Realistic Fiction Story

Not far down the road, I had made Anna stop at Bluegrass Creek insisting that we needed to talk. At first she protested, saying that whatever I needed to discuss with her could wait. That, we needed to be on the road because we had half a state to travel if we were going to get to… and that’s when I said, Deerfield, and the surprise of me already knowing where the gathering was had silenced her instantly.

The shimmering sunlight lies on the dusty dirt road. Colorful leaves fall from oak trees as a crisp breeze passes by. I had to win today, no matter what happened. It is 7:30 in the morning and time for the Texas Marathon. I tie my purple laces and jog through the forest until I find my two friends, Maddie and Mackenzie.

His mother had warned of rain. It was in the forecast, she had said in her small, fretting voice. She had urged him to wear his raincoat and to take his umbrella, but he had forgotten the umbrella in the rush of leaving, and how he thought of the five blocks he would have to walk from the Omni station to the Century National Bank, and of the morning crowd that would push against him in its hurried dash through the fine mist of the rain that had begun during the train ride from Decatur.

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

As we headed back there was a problem, the road was closed. We didn’t know what to do, Wily exclaimed “Look there is a sheriff parked by the side of the road let’s ask for directions! Then we headed towards the sheriff’s car. She said “You need to head towards highway I thirty-five”. We grabbed Ivette’s phone hoping that her navigation could take us back to the cabin. There is no signal, should we ask someone else? Let’s get back to the town and ask for directions, Ivette said. So we headed back to the town but all we got was “Highway I thirty-five will take you back to your destination. Being a paper map our only option to head back home, we grabbed one from the restaurant we had dinner that night. As we headed towards the highway everything was fine. It was not a dangerous road and we were relieved to have found the way back to our destination. As the hours passed we started getting a little worried, are we really on the correct road? We started wondering. It seemed like we were going up the mountain and not down the mountain, basically we were

John woke up to his screeching alarm at 5:30, slamming his hand down on the snooze button subsequently. “Fuck”, he bellowed in anger. He arose from his bed and rubbed his eyes as he entered his bathroom. John winced as he turned the bright light on, he grabbed a towel then hopped in his morning shower. He lathered up then rinsed off, doing the same to his hair. He dried off then headed downstairs and poured himself a cup of coffee. He turned on the tv, the news channel was showing live footage of a bus crash on the highway. He let out a snide laugh, “sucks to suck!”

A ground shaking noise going boom, pow throughout the sky sets out a loud and powerful

Starting the dark dreary walk back home, I barely sensed the harsh pounding of raindrops on my forlorn face. Thunder crackled ominously overhead, a tidal wave of mucky water covered the dusty streets. The world seemed to be crashing before my numb, tear-stricken eyes.

We had pulled into a modest cul-de-sac and inched into a plain driveway; my heart was still hurting and my stomach felt so twisted and distorted that I could have thrown up. What was I supposed to suspect? Moving had been nothing more than a usual routine in my life; going to this new home shouldn’t have brought me any discomfort or unfamiliarity. Although moving was a normalcy for me, this change felt more unusual and a lot more sudden than the rest. We spent the whole car ride glancing out of the window watching cars and trees race by, slowly recognizing the partially familiar town of Springville: a city that which we had lived briefly once before. The whole car ride was a big blur that felt like being in a heavy dream-state. Parts of myself

You were walking down the street, hoodie over your head. You quickly looked at everyone on the street, picking out one. You walked to a random girl and told her to follow you, that there was something important. She quickly nodded, following you to a dark, creepy alleyway. You pulled out you're knife and smiled, looking at it. Your gloved hand slipped over her mouth, as you stabbed her in the shoulder. She tried to scream, but it was muffled. You grinned at her pain. You left her on the floor, to die and rot painfully. Suddenly, you bumped into a tall, greenish guy.

Danni contemplated turning around and going only god knows where but before Danni could decide she was yanked out of her thoughts by an abnormally loud horn blaring from a car. Sighing she jerked her bike forward and away from the packed Diner. Danni's figure biked down a wide road, not quite leisurely, for her large backpack hanging off of her back had started to dig into their shoulders, but happy. The girl was happy because of the easy escape, she had left the commotion of the town many times. The girl smiled there was the worn path down to the center of her small town, snaking through the trees to meet the rocky dirt roads. Danni had always loved the buzz of the new, the thrill of the unknown, the seeking of new answers that push her limits.

Brief Summary: This is a book geared for children to start reading during second or third grade. Bill Wallace brings out such manners within this book like sadness, happiness, sillines, and a deep love for others. Kristine has still not recovered from the loss of her beloved horse, Dandy. Kristine is then surprised with a gift from her grandparents for her eleventh birthday, a dog named Mattie. Kristine swears that she will never be able to love a pet again, but how could she say no to such a cute face.

Wow, never saw me doing this, but it has to come out, it has been bubbling away for months and it just has to come out, and I am truly sorry for making you read this.

After he sits with outside with them for a while, Blake sighs unusually loud and says “Alright, I’m ready”

Sweat coursed down Ethan’s arms as he sprinted down the field, bathed in the warm sun. He glanced at the scoreboard, they were tied with only seconds to spare. He knew the fate of this game rested solely on his shoulders, and was determined to come through for his team. He kept his lacrosse stick close to his body and felt the familiar weight of the ball in the pocket. Nimbly Ethan stepped by my defender, switching the stick to his other hand and drove straight to the goal. He lowered his hands, raised his arms, whipped the stick over his shoulders and followed through to the ground with a powerful downstroke. The ball released from the strings and sped through the air, crashing into the top corner of the goal. The goalie never had a chance of stopping it. The whistle blew and suddenly Ethan was hit from every corner by his overjoyed teammates. Through the throng of people he glimpsed the scoreboard, proudly displaying his team’s one goal lead. The lead that he had made with less than ten seconds on the clock.