Lesson 29 Creative Writing : Short Story

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

"We've gotta get out of here. Fire department will be here soon." Dan said, taking his sister's wrist once more. This time, Katie didn't object, only followed silently as he led her away from the burning house.

“My name is Ada. My mom went missing in action last year, and is most likely dead. I am very nervous about this.” they all went silent including Elizabeth and Kathleen who as Ada noted were very giggly and chatty. The all looked

I open my eyes again after what could have been a life time or no time at all. Blinding light forces them to reshut. I try to open them slowly and squint at my surroundings, but my stinging eyes crave the darkness. “Welcome back,” a different voice says; a woman’s.

“Darlin’, I’m so sorry that happened to you of all people. You are so sweet and kind. It’s just a downright shame.” Fiona reached out to stroke Casey’s trembling hand. “Go ahead and take your time, we have all day if need be. Why don’t you tell me about your daughter? I’m sure she was lovely.”

“Well. like I was telling your Chief, we’re investigating a series of home invasions turn child abductions. They might relate to some child abductions a few years ago and I believe that your John Doe might be one of the victims. He may be able to help us solve this.” I reply while looking directly at Doctor Alba.

Simultaneously, trembling fingers lifted the ski-mask to reveal his face and, with tears of fear and self-pity rolling down his cheeks, Tom Ross gazed into the eyes of the only woman he'd ever loved. "It's me, Tom. He promised if I went along with his plan, that he'd leave you alive. I didn't want you to end up like the others."

“No need to get all ‘cop to the rescue’ here. I just got lost. Isn’t that right Miss…” he said looking at Dr. Flanagan in reminder of what they talked about.

She wanted to help. Then she got scared.” Tears welled in his eyes. “She's a good person.”

“Me. I was one of the detectives who was hired to be a part of the case.” I looked at her with fear. “I could be

“You don’t have to talk. That pale face and haunted look tells me everything I need to know. It’s Joan, isn’t it?”

"They threatened to kill my daughter. It's all my fault. It's all my fault," he blubbers.

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

The way Charlie wriggled on his lap as she kissed Dan's ear reminded him of their very first time 10 years ago. He looked over her shoulder and saw 15 or 20 boys and girls on the beach. They were dragging big bags of what looked like seaweed and carrying wood and gathering rocks.

"I just found out," I sniffle, "that...that Mom had lied about my father. Turns out he died instead of leaving us. He was murdered...by my stalker. She had been lying to me almost my whole life, and I don't know if I can ever trust her again."