Kyler's Short Story

Nearly everybody has thought about writing as a career or a hobby, and it’s simple when you really put the time into it because these skills, like creativity are easy improving skills. Most successful journalists have great creativity and writing skills, especially in the current age when journalists are actually writing award-winning novels, like John Sandford, my father’s favorite author and more famously Mark Twain.

Deej Logan was just like any normal high school girl. She woke up on her first day of school and combed her hair, picked out the “perfect” outfit and headed out the door. What she didn’t know is that after that day nothing would be the same. Nothing that day seemed to be going right. At school drama was swarming all around her, not exactly what she hoped the first day would be like. By the time the last bell of the day rang she was more than happy to get out of that school. She drove home as quickly as she could but as soon as she got home she realized that she had forgotten to pick up her sisters. “Great.” She thought sarcastically as she sat back down in her car and drove off. Just then she pulled out her phone to message one of her friends about her awful day. That one decision changed everything. Before she had a chance to send the message Deej veered off into oncoming traffic and was killed on impact.

He was never happy, he was always sad and down. Anytime someone handed him a drink he waited for them to walk away and he would dump it out. He never wanted to drink alcohol again. Kyle was reminded every so often of what he did. He received letters in the male from the girl’s father. The father would tell Kyle things. He wrote in one of his letters that his daughter loved pancakes and he hoped a killer like him never ate pancakes again. It was a constant reminder for Kyle. Even on the biggest day of his life he didn’t have his family there because it affected his relationship with them. His son said he couldn’t come to his wedding because he had to study finals. His dad was too sick and Kyle thought it would be too much to ask his brothers to come. “The whole wedding party was hers; he was like another guest” (Walter,

Taking another deep breath to help calm his nerves, John folded the letter and sealed it with some sticky tape. With his hands trembling he handed over his most private thoughts to Josie. After they had exchanged letters they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Once John got outside he looked up to the hazy sky and let out a shaky laugh full of relief. Maybe just maybe Josie would be the one to save him before it was too late. He hoped that she would open the letter before graduation and help him put back together the shattered pieces of his life. Because deep down that broken boy wanted to live more than anything in the

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Meanwhile, Kyle, still in Avon Lake was starting to see a ghost. He was driving out of town and was seeing the ghost of the man, Billy Crenshaw, he ran over in the dark, about 20 years ago. It was dark and the road was wet when it happened. Mr. Crenshaw was jogging on the side of the road like always because it was his routine. A car was driving on the wrong side of the road, so Kyle swerved out of the hitting Mr. Crenshaw. Kyle was put in jail, then transferred into a correctional facility, for 5 years and, after, was on probation for a year. Kyle stopped on the side of the road and saw the Mr. Crenshaw’s ghost clearly. Kyle was going after the ghost and it soon left him in front of a bar.

Next to the front door, Noah had propped a backpack up against the wall. From it, he fished out car keys, hissing as they crashed against each other. He packed his car halfway down the block tonight so his mother wouldn’t hear it as it scuffled down the driveway, see the headlights as he sped off. He shouldered the backpack, readjusting his balance as the weight shook him back and forth. He sent another glance towards upstairs, to his mother’s bedroom. She would hate him for this. She would destroy him for this.

Malloy is so excited to be fully part of the Beta Gamma Pi she believed that her life couldn’t get worse because she has a happy and proud mom and a lot of girl that are part the sorority and they treat her like a sister. A loving father and a loving boyfriend that is in the NFL. Malloy woke up on a bright monday morning by a phone call. The person on the phone was her boyfriend ex-girlfriend, and ex-baby mommy Sharon calling to hang out because they didn't have school in the morning. Malloy said okay because Sharon and her made up and Sharon finally understand that Kade don’t want her and started getting ready while getting ready there is a knock at the door and it’s her boyfriend Kade she so excited and hug him. During their hug she she smell a flower perfume on him but he decide not to jump to conclusion. She told Kade she was hanging out with Sharon and he said okay and kis her and she taste and smell strawberry on his lip. After he was gone she went back to getting ready but she couldn’t stop think about how Kade smell like he been with another girl. Arriving at the store that Sharon text her to meet her there she step out the car and saw Sharon in her car texting some that started with a ‘K’ but she didn’t see anything after that so she knocked on the window and Sharon jump like she was hiding something. Stepping out the car Sharon put her phone in her bag and brought it with her then she gave me a hug and i could smell

He was playing keep-it-up with a soccer ball, occasionally shooting a goal across the empty field. Retrieving the ball, he would start again. She didn’t realize she’d been staring until he looked at her. He was wearing swim goggles, yellow shorts and a blue shirt with a big star on the front. She was about to turn and leave when he broke out into a wide smile and waved at her. Her umbrella clattered to the pavement. She hopped the fence. It wasn’t that big of a deal; she’d done it before and it was just a five foot drop on the other side. When she looked up after landing he looked like he just saw her do the most amazing feet of gymnastics ever seen outside of the olympics. Pulling her hair into a small ponytail, she ran across the wet field, dodging puddles. By the time she reached him, he’d finally picked his jaw up off the ground and big goofy grin spread across his face. The ball was lying mostly forgotten by her feet, so she kicked it over to him. Not hesitantly, but slow enough to make sure he wouldn’t be surprised. He kicked it back. They went back and forth a bit, then he caught the ball with the toe of his sneaker and flicked it so the ball bounced off his knee, then kicked it back to

Riley felt emotional while reading the letter from Roger. He didn’t know Roger could write an average letter for a young man who hasn’t been to school for about 2 years now. When Riley and Roger went to the same school back at Kennedy High School, they both had the same english class for all four of their years their. Roger wasn’t the best at english but on the other hand, Riley was fantastic at it. He was one of the top students every year in the class. But somehow, Roger would always end up in the same class level with Riley. Riley remembers when one time when every student had to write out a ten thousand word novel for the class. This novel was the final for that semester. Students were chosen to read a paragraph from their novel in front

As my clammy hands were resting on my uncontrollably shaking legs, I was patiently waiting for someone to come out and tell me how Cierra was doing. What started off as a normal twelve year old sleepover, turned into a trip to the emergency room in a split second.

"I am so pitiful about this." That is the manner by which I responded to the news and imparted it to a few companions. Another youngster, which now makes three, has kicked the bucket since I stayed outdoors with them on Opportunity Court in Washington, D.C. in the fall of 2011. Every one of the three passed on much sooner than their time, in bizarre and sudden ways. Every one of them were so propelled, so brimming with life and such an essential piece of our group. It is difficult to trust it has happened once more.

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This morning was a rough one! I attempted to bring Jayden to school today, however once we reached the doors he was in tears and wouldn't go inside the building. He ended up running all the way back to the car at which point I caught up with him and he got sick...all over me. I'm assuming that this was brought on by nerves and I now feel like a horrible parent! Beginning last week Jayden had expressed several concerns to me regarding Mrs. Thill. This continued throughout the week and over the weekend. I didn't think too much of it because it was my understanding that he had just started spending time with this teacher and perhaps he needed some time to adjust to her rules and expectations. I had planned on messaging you today regarding this issue (even before the incident this morning) so we could figure out what is going on and resolve any problems.

Cree said she did whatever the “thing” was, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what she said about me being one of “them”. One of what I thought I’m so confused I mean I’m just an ordinary kid right? Maybe not. Cree’s hand slipped from mine because of the arguing everyone was doing and I wanted to shut it all out and run but first I had to know what Cree ment. “Cree what do you mean I’m one of you?” she looked at me and said “You’re a caster like me and Emmie”. “What’s that?” I asked. “Someone with power to do a lot of things a normal person can’t.” “ Yeah powers someone should earn like the rest of us not be given for free Cree.” Emmie said. By then everyone wanted nothing to do with each