Creative Writing: The Revival

I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.

I play football here at ULM and we have been in our fall camp for the last 23 days. It is a mental, physical, and emotional strain and tensions are running high. One day early on in camp we were out in the blistering heat practicing. We were almost finished when we called a screen pass and I was going to be the main blocker for the play and if I messed up it wouldn't work. Then as soon as the ball was snapped I stepped with the wrong foot first. This slowed me down and the defender was able to clobber our receiver behind the line of scrimmage. My position coach, Coach Clark, immediately ran over yelling, "What are you doing? Where is the direction you can't lose your man on that play?" I knew what I had done wrong, "I can't let him get up the

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

My hands were covered in blood.. It was only a matter of time till they caught me.. I could hear the roaring of the wind. The heavy breathing coming from my own chest.. My stomach ached in pain. I could feel the tears beginning to escape from my eyes...

“Number 13660, please come forward,” said the guard taking roll call in our unit. “You have mail.”

A shot was fired, and the man in the car yelled for the old lady to run across the street. She would be safe there. Another shot was fired, and before the old woman’s body could react, she was dead. His ears were ringing from the first gunshot which hit the vehicle armor. There was a loud thud after the second pop or gunshot which was the woman’s head hitting the sidewalk. It was the worst noise he had ever heard. The man was used to seeing war horrors and hearing gunshots all the time, but this death really took its toll on him. But he knew the sniper was still alive, out there, watching him. The sniper could see the man, but the man could not see the sniper and nothing would stop him from killing his target. The man was completely caught off guard, when another gun fired, but this time it was from the opposite street, at the top of the

You are driving back to your home in a cream colored Rolls Royce after a hard day at work. You can’t wait to go home, to see your beautiful wife and your lovable kids. As you cruise down the road, your headlights illuminate the pitch black dark of the night. You pass enormous skyscrapers that reach for the sky then, you have to stop at a red stoplight that glows in a bright lava red color. As you wait for the light to turn green, a tall man in a black trench coat and with black sunglasses that blends in with the night, smashes the driver’s side window of your car. The unknown stranger reaches his hand in and unlocks the door from the inside. As soon as you undo your seat belt to try to make run for it, the stranger opens the door and drags you out onto the

Willsons body dropped to the ground while the ringing sound of the shot fired echoed in my ears. i stood there afraid and stunned. I had never seen someone get shot before. all i could do was look over his dying body while the blood came running out and started to surround my white vans . soon enough i was standing in pool of his blood feeling sick to my stomach on the verge of vomiting.

We drive up to the gate and Danny sticks his hand out and touches his thumb to a screen. Suddenly, the gate opens, and we pull into a parking spot with a sign that says NEW DELIVERIES and an arrow pointing to a garage door. Danny unlocks the car. I consider making a run for it, but after looking around at the fence and the guards in the towers above it, I rule out that option. Here I am, this is what I get. Being a writer I just keep thinking about what a great story this will make if I ever escape. Hell, I don’t even know where I’m going. Now I know what Mr. Kline meant when he said that God forbid these people know who I am or what I’m up to. I look at Danny who is talking to a man in a suit, probably telling him how I got there. I’m just awkwardly standing next to the taxi awaiting my next order. The man in the suit begins to approach me with Danny following behind him. Danny gets in the cab and drives away. The man in the suit puts his hand on my shoulder. We lock

Change can be the most significant aspect of a person's life, but it can also be the most frightening. When we encounter a location or a person that has been transformed, we are hopeful, but also fearful, to encounter the toll the change has had on them. In the short stories titled "The Return" and "A Marker on the Side of a Boat" the protagonists are absent from a location that is significant to them. Upon their returns, they are disappointed to find that change has swept away everything they used to know. Both protagonists in the stories have their hopes destroyed by the reality that everything is different than the way it was before.

As we're driving along the road we see no cars. It seemed the more we were driving the less cars there were. As I see a sight one the road for a little gas station with the name of Mary's gas station and variety store I know we have to stop. Not only because ally had to pee but we badly needed gas now otherwise we would never make it to Freeport. As we ease into the gas station on the slick abandoned road I pull up to one of there two gas pumps. It seemed as though no one has ever been here I look over at David and as to bring ally in to the bathrooms wile I pay. He agrees and I feel as though me and David are booth a little creeped out on how abandoned this gas station is. Grabbing my black leather purse out of back seat I put it in my lap. Digging though pens, makeup, papers,etc I can't find my brown and pink wallet. Getting worried and stressed about the possibilities of I don't find my wallet I try and calm down. I run into the gas station as I see ally's already in the I see David standing by a door with a dim light over the door. I open the clear dirty door as i makes a ginormous creek noise. When I first walk in there's one guy at the counter seems to be in his 40s and smokes. This man really fits his job by him looking one minute away from death. Standing in front of David I ask if he has any money on him he shakes his head wile apologizing. I had to think of something to do so I went up to the man with no joy telling him my situation. The man nods and replays “ I will give you a full tank of gas... if you bring me with you” as I have to honestly consider it I knew it wasn't right but it was the only choice I had so I agreed I was very unsure the plans for when we got there but I desperately needed gas. He pushes the bottoms on his computer making clicking noises and then looks up at me and says we should be good and grabs his coat. I look at David and ally

Leaving my automotive class, I remember the clear night sky filled with stars, the air cool and crisp, little did I know my journey home would be far from route. Making the right hand turn driving down the street like I’ve done at least a thousand times before. Both sides of the street littered with an assortment of cars, vans, and other vehicles, so passing was difficult, if not impossible. Stalking up behind a white Ford Explorer Sports Trac that was stopped in the middle of the street, like a panther in the jungle night hunting in my blacked out 2003 Jaguar S-type R and I tell you when I bought it for my wife this car was very sexy. Ok, now back to the story, stopped in this blockade of vehicles, I was thinking ok, maybe it’s an elderly

I saw a motorcyclist in my left side mirror as my head whipped forward. A white pickup truck, with an ad for sewers on the side, spun from the carpool lane. It crossed all six lanes. Cars dodged the vehicle, swerving into other lanes. A green Volkswagen Beetle barely squeezed in front of us and a low riding Camaro proceeded to move behind. My car was trapped. My peripheral vision stayed fixed on the Harley which was mere inches from being taken out by every vehicle in the carpool and fast-lane. People were too close. Way too close. Tires screeched and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air as black tire tracks formed on the ground. The girl driving behind me had blue eyes. Panicked blue eyes. She was going to hit me. I instinctively put my car in neutral, cut behind the cars in the two lanes on the right, and took off in fourth gear to create a greater distance between my car and the inevitable disaster. I breathed in deeply. My hands trembled. It felt as if I had an insane amount of coffee.

He pressed the trigger and at that moment I thought I was dead I really truly did . I never thought he 'd dare to do it but he did . I felt like I was worthless to him and he didn 't care about me at all . Thankfully he missed , or today would 've been my last day but I know that this will forever haunt me . I was shaking I couldn 't sit still but I was so thankful to the fact that I didn 't get hurt . He then heaved a heavy sigh and went away with the gun . I really truly believe in that “ A proud heart can survive a general failure , such a failure does not prick its pride “ pg.24-25

I was still not very convinced to do it but there I was, one step away from the wagon that would decide my future for the next five minutes .My body was frozen and the lady with the “are you getting in or not” face was looking at me straight into my eyes, crossing my frighten soul. I sat and quickly felt the push on the car. As it started to move I realized it was going up too soon, I forced my eyes to not open but it was too late, my eyes were as wide as an owl’s. I couldn’t see the