Creative Writing: The Call

Suicide mention near the end of the story, please do not read if you are not ok with things like that.

Maria and her parents were sitting in their dining room eating breakfast. Papa was reading the newspaper and Mama was pouring coffee. When suddenly there were loud cries coming from the far end of the ghetto where they lived. “Ghettos are small segregated areas of the city where most Jews lived” (Anderson). Followed by screams and shouts in a language that Maria was unfamiliar with. Then, a loud, hard knock came from the door. Papa jumped out of his chair and hurried to it. Maria went to stand with him, but Mama pulled her into the kitchen. Maria peered around the corner watching as her father opened the door. Just as fast as the Sunday morning light peeked through the tiny crack between the door and the frame, it was blocked. Maria watched in horror as men in worn, dark uniforms came bursting into her house knocking Papa onto the floor.

This is the story of a girl who was betrayed by both her mother and her father. Those children who grow up with both parents in the household are truly lucky, that is a small blessing that should not be taken for granted. Let me start by introducing the heroine of this sad tale, her name is Che’Tara and she was sixteen years of age at the time of the incident. Being sixteen she faced all the problems that any sophmore in highschool faced, but her problems extended past those four walls. Having just recently overcame a gastrointestinal problem she was attempting to reach a proper weight so she could attempt to be healthy, but it was hard when she had no desire to eat and barley even wanted to go home each day. You see, she had problems at home. Her mother's girlfriend would cuss at her and threaten her, needless to say, she faced verbal and mental abuse and danced with pysical abuse. Stripped of her self esteem and made to believe that she was nothing more than a waste of space, she didn't believe that there was anything else that could be taken from her - oh how she was wrong. Sunday November 24, 2013 was the day that would change her life forever.

He soaps himself thoroughly, washes his hair twice, and holds his face under the water a long time, eyes closed, feeling like there was something he meant to feel now.

A year had already passed since then, but I couldn’t help but be drawn towards those shoes. The closer I got to them the more familiar they seemed. The scuff marks on the sides of the shoe peaked through strands of the woman’s hair, and a surge of nostalgia flowed through me as I saw them. I remembered Leila’s endeavors at Six Flags that resulted in similar bruisings on her shoes. An icy breeze whisked away the woman’s hair to reveal an engraving on the side of the shoe. It was of a speckled flower, the same one Leila had drawn on. She said the speckles were tiny flaws in the seemingly perfect rose. As soon as I saw it I knew they were hers. I couldn’t fathom the fact that I arbitrarily found them over a year after she went missing. I needed those shoes, but I they belonged to the woman. I gingerly shook the woman awake and she slowly opened her eyes. I was surprised she could even sleep through the noise of the city. She arose with a vexed expression and stared at me with cold eyes. After a few moments she processed her environment. I was bent forward and had a hand already inching towards her shoes, she got the impression that I wanted to steal them- I guess I did want to. In response, the old woman shrieked and her lament attracted the attention of nearby pedestrians. My attempts to calm her down were futile as she began to fling her possessions at me. I didn’t want to have to steal them, but it was my only option. She reached for her red blanket to chuck at me, which I

About ten years ago in our town of Hampton, there was a disappearance of a girl named Amy. The last time she was seen was her room as she was going to bed. The next morning, she was gone. All police could find of her was a small note written by someone else that said “the caves”. After a thorough investigation that lasted several months, the police gave up. It appeared that the mystery would never be solved. But (intro) It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs,”it’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came down to pick the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. As I opened the door, Jackie was very eager to explain to me what she found. Her dad worked at the police station, and when he was driving her car to be fixed, he had to stop at the police station for something. She came in with him, and as they were on the way out, she saw a police file poking out that she said could lead to what happened to Amy. Jackie was a close friend of mine since elementary school, and was always a curious, friendly, sometimes reckless person. She

“HURRY UP!” I yelled across the street at Diana as she’s running down the street, barefoot, while I wait for her on the other side of road. We’re going off to the local supermarket to purchase the ingredients needed to make pumpkin bread.

On a bright sunny day in the middle of summer, I woke up wrapped in my warm fluffy blanket with a dog. With my mom saying, “Austin wake up your cousin will be coming visiting us.”

I slowly opened the door of our cottage, being careful not to awake Mama. I looked across the stone road and saw the door of Ciara’s cottage slowly open. We meet eyes and join in the middle of our stone path as we start heading towards the village. Everything is quiet this early in the morning, and we don’t wish to disturb that silence, so we are quiet. She looks into my eyes again and starts moving a little quicker, into almost a gallop and turns to face me.

This is what Allen's eyes must've looked like when Mana.... No he couldn't feel sorry for himself right now. He had a friend who needed him! Allen managed to push Lavi through the door of sickbay and they

I come in the front door, into the kitchen and I see my beautiful, glowing fiancée making supper.

I’m sitting here in this dusty old room with nothing to do but wait. The past hour has gone by in a blur. One minute I was at the store, the next I ended up here.

“Not it” we all get to our right knee and put our finger on our nose trying not to be last. I didn’t want to be it but I didn’t want to get dirt all over my knee, It was worth it though. We all immediately point to Tessa because she was obviously last (like always). She is also the fastest one and we can never outrun her.

I’ll never forget the day my voice was unheard. I was a very timid kid with a fear of public speaking and afraid to give my opinion. I have always kept to myself. People have never listened to me, and it was probably because my voice was very low or they didn’t really care what I had to say. I always thought kids were going to laugh at me for speaking nonsense. However, that all changed with a robbery.

The year is 4017, 9 years since the apocalypse began. The need for essential resources was becoming more and more necessary. People everywhere were becoming more and more violent as the days went on. Grocery stores were no longer stocked, jobs were no longer existeda thing, schools were no longer in session, and people were no longer had friends nor family. No one could support a family. People couldn’t trust their own families. Just a week ago, a 9-year-old girl killed her whole family by stabbing them 7 times just to have the last can of beans they had to herself. It was every man for themselves now. Everything in the world had changed, all technology was practically gone, most animals had been killed or mutated. The only thing that stayed the same was a single military base. The base had food, water, electricity, animals, and medicine. It wasThe only truly civilized place left. Many journeyed to the military base. It was located in what used to be Arizona. The only way you could get to it was if you made it across the booby-trapped terrain guarding its entrance. However, even if you made it through the traps, the guards could deny you access, that is if you didn’t have the materials the base needed. Now that you know the information, I’ll tell you about the protagonist and his story.