Short Story : Creative Writing

“We have been in this plane for 2 hours,” Braden moaned. “Are we gonna get there anytime soon?”

“No... not technically, anyway. I found him on the outskirts of my hometown and took him in as my own. In times like these, thinking selfishly is not an option.”

“You’re coming with me to Gathering Day the day after tomorrow, right?” asked Gwaine, kicking his feet up on the dining table, resting his hands behind his head, appearing relaxed after his evening snack of ham and

“Not that I know of but if you’d look here, the prints lead away into the bushes, so it was most likely just a wolf of stray dog.” Charlie covered his mouth and nose with his shirt before moving on. “Although I doubt that a dog is able to do something like that. You may not want to breathe without protection for a little bit.”

“Lets check it out,” Randy said. The boys started walking down one of the long corridors and saw all the shops. They went in an Apple Store. 

I put on my dress and look in the mirror. Hm I'm not sure I like it, I'll

One day, I woke up to find myself staring at a dark, dreary, and wet cave ceiling. "Ugh, Cira, how did you get here...." I said to myself. A drop of water fell straight onto my face, so I decided to get out of this cave. Cold and wet, I tried to find my way home, but my silky dress kept getting caught on pointy rocks. "Stupid rocks," I murmured under my breath. As I finally got my dress unstuck, I heard a loud scream. "Oh no...." I thought. "Not Liberty again..." Liberty Sword was a mad scientist. She was my best friend until I accidentally turned the potion she was working on into a cat. She screamed and yelled at me and said she had been working on it for nearly two years. Liberty told me to get out and to never come near her again and we were sworn enemies and blah, blah, blah. Now she liked to experiment on other people and monsters.

“No, but I reckon he’s probably gone mad rotting in that cell. I know he was mean but I never knew that he would go as far as murdering his own mother.” He paused, obviously not catching on to what she was trying to

“It's normal, if they did not find your corpses. They did not even know if you were in the castle.”

"Yeah," Hayden replied, reaching towards the door to unlock his front door, his hands trembling in fear.

“Just having a quiet night in. Alice is at work so I get the remote all to myself.”

Taking another look at the sky Pete turned to walk into the barn leaving the outside doors open.

There she goes again. Mother can’t ever mind her own business, Seriously will it kill her to just leave her thoughts to herself. Little Mike came up tugging at her sleeve, his soft little fingers grasping at the cloth, a pull then another. “Yes sweetheart.” Mike looked at her, his finger pointed forwards, just at the edge of my vision. “It’s our turn now mommy.” She looked up; Mike quickly ran forward. “Woah slow down buddy, you can’t walk away by yourself.” Mike came to a sudden stop;he turned to look at her. “But dad lets me walk to the playground by myself. I’m not a little kid, i’m a gentlemen” I looked at him, eyes twinkling. “Well Mr. Michael it seems to be our turn so may you escort this fair maiden onwards.”

Alexander munched on a hobnob as he told them what to do. 'I need you to talk to Catkin. You must tell him he’ll be rescued soon. Just a few more hours. But before that, he must spy for us around Seashell Bay; the village, the harbour, the houses, the people. Tell him to watch out and not get caught. He is vital to our mission!' He wrote the word VITAL in block capitals on the chalkboard and underlined it several times.

THE YELLOW RAYS OF THE SUN POUNDED THROUGH THE DIRTY WINDOWS IN THE 1996 SUBARU LEGACY. Her choppy black hair was sprawled against a crumpled up blanket in the backseat of her family's old car from the 2000s. A holey sheet covered her sweat soaked chest as she blinked at the roof of the car. It was covered in old stains from when she and her little sister were children. There was dried chocolate milk dotting the fabric, reminding her of how they were fighting over the small carton of dairy.