Essay on Original Writing: Short Story

In the woods when the sun was just starting to set, there was a van driving on a long-abandoned road, behind the wheel of said van was a tired looking girl who seemed to be about 19. She took a sip of the long cold coffee, and turned to the turquoise haired girl sitting next to her.

Abruptly and unexplainably, I was suddenly awoken from an exhaustive sleep. But, I don’t know how I was awoken. There was not a touch or sound. Just silence in the middle of the night. But, there I was; as awake and coherent as you are as you read this. I snapped up in bed, to a sitting position. There was an unexpected illuminating glow in the room. Everything was visible; the bed stand with the pink rose covered lamp. The tan overstuffed chair next to the bed with my blue flannel robe draped over the back. I could see everything clearly. I wasn’t startled, I felt surprisingly calm; at peace. As I glanced at the foot of my bed, he stood looking longingly into my soul.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Kaira said, “Hey want to go shopping for some new outfits before you start school tomorrow? As a celebration for you waking up?”

I was doing it again, but I couldn’t help it. Even since I found out I could evade my bedtime by claiming I had to use the bathroom, I would stay in there for hours, reading a book that I found could not wait until tomorrow. So there I was, sitting on the toilet with the lid clamped shut. A book was in my hands, it was slightly hard to read because my hair would cascade around my hunched over form and block the florescent light. I carried on reading, occasionally tossing my hair around when it became too much of nuisance.

There was a girl named Kandy, she was 15 years old. Her life was extremely boring, all she ever did was go to school, go on her computer, eat and sleep. She spent all summer on her computer. She was really good with HTML and spent her free time making web sites. Kandy didn't have many friends and rarely talked to guys because she was shy and unconfident about her looks. That's why she went into chat rooms. She made a web site with pictures of herself on it and told people in chat rooms to go there. A lot of people would tell her how pretty she was and some would say she was ugly. That made her feel awful. When anyone would say anything nice to her, she wouldn't believe them and think that they were just making fun of her. She only had

A small, fifteen-year-old boy huddled in a dingy alleyway in the heart of Manhattan. Never mind that it was almost Christmas; all he was really aware of was the bitter cold. He dreaded this time of year for that exact reason. Plus, the homeless shelters were fuller now than at any other time, so he had no hope of finding refuge there.

Yep, yeahs, and ah-huhs were all replied back to her, but when Peggy took notice of what Zack sounded like, her gray eyes shifted firmly to him and then bulged from out her head. “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?”

You stay here,” Ken ordered the other dog and rushed into the yard to check on Margaret. “Smoky, you stop that and come over here,” he called out several times before the dog bowed his head and went to him.

Hiding behind fallen hair, she rubbed her palms against her jeans (Jacob and Emma both changed into more inconspicuous clothing).

Short Story Imagine an office building, decrepit, run down and looted, windows broken and entire floors ransacked. The top level was a burnt out shell. Snow was falling heavily here, forming drifts on the ashes. A road, pot holed and worn, skirted around two sides of the derelict. It headed towards a car park where half a dozen burnt out cars sat alone, rusting quietly and gathering snow.

Her piercing scream reaches me when I get to my house front door. The family room darkens; the air thickens.

It was the night of the heaviest fall rains; water flooded the earth. Deep in the Montana Sawtooth Range, a young boy was born to the Kinakii (Kih- nA- key) Tribe. He was taken to Chief Mikanahay for tribal inspection. With all newborns, the tribe makes sure the right healthy genes present themselves to ensure the future of the clan. Chief Mikanahay noticed strange bands wrapped around the boy's right arm. “Get me Shakalm,” ordered the chief! Shakalm, the medicine man, came stumbling in drenched head to toe; his deer skin matted tight against his body.

I looked and saw that the shadows were gone and I was standing in victorious. I looked at my new powers with pleasure. I started to shoot fire balls in the air. It was an incredible feeling inside me. I turned around and the smile on my face disappeared. I realized the place I was at was gone. I was somewhere else, but not somewhere I wanted to be. All I saw was fire all around me burning houses and trees. I felt panic in me and I began to run, but when I ran I began to feel like I was suffocating. I stopped and took a breather.

Short Story A cold Tuesday morning in November DCI Evans is on his way to work pondering on what the day will bring. he enters his office when a colleague opens his door and asks. "James do you want a coffee?" the detective replies "Yes sure thanks" his colleague leaves.

Beep! Beep! Be- “uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhgg” Why do I have to do this. I know my way around the house already. I mean I’ll stay out of the areas that I’m afraid that child-killing maniacs are camping out in. I just wanna stay home, be with mom. Anything but New Mexico with Nana and Papa. Plus I don’t even know anybody in town so it’s not like anyone’s trying to break into our own house.