she got the more interesting it was for her. Out of nowhere “Cuckoo!” A bird flew across her face and she jumped but stared at the bright nightly sky waiting for the bird to return. She wasn’t scared

Garold starts off in a pub talking to people about how he doesn't know magic. All of them are just dumbfounded he can’t do simple magic. They don’t know he is just a human not a mage or a mythical being from this world. Maybe he will learn one day on how to do magic. Garold feels bad so he runs away back to his safe spot. The bridge that divides both worlds, the one that gets him home all the time.

Sunlight cascaded across the sky in beautiful reds and oranges as it dipped below the horizon, making way for the moon rising in the east.

She wasn’t short. She wasn’t exactly tall either, but she certainly wasn’t short. She had coarse, light brown hair and an unreasonably large forehead for her face. Her light grey eyes were shielded by black, plastic glasses that rested on her bulbous nose. She rarely wore anything other than jeans and sneakers, and her thighs were quite a bit larger than she’d like them to be. But her physical appearance didn’t bother her that much. Being pretty was not a requirement for her job.

Pain. Searing hot pain reverberated through my nearly comatose form, driving my heartbeat to a staggeringly fast pace while my head pounds over and over again like a hammer striking a nail. Muffled explosions and shouts were heard over the pumping of blood and ringing that was echoing in my ears. The shrapnel scattered across my chest caused choked breaths and moans to escape my body while my tongue felt heavy and as dry as a cotton ball. My blurred vision became clearer by the second and a final thought struck me. I was going to die, but at least the pain was beginning to fade away like my grip on consciousness.