Creative writing

Freshmeat Everybody goes through things in life that they don't forget, even if it's good or bad. One of those memories is the first day of high school. I don't remember it vividly, but I do remember all the nervousness and not knowing where to go. The night before school started, I was just worried about what to wear, if a had everything I needed, and well scared to see if I would sleep through my alarm. Over the summer I stayed up all night and slept through most of the day. Let's just say…

The Deputy sat quietly in the corner of the bathroom, knees tucked into her chest, as she looked at the door with a frown. She tried to make herself as small as possible while she hid in the already small bathroom. She knew it was coming. A few days before the present, Rook had smelled the change of pheromones and scents that he produced, indicating that his rut was close. Both of them knew it. Rook had locked herself away from the man whom she had been fighting just a short few weeks ago. She…

Beep! Beep! Beep! As I twist and turn in bed and glimpse down at the luminous phone in my pitch black bedroom. While picking my phone up, I see that Tristan messaged me and said "Get up! I'll be there in 5 minutes to pick you up! The waves are firing!", I instantly look towards the clock to see that I overslept. I immediately fling myself out of bed and rush into my still dark bathroom as I quickly brush my teeth and put my bathing suit on. I run over to the window to see if Tristan is here yet,…

I was in the forest, training while plotting my next attack. My plan was to assassinate the king of Bridgeport. A few months ago he slaughtered all of the young children I was going to train, he even burnt down their dormitories. Taking something from the world’s greatest assassin would come at a cost, a life for a life to put it simply. My question was, how do I do it? His kingdom was surrounded by an impenetrable wall, with guards everywhere covered in head to toe with diamond armour. I would…

The Runners It was December 24, 2256, Caleb looked out of his window at the House, a light gray building that young boys stayed in for 14 years, at the morning sun and dew that had collected on the long grass overnight. He brushed his dirty blonde hair out of his sapphire blue eyes to see that all the boys around him had their light, gray smocks on. Caleb thought, “What a boring place.” He looked out of his small, dirt covered window and saw the short, white buildings that he and his friends…

Three kids wandered along a disappearing path in the middle of a dense forest. These children looked strange. The tallest girl, Anna, wore black and white on either half of her body. The other girl wore a plain white mask over her face. Her name was Persephone. There was only one boy in the group, his name was Shad. “Where are we?” Anna murmured. She looked back to consult Persephone and Shad, but they both shrugged. “I guess we should just keep walking then.” The kids walked in a straight line…

True pain is hard to find and probably easy to experience. When I look at the paper planes soaring through the room, my pain seems to subside. It’s strange how such a little thing could have such a large impact on my life–my emotions, my physical state. The soft plush of my duvet under my body wasn’t as calming as staring at the paper planes, but I find it soothing in the state of being knackered. Which is one of the things I can’t possibly be right now especially with my mental state.…

"Never go into Chutzpah Forest alone," Aunt Margaret always warned, as long as I could remember. "An ancient dragon dwells there and he would love nothing more than to capture you and devour you for supper." As a child, I used to squeal in terror and nod earnestly, reaffirming my promise to her that I would never venture into that dark and quiet forest, alone or otherwise. As I grew into a young woman, however, the warning seemed very childish. Dragons indeed! What did my aunt think of me,…

“I thought maybe you weren’t going to make it on time.” “Collin.” She says, recognizing his voice. “We don’t use names here,” Donovan says, in a hushed tone. “In fact, you probably shouldn’t talk at all. And keep that mask on.” Alex looks past Collin into a sea of tuxedos and evening gowns. Then turns looking over the room. There are three large rooms. You can see into each as they are only separated by glass walls. Large iron chandeliers hang from high stone ceilings. Comfortable looking…

He didn’t pull the trigger. George started at the gun hopelessly, he just couldn’t do it. He could never hurt Lennie. George let go of his grip, allowing the cold, heavy metal to fall on the crispy autumn brown leaves under his feet, on the gray ashes . “George? Can we get that place now?” Lennie turned his head back, curiously looking at George’s blank expression. “Lennie, you listen to me now, god dammit! They are coming for you now! The men are coming for you! Now you need to go back to the…