Emma sat up on her bed, reading her favorite book series, "Twilight". The class seemed to drag on longer than the others. Was it because the day was finally coming to a close, or because I was waiting for his tight fist to loosen? It never did; he continued to sit so still it looked like he- She began in her head until her phone began to ring. Emma answered it. "Hello?" She said. "Emma?" The voice on the other line asked. "Yes, Sophie?" Emma laughed. "Whats up?"
"I need your help,"
so this started out like any other time you bake cookies except one I'm horrible at baking my cookies are like hockey pucks and I know that because my brother has used them in his shooting practice and they haven't chipped a bit second of all I was on my second batch and the others were right beside me so that meant I knew all annoying little bits of making cookies and my brother ,Jake was being so annoying even more than the cookies so I nearly picked up the near by hockey stick (the house was littered with them Jake had hundreds) and bang a cookies against him I could Jake taught me how but...
3 stories I wrote in my creative writing class. Enjoy.
No Ordinary Day
She was no ordinary babysitter. She would
growl and hiss. Bite and snap. I came home one day to find her trying to devour my child. I ran to the child and out of the house. To the graveyard I ran. I don't know why, but I felt safe there. With little Lucy on my back, I walked around the graveyard only to find a suspicious grave, but it was no ordinary grave. There was a large hole right in front of it. I...
The constant pecking on the window awoke me. I opened my eyes to the darkness of the room. The dark haze enveloped any sign of light, leaving only traces of thin outlines. A tinged of excitement and fear passed through me. The ticking of the clock just added to the anxiety that was crawling over me. I knew it had come, like it had many nights before. It was then I noticed that the pecking I had heard before had stopped, only to be replaced by the howls of the winter winds. I sat up to see the binds swaying back and forth. Through the cracks I saw the shadow that had awaken me many nights...
It was raining.
That's what I was told was happening when I was born.
Here I am now, alone without a mother and a distant father.
I often think he blames me for her death. I often cry when those thoughts come. My dad tells me we're moving to a city in Texas. Usually when people move somewhere new, it was like having a new life. Not to me. Here we are in a new house, new school and new friends. I feel so down as I sit in the cafeteria. I just want to let it all out...
My eyes were glued to the pavement as I walked home from school. All I could feel were stinging tears falling from eyes and onto my cheeks, the rest of my body was numb. Everything around me felt small and useless. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to be face to face with Ryan, my best friend. Or at least he was until today. He stared confused at me offering nothing but his gray eyes that were bigger than saucers. "Jenna why'd you run off like that?" He started slowly trying to hide his fidgeting; he fidgeted when he was nervous. But I couldn't even look at him...
*Inspired by the Haunted Mansion ride and movie, it's a short story or one-shot. But I'm thinking of adding more, please tell me your thoughts! Please don't copy and please read and review*
Somewhere in this world, around the 1800’s (1822 to be exact), is where it all started. A time when young ladies wore puffy dresses, and men had fancy pocket watches and a sour mood. Yes, the perfect time, for the perfect story, or at least the beginning that is.
You see a story always has a beginning, and for this one my dear readers, it begins at Marratal’s...
What do you get if you cross a cowboy who lives in the west, and a tractor that he thinks is a horse?
Let's find out.
Chapter 1: Ivan
“Get your ugly lug off my lawn!” A farmer shouted at a man who was trying to lead his sheep off of the farmers property.
“I will count to three, if they not off, I'll turn 'em into pillows!” The farmer shouted holding up his...
The Drunken Man
I am sitting in a small bar, drinking a virgin strawberry daiquiri, when a man stumbles towards me. He appears quite drunk, and he keeps calling out, “Marie, Marie!” I pretend not to notice, but it’s pretty obvious that his target is me. When he reaches my seat, he swallows me in a big bear hug. I hold my breath since he smells of beer, and think “Who is this man?” When he finally lets me go, he is still beaming at me, so I fake a smile and say, “Um, hi?”
if you have read the book Need you will like this it goes into the past of Need and adds a few new characters then goes threw the book I had some of my friends read it and they loved it! I hope you do too.