Short Story : Creative Writing

“Yeah, it was his plan. He was pretty good at crimes and things like that. I didn’t know he was going to catch me though. I thought he just wanted to meet for the fun of it.”

“Damn, I’m sorry, mate. I had no idea. And I don’t know how you kept it from me.”

“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. 

“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.”

“Then we can get our swimming suits on and go to the pool!” Jessa said lively.

“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.”

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

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 lock made a loud click when it was turned, and swung open to invite the guests into its seemingly beautiful house. The room was dimly lit and awfully quiet. It gave off an eerie essence, as no one else was walking about the house except a pair of footsteps that was making it's way from the stairs on the third floor. Mason looked around unfamiliar surroundings. The walls were lined with velvet tapestry, and the floors were covered in a blood red carpet. The stairs were made of fine oak,

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

whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”

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

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

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.