Red Trails-Original Writing

In late May during the wee hours of the morning a rapid knock at the door woke Anna from another horrible nightmare. She sat straight swimming in her bed, crying, and drowning in the torrent of blankets. Suddenly there was a second knock, but before she could completely rub the sleep from her eyes the door was opened and in stepped a very thin, tall stranger with soft curly dark brown hair and golden eyes hidden behind spectacles.

1/2 hours later, 15 year old Brenton Butler is arrested by Jacksonville police. Everything was against him he is identified by the only witness, Mr Stephens (Mrs. Stephens husband). For the investigators and the media who cover the story, it is just another messed up kid, just another wasted life. But when the case for the defense comes into the hands the lawyers, the story comes to be quite so usual. The boy states that he is innocent. He has bruises on his face. He tells that the detectives & officers beat him up and forced him to a confession out of him. & the one who hit the hardest is a certain Glover, Sheriff of Jacksonville. Everyone police, media and public opinion is ready to sentence Brenton Butler, but Patrick McGuinness begins a battle to restore his client's rights and to point an accusing finger at those he considers to be the real culprits detectives Williams, Glover and

A young girl skips playfully through the desolate streets of a snowy town and turns into a narrow cobbled alleyway. Noticing a large chalkboard, with countless names of different children, she decides to write her name, “Alma”, right in the middle of the board. Suddenly, hearing an odd clicking sound, she turns around to see a doll that looks exactly like her, in the window of the shop across the street. Alma curiously approaches the shop and stares at the figurine. Glancing down at her clothes, she realizes the figure was wearing an outfit that was identical to her attire. As Alma looks up, the doll disappears.

As a five year old girl draws a picture for her grandma in her kindergarten class, a sweaty older man bursts in. Her teacher shrills and covers the kid standing next to her. She begs screaming, “Please don’t hurt the childr…”, but with one pull of the trigger both the teacher and the student fall. The man’s eyes examined the child’s classroom. He lifts up his gun and shoots down the line of students like it was a carnival game. The little girl envisioned her grandma reaching her arms out to help her off the bus, but before she could reach her, everything went dark. The portrait of her grandma was splattered in red and the little girl laid beside it, dead.

December is here. The family gathering is approaching. Living on a tropical Island, in the countryside waking up with the aroma of coffee in a nice breezy morning, the noise of the chicken, dogs barking, pigs, and horses on the top of the mountain is normal. But it is December 20th and there is an irregular noise outside, and when Juan walks outside he sees an old man wearing a big hat, boots, and farm clothing, his face and body was covered with blood and hair, but also there was a strong smell outside. That was when he notice the old man was killing pigs in a nice sunny morning. You can hear the pig crying, you can see blood everywhere not only on the old man, but there were big blood splashes in the floor, and the steam of

The story takes place in London, with a young man named Richard Mayhew. Richard is an individual with a good heart, beautiful fiancé, and an overall normal life. He and his fiancé, named Jessica, were rushing towards a very important dinner with Mr. Stockton, a corporate entity and Jessica’s boss, but Richard stumbles by a little girl bleeding on a London sidewalk. The girl bloodied girl spits out desperately that she cannot be taken to any hospital. Richard feeling drawn to the stranger picks up the doll-like body, feeling the blood soaking into his shirt, to care for her at his apartment. The situation is tense, because Jessica’s dinner is very important as well. This situation escalates to the

There was so much blood, but I knew my main focus was to keep him awake. He kept saying, “Mommy can we go inside? I want to go to sleep”, “No baby we have to wait out here for the ambulance. They have to take you to the hospital”, I replied. I started asking him questions about the party, trying to keep him engaged and awake. My eyes ran over his body. He had been dragged twenty-eight feet on the pavement. The right side of his torso was covered in road rash. Pebbles were imbedded in his armpit. The left side of his scalp had been peeled back to the back of his head, exposing his skull exposed. I started to ask questions about what happened. One of the parents explained that an eleven year old and twelve year old were driving the golf cart. When the child hit Kody, instead of stopping he accelerated. Kody’s body folded and he was dragged down the street. One of the fathers were finally able to get the boy to stop and that’s when the other fathers came to pick the golf cart

Brittany was watching Netflix on her couch, while her parents were at work. She felt a burning sensation in her throat-- Thirst. So she went to her kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. As she was pouring the water into the glass she saw an old damaged car driving across the bumpy road. She never saw that car in the neighborhood. A few seconds later Brittany heard a weird knock that she has never heard before. She thought that it was her parents but no. It wasn’t.

(Audience: please consider your personal thoughts as valid interpretation for rendering any achievable verdict to this horror tale found in any small town U.S. of A, thank you.)

Many people were going missing, most recent the parents of a girl named Eren. The town adopted her as a whole, but she stayed at an orphanage. She could be found in the old library, silently sitting, only making sound to flip a page. On a chilly October evening, she was scanning the books with her eyes, when a small red book peaked her interest. As she dragged her fingers down the spine of the book, it smelled of dust, she slowly opened it to the first page. She gasped and shut it when she heard footsteps and soft giggling. Eren sighed deeply, but a small smile crept on her lips, it was only her friends trying to scare her for the millionth time.

One night, a creepy giggle awakened her. Confused, Christina rubbed her eyes. The ominous snicker resounded. Christina slowly sat up. She looked outside her window. No cars were roaming the street. The night was cold and the moon glowed an eerie yellow. It’s probably just the neighbors’ newborn infant, Christina thought, Infants

DNA or the fingerprint was discovered in 1984 by Alec Jeffreys. One of the good thing about DNA is that it can lead the investigators to the right suspect for the crime. The DNA proves who the suspect with fingerprints

Imagine you are driving down the highway on a warm summer day. It’s nice outside, your window is rolled down, the wind is blowing in your hair, and your sibling is in the passenger seat. In mid-thought, you slam on your brakes and swerve to miss a deer. Your car goes down the hill and hits a tree. No one is around. You check on your brother, he looks unconscious. You are okay, but have a few minor scrapes and bruises. You dial 911, hoping that maybe they could understand what you were saying. You leave your phone on in case they can track your location. When you start walking up the hill, a car pulls off to the side of the road. The person jumps out of the car and runs up to you, appearing very concerned. When you try signing to the girl, she does not understand what you are saying to her. This could very well be a situation that happens in real life. If the person who would have found you and your sibling would have known American Sign Language, they might have been able to help you out in a crisis like this. In society today, we have to be able to communicate with people about anything and everything we do (Kivett). Learning American Sign Language, or ASL, will help every individual that learns it. In order to determine why there is a problem with very few signers, we have to investigate why people don’t want to learn the language, what problems that creates, and what we can do to create solutions to help everyone as a whole.

Once there was a girl named Luna. Luna was a girl in the 1960’s who was given a designer teddy bear. Luna was very attached to this teddy bear and took it everywhere. However, she was an orphan girl and she had no care for anyone. Her life was hard and she wished she didn’t have to live in this life. Only two weeks later, something tragic had happened, that no one saw coming. A girl was reported sleepwalking and had knocked over a candle and set the orphanage on fire during the night.

On a snowy night, on a cliff by the sea, a young boy discovered a little girl with glowing red hair buried underneath the snow by the village’s farm. He had been playing around the animal pens when he suddenly noticed a glowing patch of snow. The young boy felt a certain radiance, which was comparable to the warmth of a campfire, as he drew closer to it. After digging the snow covering the source of this glow, he found her in a comatose state. Nearly 2 months after the discovery, the girl opened her eyes to see the young boy sitting on a chair beside her bed. As fast as he could, the young boy rain to find the village chief to inform him about the girl’s awakening. Once they arrived back at the young boy’s house, where the girl had been kindly taken in, they were welcomed by the smiling young girl with the glowing red hair. With a nervous tone, the young boy stated his name, Alex, and greeted the young girl as well with a smile. After the three of them conversed, a couple of things were found out about the girl: the young girl’s name was Kiki, she had no recollection of anything besides her name and the fact that she fainted from exhaustion on the night she was found. Kiki was told during their conversation that the village they resided in was known as Azrael, that Alex was of the same age of the young girl, and that the village chief’s name was Dean. The young girl stayed in Alex’s home and began to assimilate with his family. Alex usually would try to talk to the young