Wild Creative Writing

Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is

The trees fly by with red, yellow and orange leaves. I feel the brisk wind swirling my hair from right to left. I feel the rocks and pavement underneath my feet. I feel the strength in my thighs. As I run through the woods, I am alone with my thoughts, and I discover peace.

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Grass tickles my bare feet, and the sultry night air caresses my skin as I stand facing the forest. With the moon full and glistening over the dew covered greenery, I am enraptured. The gentle breeze wraps around me like a lovers embrace and I am lost to my surroundings. The nights are beginning to cool with the new season and are a welcomed relief to the waning summer heat.

Loki was by his side in an instant, a shadow hovering over his shoulder. “Enough. Your

The night coats the air with darkness as we arrive. The only light is the warm glow of the headlights piercing through the thick blanket of the night, and the moon gazing down upon us. Click, our headlamps go on. We hop out the car, as a rush of whipping wind engulfs my face. The cold night air flows through the stitching of my clothes stealing the warmth from my body and sending chills down my spine. My friend and I search to find a campsite, like dogs searching for a buried bone. Walking, I can feel the crisp grit of sand shifting beneath my feet and hear the wind flowing like a river through the trees. Down the worn path, we hang our hammocks and start to gather firewood. Sounds of machetes striking branches fill the woods echoing

The sound of the chirping birds awoke me. The smell of the grassy-smelling rain tickled my nose as I pried my heavy eyes open, tired from yesterday’s long day of adventuring. I squirmed out of my cozy sleeping bag, being gentle on my sore back after sleeping on the diamond-hard rock last night. I crawled out of my little compact tent as my stomach growled of hunger. I looked out to the foggy distance where the egg yolk-like sun was rising from behind the bumpy, tree-filled mountains. I gathered my hiking essentials and munched on a protein bar as I started exploring on the wet, slippery trail. Suddenly, I heard a footstep behind me. I turned around, but nothing in particular was there. I kept strolling along, observing the many species wandering

Once Freak and Max started school, a lot of kids were teasing them, saying Max had no brain, and Freak was a midget. My first impression of them, once school started, was that the two were odd, especially considering this was school and they were brave enough to march around a class, with Freak on Max’s shoulders. If I were to be their friend or tease them, I would most likely be their friend. Personally, I enjoy quirky people and these two fall under the category. I would probably find it amusing to see a small, disabled kid riding on top of someone as tall as Max’s shoulders, chanting their “name”, and getting the rest of the class in on it too. Before Freak the Mighty made an appearance, I might have stood up for Max when they were teasing

With my hands trembling with undecided emotions, the barrel of the gun is placed to my skull, sending cold shivers throughout my entire body.

It grows dark and I undo my dark sphere. I can see everything now. I look below and see I have flown over Yuuka's sunflower field. I look up and see the stars. Many gleamed and glittered,

The cold air seeped through her clothes, and she started to shiver. She wandered the streets of her village but didn’t see anything. She was about to give up, when she felt something near her ear and turned around to see what it was. That’s when she saw it: a face right in front of hers. She felt something tugging her forward, and she collapsed on the ground.

*I charge at the man and lunge for an attack* I get him on the ground and start trying to bite his neck. I hear a gunshot go off, and start feeling unstandable pain. “I’ve been shot.” I painfully say. I hear another gunshot go off and all of a sudden It goes

You are mine now~” She coos softly at you, another screaming face stretching the thin substance that made her skin before she absently pushes it back into her form while you watch in horror. You watch helplessly as she turns on the second tube, a translucent colored liquid dripping into your veins and causing you to go numb. She picks up a scalpel, it's metallic tip glinting maliciously in the light as she gives a husky giggle that comes from the large gaping hole where her voice box was exposed to the air. A quick hand movement has the flesh of your stomach splitting open cleanly, blood welling out only to be soaked up by the greedy sponge material of her tongue, a thin layer of slime coating the edges of the flesh wound before probing deeper, between layers of muscle until your stomach split open to reveal your chest cavity and the mirage of colours that were your organs. You squirm uncomfortably, stomach churning at the odd slosh the fluid your organs floated in made as you shift around, causing you to stop fairly quickly. You feel none of this, although you are fairly certain you should be screaming and losing consciousness from pain, but the painkiller she had forced into your veins seems to be fairly powerful. You watch with morbid fascination as she proceeds to cut through the top layers of flesh and muscle of your legs, peeling them away from bone as she licks the blood up and pins the flesh and muscle to the

Clouds blanketed the sky and a brisk wind howled through the leafless branches of elm trees that hugged the road. A car drove past, and the streetlamps were beginning to turn on. I was strolling down the sidewalk, leaves crunching underfoot. My cane tapped the concrete. I buttoned up my suit coat and bent over to pick up my hat as a particularly chilly wind sprouted goose bumps and blew my chapeau of my head. Suddenly, I stopped.

“It seems I have sniffed you out before you did me,” she lets out a charming and wary laugh, “Oh.. I’ve missed you since you left.” Her voice a bittersweet poison i could nearly taste. Her red hair glistens in the man made light of the cave as she circles around me. Red eyes burn into me -fiery, benevolent even- as her scarred hands gently stroke my hair, and for a split second i forget why I 'm here.