Creative Story : A Short Story

I leaned into him while Kimmie leaned back on me and Addison on the other side of Val. About halfway through the movie I looked over to see that both the girls had fallen asleep. I laid my head down on Val's shoulder and quickly fell asleep as well. I was woken up to the door opening. I looked over to see Maks walking in. "What are you doing here?" He asked Val. "He's helping me with the girls, since you can't seem to be here for them," I sassed. "P, it's fine I can leave," Val said. "No no no you actually do something while your douche of a brother is never home," I said. "Excuse me. You're the one who married me and I'm the father of your daughters," he yelled. "Well you're their father but you don't act like a dad," I yelled back. "Momma," Addison sobbed as she woke up. "Baby," I said pulling her into a hug as she cried on my shoulder. Maks came over and rubbed her back but she snuggled into me and tried to get away from him. "Uncle Val?" Kimmie said as she woke up. "What's up buttercup," he said picking her up. "Why papa here?" She asked. "He lives here," Val explained. "Oh he no move?" Kimmie asked. "No baby girl," I cut in. I shot Maks a death glare. His kids don't even think he lives

“Run! Trav there gaining on us!” screamed Aaron. The tall, 17 year old boy, with dark brown hair was what seemed like miles in front of Travis, his younger brother, even carrying all the supplies for 3 people. Travis, looking back every couple of seconds, weakly yelled “Wait Arron to the right that should take u- us back!” Arron took a sharp right into an alley way. He tackled the few biters that were in the way to clear a path so his brother could get through safely. “Righ- no go left! Your left!” After following his brother’s directions they made it back to the main road where there dad was waiting, screaming, with the window down for them to hurry. Arron threw the large duffel bags into the back of his dads old, 2 door, 2000 Dodge Dakota with the dented hood. Travis bolted around the truck to the opened door on the other side and leaped to safety while, Arron hopped in the back and tapped the top of the truck 3 times signaling to his dad it was okay to go. Immediately after they speed away down the highway littered with crashed cars, corpses, abandoned suitcases, and much more. Aaron let out a deep breath and sat with his arm perched on the side of the truck as he watched as the horde of zombies faded away. He slid around the cooler and pulled out a Gatorade, wiping away the water that dripped from the bottle, with the bottom of his ACDC shirt. He slid open the back glass of the truck and handed it to Travis. His dad glared at Arron then told his

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.”

Aiko was slumped forward over the table. The private dining hall was perfect, quiet and peaceful.

It was a dark halloween night. 7 year old Sophie and 13 year old Tommy were just heading home from trick-or-treat. Their town was a good place to go trick-or-treating.The neighbors always knew what candy the kids wanted. They remarkably knew what the Robinson family liked. (Sophie and Tommy) Just as they were heading in the door, Tommy saw something strange across the street. It was something he had never seen before. He saw his father watching television and he could smell fresh collard greens, mashed potatoes, and a big juicy steak. All he could think about was eating but he kept looking over at that house figure. Immediately, he took Sophie in and told his mom he was going to the Little Quick Market around the corner to get salt and pepper. Of course she said okay. Tommy slowly walked over toward the house.

Michael was dreaming. He was a boy in his father's ranch and he'd been bad again, playing in the snow against the strict warning of his mother. Doggedly, he'd sneaked out of the house, running wild in the snow covered field, even skating on the frozen lake not far from the house. Mother said, “not to,” because the ice wasn't solid enough, but he did anyways like always. As it turned out, his mom was right. He felt the ice crack under him, bleeding with icy water. He wanted to be calm and savvy his way out, but he heard the neighbor's dogs barking, perturbing him. The dog was usually friendly, but not today. In a panic and effort to escape, he sank to his waist in the ice. He was going to drown!

I don’t know how I will get back to the hotel. I’m biking with Danny to go explore downtown. Me, Danny, and my mom and dad all headed to Los Angeles for a basketball tournament. Danny is my best friend that I’ve know since we were babys.My mom and dad didn’t like the idea of exploring but what's the worst that could happen...Right? We came upon an old abandoned car garage.

In a small town called Cape Town in South Africa, a young 14-year-old girl was walking down the streets heading home after school with her 2 friends Arlene and Abdu, as they were walking 4 men approached them and they were shoved into a white BMW. All three girls were screaming but the men quickly silenced them by holding each girl between their knees and tied their hands with rope and blindfolded them. None the girls were aware of what was going to happen to them or where they were going but they knew enough to be frightened since they had all caught a glimpse of the gun one man had. When the car finally stopped they told them to get out and follow them, although one girl later said it was very difficult since they were blindfolded and their hands were tied. The men took all three girls to a room where the blindfold and ropes were removed.

“The cake!” a cracking voice screams from the kitchen. A young, brown haired male ran to the oven “Thank god, it’s not burnt,” a sigh of relief rushes over him. He had a very slender figure that went quite well with his narrow face. He covered the base of the cake with a UT orange frosting, then with black frosting wrote “Happy 14th Birthday Aster and Alex”. He set the cake on the marble countertop and began to clean up. Moreover, Alex Strange always enjoyed the smell of baked goods, ever since he was a kid watching his father bake.

"I hope you both choke," he muttered, before turning back and continuing his retreat, this time at a slower pace. Callum stopped again, looked over his shoulder to check on their progress. They were still following him but it looked that their need to catch him had lessened somewhat.

Hajime had never been kin on drama. While most teenagers fed upon their so called misery and wallowed in their infinite existential sadness, he preferred to put his behind and looked forward.

“But sir, I really need this job without it I won’t have anything.” cried Lauren, a single mother.

It was a hot and humid day when a group of students from Lexington High made the long trip to Niagara Falls. They sat on a rundown school bus that jerked and moaned as it sped down the highway. The students quietly mumbled as the heat slowly suffocated them. A sneeze was heard from the back and someone answered with “bless you”.

“YES! We’re going to the mall again!” I yelled excitedly. Aashna and I loved going to the mall. We got to run around, look at all the funny mannequins they had in stores, and the countless amount of frogs they had in the entrance fountain. But of course, as always, someone had to ruin our fantasy.

“On the news tonight the worst thing that could ever happen to mankind has happened”. The news reporter said in a sad voice. “No there isn't a meteor that is going wipe out all of the humanity but something a lot worse…Choccy Milk production is being stopped worldwide but we don't know why. We will get back to you as soon as we know more details about the situation”. I couldn't hold the tears Choccy Milk was like heaven on earth for me. Choccy Milk actual was my favorite thing and everyone I knew loved it. So why would they stop making it? I ran to my parents who were in the kitchen watching the news on another television to tell them about the bad news. “Don't worry son.” Dad said, “I've got this under control”. My Mother leads me off to my bedroom and said: “everything will be better tomorrow, good night”. She tucked me in and walked to the door of my room turned off the lights and closed the door. After a little while of tossing and turning, I finally got to sleep.