Creative Writing On An Trunk

I aroused by the light, coming from the ceiling, which made my vision to be a blur for a bit.While I was temporarily blinded, I heard unfamiliar voices.One voice stood out to me though, it had a tone in which I seem to remember, but I just couldn't recognize who it was.They placed a blindfold over my eyes, then forced me to get up while they aimed me in the direction that they wanted me to go.They finally settled me onto a wooden chair, and they removed the blindfold off me.It was at this moment when I saw him, the person who kidnapped me.He wore a black shirt, had blue eyes, and short hair that seemed to be dyed by darkness.At last, I uttered, “Dad”?He sat down and said, “Zac, it's been a long time, since we last met”.Before I could reply, he ignored me and continued to speak.“Your mother Kat, has ruined my life you know.Every day, I want to move on, to forget about her.The more I try to, the more I want to make her suffer for once”.It seemed as if I was put on mute by a controller, I couldn't urge any words out.The more I thought about it, the more I could see that my dad has changed.He wasn’t the dad who loved his family anymore, he is now a man controlled by revenge.His laughter broke the silence, but I could tell that his laugh was different now, it was the laugh of a sociopath.He paused for a moment, then he spoke again, “Join me Zac, together we can bring justice into this cruel, cruel world”!He placed a cold metal circle on top of my forehead, “Abandon me and my

But I never made it to the arrows. I didn't even make it into the washroom. I turned the doorknob slightly, when suddenly I was pulled form behind and was kept quiet by large, cold palm covering my mouth, Throw in to the trunk of a car. And all I can account for after that was waking up in the dark concrete room, what is now my room. Since that day, I've been aloud out once, well out of the house, we went for a walk me and .. well he never told me his name. So I call the man who kidnapped me, Him. Anyways we went for walk to the park, when there we just sat on the old grey wooden park bench and watched the other children play until another women approached him and started asking questions, to many questions he told me. We never went to the park again. And I went back to my room for weeks he said people were looking for me and it was to risky, so I haven't been out

I continue looking around trying to figure out my surroundings. All that is around me is a table of odd objects on top of a laced cloth. The things I can kinda make out was, a knife with a red handle and weird symbols engraved into it, a metal wine glass, and a very old looking book. What are they trying to do to me? My father walks in and grabs my arm and takes the knife and slits my skin open right at the crease of my elbow, and intensely watches my blood drip into the metal wine glass as he chants something in a foreign language. I keep trying to talk, but couldn’t no matter how hard I tried. I finally realized that only my hands were tied to the chair, not my legs. I could not believe that they would be that stupid, I immediately kicked the knife out of my father’s hand and then kicked him square in the nose, which knocked him out. I was able to reach the knife with my foot and cut my hands free, then being able to rip the duct tape off my mouth. I ran to the door, but it was locked, I didn't know how to pick a lock what was I supposed to do? Thats when I realized my Dad was still in the room, i knew exactly what to

“I can’t believe they don’t have any plum cake,” Jack Dandy said angrily, looking at the plum cake decorations hanging above his head. “I can 't believe they don 't have any either! You should talk to the store owner, Venny, I bet he has some hidden somewhere for himself!” Handy Pandy said with his hands behind his back. Venny tries to see Handy’s hands, but his view is obstructed by a shelf. “Okay, good idea. Hey, Venny! You don 't have any plum cakes!” Jack said forcefully as he hip-hops over. “Woah there, calm down it is just a plum cake, but there should be some right over there by those shelves,” Venny says. “I was just over there, what do you think you can lie to me right to my face?” Jack said, outraged. “Excuse me, sir, but you

It 's early November, the brown leaves from the trees above are covering the sidewalk.

I shut my suitcase and wriggled it off of my bed, giving my room one last sweep before we left for the month. I spun around in anxiety ready for the 6 hour travel to what I had been waiting for all summer. The airport was crowded and I was jostled by the crowd like a fish in the current. I finally found my parents and brother and we handed the lady our tickets before boarding the plane. We found seats next to each other and sat down in comfortable silence. I saw a movie about to start and put on my headphones. Soon I was lulled to sleep by the gentle voices of the fictional, soft-spoken characters. Just before I slipped into the darkness of sleep I wondered if Padfoot was comfortable in the pet section. When I woke up I was being shaken by my mother, who was pointing at James while talking on the phone. I grabbed James and both of our bags, while my parents grabbed theirs. We got off the plane and outside. We called a taxi to pick us up and went to the car dealership. By this time James had woken up and was playing on my phone. They finally left and got into a purple mustang with green stripes on the front. I gently took my phone back and checked the time. It was four thirty. I knew that Disney World wasn’t far and rolled my window down before giving back my phone and taking a nap.

Calliope sat straight up in a cold sweat her shoulder length hair cling to her head, she panted eyes wide in panic. Her hands clasped over her mouth stifling a scream. Calming down from her momentary hysteria and with a deep breath she examine her surrounding pristine blue above her, deep green grass a long with some wild flowers swayed around her. Standing up on wobbly legs she tried to remember where she was but, her mind drawing a blank on anything beyond her name. Walking down a small slope she saw clear body of water.

My bare feet crossed over the double yellow lines of the busy road that divided the parking lot and the bay as I carried my flip-flops in one hand and my phone in the other. The burning sun directed its rays towards my shoulders and I could feel my skin getting hotter by the second. I watched as my family and neighbors began crossing the rickety bridge that led to the dock and just as it had in the car, my mind began to race. I couldn’t help but think of all the shark attacks that had occurred in South Carolina this summer and I avoided going in the ocean the whole vacation because of that. I am absolutely terrified of sharks.

I stared down from the tower I stood upon wondering how someone could build something so tall. It wasn’t as tall as a skyscraper. Although when you’re looking straight down, it seems like a much further drop. I stood there heaving every breath, until from behind me I heard a deep growl. When I turned around, I saw a herd of monsters surrounding me. I would say they looked a bit like really ugly boar about the size of cattle. Except they had black hair and dark yellow eyes. I was at the edge of building now, and if I backed away any further to get away from Them I would fall to my immediate death. When they started edging closer to me, I realize I had no choice and I step off.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Five thirty, blared the most grotesque thing known to man. Slow to rise out of the comfort of my throne, only to stumble into those dirty cold clothes I had been wearing for the previous three weeks. Nearly falling up stairs to find what left-overs were in the fridge. Disappointed, as last night my mother must have been on a cleaning frenzy. The dishes done, tables wiped down, and the fridge picked clean like a vulture scavenged a decaying rabbit in the desert. I guess a Gogurt would have to suffice this morning. Closing the freezer, the light of the oven was on. And then, as if a being hit by a falling boulder, Pizza! Oh the Gods above must have been watching out for me; there were three slices of peperoni pizza left in the box. Five minutes later, with a full stomach, I was out the door and on my way to the most delightful place on the face of planet earth.

I feel the rain pelting down on me as I ran across the faded footpath. I blame myself for not bringing an umbrella even when I was compelled to. I find some place to stand under a bus stop. I stand there shivering as the cold seeps through my skin. My long hair is dripping wet and so are my clothes. I think of calling my mum to pick me up but that’s not what I was here for. I didn’t come all the way here for nothing. I have been waiting for this for a whole year, I can’t possibly back out of this.

When I was venue hunting, I came back to Ash with my favorite venue (Lindenderry) and Ash thought it looked super familiar. Ash forgot he took a picture at Lindenderry (well before he met me) when he was there for a work conference and thought “If I ever get married, this is where I’d love to get married”. Amazing that we both loved the same place.

As I stand in line I have some thoughts about how the heck I got myself into this.I see older adults grouping around me, I can can feel their nervousness inside my veins. Not a single one of the potions looked at all recognizable, but with my attitude nothing seemed like a bad idea.

He laid on his bed, photographs taken out from their albums were scattered out around him. Her smooth warm hands holding gently on his right hand, it just wasn’t the same anymore. He needed to feel her flesh for one more time, her hands, where they belonged, in his. Her scent, so familiar, her dazzling chocolate brown eyes which were the kind that you can look into and get lost within it, her long wavy and golden brown hair that falls brilliantly over her chest and her kissable cherry lips. She was still painted on his mind.

The fresh grass tickled his sticky body as he crushed the living daylights out of them. Beneath the sun’s gaze, he laid still while absorbing the beauty of the outside world. It was perfect.