Creative writing

It gets stupidly hot in Danielsville, Louisiana, especially around summer. This would be fine I guess if we had something to do, to keep our mind off of the heat but there isn’t anything to do. Danielsville, Louisiana has three churches (Pentecostal), twice as many bars, one high school and no books stores or libraries. This means you’re either too drunk to read, or too Christian to read anything good. Big enough to have a mayor’s house, but not big enough to be on any map of any kind, it’s the…

“I think they’re in my throat!” I replied. The athletic trainers knelt beside me asking me where I hurt. “My nuts…god damn.” I grumbled. One chuckled, “Up you go…they’ll think it’s just a cramp.” I stood up and had to fight myself not to grab my balls, I limped to the chairs and sat down. Coach walked over, “Need to go put some ice on the jewels?” “Nah…just let me catch my breath.” After about five minutes I was ready to play again. We ended winning 109 to 106 in three over times.…

“ Ohhh Noo” quickly i am being picked up by these long sticks called fingers. Then the next thing i knew i had being throwd on the counter. Then these sticks grab me again and flip me over and start to take the wrapper off of me. I am left exposed on the counter on a plate. It grab me again and put me in a bowl full of seasonings and then these fingers start to flip me over and over. The fingers gently put me on a plate again. As i lay here waiting patiently for the others we are now being…

Lilly walked down the hospital ward to see her brother, who was still unconscious, thanks to his concussion. Bandages covered his right eye and most of his head, leaving his left eye, mouth and nose as the only thing that could be seen on his face. His body lay as still as death, hands over his chest, a tube in his throat, to feed him when necessary. Lilly shivered at the sight of her injured brother, so still, unlife like. He seemed like an object instead of a kind and loving brother that she…

Draft – Ferretbranch, Barkthroat Sunlight streamed through the tree tops surrounding the camp, dappling the ground with warm patches of light. Ferretbranch poked his paw around the storage cleft in the back of his den as he sorted and counted the remaining supplies. “Poppy seeds, yarrow, burdock,” he mumbled to himself, “borage, parsley. . .” Ferretbranch dug farther into the crack and pulled out a few stems of catmint. The look of the old stalks told him they were collected last newleaf.…

“And will that be in red or blue?” the sales lady politely asked through a smile. “I’m uh… color blind.” I answer as I look down at the floor. “Either will be fine, thank you.” I rub the back of my neck. She gives me with a look of sympathy, then walks off to put in my order for the soft shirt. I sit on one of the many small, slightly uncomfortable couches that are set just outside of the dressing rooms. I hate sympathy. Being color blind really isn’t something to sympathize for. I can still…

It was an early autumn morning on farmer Henry's magnificent farm. I was quietly sitting on the old wooden, barn door when I heard my brother, Joshua, saying “Robyn, is the farmer coming yet?” As I looked around the farmer was nowhere to be seen, so I simply replied with “not yet, he is probably still sleeping.” I heard a groan coming from inside the barn and then a loud thud. Joshua had obviously fallen off his large bed of hay. He was one of the only cows on the farm and had three large, black…

Fifty days. Fifty whole days. I never imagined our interrogation would take so long. It wasn't supposed to. The day before criminals began dying again, L and I had been making plans to arrest Light and Misa. But they just kept dying. No matter how much evidence we had against them, nothing seemed to be going our way. Why did they have to keep dying? Why did Kira have to play with us like that? L spoke to Yagami, "Mr. Yagami, are you alright? There's no reason for you to keep doing this to…

1:42 am. Gasping; the type of gasping a helpless girl would have if she were drowning in a sea of water. Across my bedroom, whistling of the wind begins creeping around my window sill, making its way across my hardwood floors, and slithering onto the painted walls. Frigid streams of blood reluctantly travels through my veins, resembling an infant bird, weary to come out of its nest for the first time. Forming above my layer of skin, goosebumps rise like my fear of ants rising from the dead. I…

It was over. The Empire had lost both their leader and strongest weapon, not to mention some of their finest troops. Sure, they still had Admirals spread throughout the galaxy, each probably with their own fleet, but without someone there to hold their hands and make sure they all got along, it was doubtful that they would be able to continue in a war. Years of the Rebellion's fighting, of losing allies and friends, had finally paid off. The Empire was done. A low groan dragged Luke out of his…