Creative Writing: The Cold War

Amaya jumped up with a wide grin. She knew that it was big so she wanted her friends to be there when she opened it. So she told them to bring their sleeping bags. As soon as the girls got there they darted into the living room.

We all watched as he ran to Kirimi, and it was a miracle he wasn’t hurt in the fall. “Kirimi! Kirimi!” he called. His sister looked at him, and her eyes widened. It was the first time she had truly seen her older brother without the cloak and wig, and she had finally made the connection.

"My parents are not here." Akki spoke lower than he originally had, lying though his teeth. The boy eyes widen realized what he had done. Dragging Akki out of the crowd, the female followed behind.

Her tone was decisive and stern, though laced with concern as the boy peeled his face from the ground. Short blonde locks were coated in sand and a string of blood oozed from his nose, likely from having landed in a poor position on his face. He sniffed hard and stood up as quickly as his disoriented head would allow and went toward the medicus whose room was just below the balcony.

He was now left alone in a familiar territory. All around the house, white sheets covered many artifacts that once entertained an audience. The house had a slight smoky odour, which tickled his nose. Although he tried to stay quiet, each step he took the floor creaked in response, probably due to the renovations the house was under.

He looked up at the boy who has spoken to him in confusion. He was dark skinned, and his hair was cropped short in a buzz

Rubbing the droopy eyes of hers, Ariana's vision was extremely unclear and blurry. She noticed a faint view of this boy who was peacefully resting on her shoulder. Blinking several times, Ariana grabbed the boy's head and she closely examined his hair and his facial features. She was quite impressed by his quiffed light brown hair, and his perfectly sculpted

“Hello?” called a voice. Adam, Aurelia thought, her mind jumping to the boy she had met the day before. She opened the door, and there he was. He looked upset.

Sean decided to be rebellious and ignore the part where his mother said to go to bed. After deciding that his mom and

“THE FIRST COMMANDER IS GETTING RESTLESS, we need to hurry,” a fair-haired Kingsman stated to another. He enters first through the singed door of the last home near the entrance to the grain fields, locking eyes with a disheveled young maiden holding on tightly to a frightened little boy.

"Look," said the boy before she could tell him her farewell. "My train's coming. The light on the screen shows."

The boy noticed his mother looked happier than usual, and before the news of his torn coat slipped out of his mouth, his mother said,

Armin completely ignored her. “It’s him,” he whispered. He took off running. “Eren!” he screamed, tearing up. He skidded to a stop, grabbing the alarmed boy in a tight hug. Mikasa arrived a second later and wrapped her arms around the pair.

“Yuki and her mother are in Apartment C,” Emi explained. “Grandma made sure we had rooms close to each other.” Emi smiled at the thought of her determined,

The girl debated on whether to tell him the truth or not. Sure she liked the boy, but was she willing to tell him everything? She settled with being mysterious. “Well, I’m hiding you see. My family is protective of me. They don’t like me going out a lot, so I snuck out with this mask to go to the festival.” Kairi grinned, shining her pearly whites towards Tsuna. “It’s a pretty good disguise, isn’t it?”