Creative writing

The Stalker in Ontonagon It was a cool summer day in Ontonagon Michigan. As I was sitting on the hood of the silver truck, watching my little cousins play in the grass, little trickles of rain ran down my chestnut brown hair. All of my little cousins were playing “Ghost In the Graveyard” in the soggy grass. After twenty minutes or so all the kids were lying in the soggy grass, exhausted. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a man. Slouched over by the stop sign. He stared at us with these…

The day began to die, and the men started the long walk to their death. Geb led the two men to the gallows on the mountains overlooking Sentinel Point, unaware if he was dreaming or awake. As the chief executioner to Lord McRoss it was his duty to carry out the sentences passed by Lord McRoss, however cruel they might seem. However, his mind had been playing tricks on him lately; but he was quite sure he was awake right now. Both the guards were young, probably having just completed their…

It was 4:13 am in East Oaks neighborhood in the City of Compton. The Wallace family was asleep until two Compton officers knock on their door and say, “Yolanda Brown open the door or we will be forced to break in”, said a Compton police officer. As she rushed to the door, she said, “Terrell wake up baby the cops are here, and get your little brother”. As she opens the door two police officers were armed with pistols she was horrified she asked, “What is going on?” , the officers replied, “step…

M is for Melon M is for Melon my pet hamster. I got Melon in August for a beginning school present. Melon is white with brown spots and is about two and a half inches long. Melon likes to run on her spin wheel, It is green with little three-d lines on it. She is very active most of the time either running on her wheel or eating. Melon's favorite things to eat is corn and sunflower seeds every morning when I feed her mix of food I alway give her extra corn and sunflower seeds. Every Sunday I…

it all hit me. I've have been trying to advoid my feelings for so long that I need to share them with someone so that they know the truth. I'm hurt . very bad. I try to hide it with a smile and laughter, and I'm pretty sure everyone buys it. I don't want anyone to know that I'm hurting right now. because I don't want people to treat me differently . however a little sympathy would be much appreciated. I'm still fragile. the wound is still fresh since it has only been 3 weeks since the day it…

I left my house early, and heavy smog was in the air, so dense you could taste it. I started my car and waited to warm it up. I checked my phone. “I meet you there at 9” I drove to the garage door and was outside of the building. There wasn’t a soul. I drove to the pitch black streets dodging holes on the asphalt, I wasn’t in a hurry but I didn’t want to be late. The highway was desolated besides being Friday and payday, and I could feel driving into the smog, blurring my vision. The night…

She was frightened by the routine sound of a buzz and bright white lights. The beaming lights forced her tired eyes open. Swinging her heavy legs over and placing her feet on the cold ground, she heard the voice of a guard. “Alright, get up! Wake up!” His voice sounded more piercing than usual. As she stood frozen next to her little bed, the guard confidently entered her cell approaching slowly, standing face to face in silence, he inched closer. She didn’t move. She studied his badly shaven…

Eve Arnold, a well-known photojournalist of the 20th century, once asked her grandson, “What do you hang on the walls of your mind?” How would you answer? Imagine oneself in a pitch black room with unknown dimensions. Time seems to stand still and there is no way to perceive anything other than just how dark everything seems. This is my mind in its resting state. I’ve recently come to appreciate that emptiness and jump at the opportunity to spend time detoxing my mind. The only reasonable…

Fire. The former soldier crept quietly through the town in ruins with his weapon in hand and prepared for the worst. He slipped into a dark narrow alleyway between two buildings as his eyes darted around at town inhabitants fleeing for their lives as the dead invaded their home. He licked his dry lips as he watched the flames engulfing the building he began to call home when the world went to hell. Determination filled his face as he checked his gun for bullets before hiding it in the waistband…

Bigfoot Monster It all started on one bright Saturday morning. It seemed that I would have great day was ahead, or so I thought. I had just woken up and was still lying in bed when I heard the sound of heavy footsteps. They weren’t normal footsteps though. They were heavier and louder, as if they weren’t human. I was frozen in fear and tried to process my thoughts to what I would do if the thing came to my room. The footsteps kept getting louder and louder. What should I do? The next thing I…