There he was just standing there admiring the blue summer skies. He was wearing a white tank top, and some very nicely fitted jeans. I don't know this mystery boys' name, clearly because he just moved next door. Sitting from inside my house, looking outside the window, I just watched him. I know that might sound creepy but that's what I did. His hair was in a mop of curls, that you just wanted to run your fingers through it. Getting lost in my thoughts I hadn't realized that the mystery boy was looking directly at me. My face turned 20 shades of red I didn't know what to do, so I did what a normal person might do in this type of situation, I just dropped to the floor. Hoping that it was all over, I poked my head up to see if this boy was still …show more content…
It was peaceful around my house, considering that my parents or little sister weren't home. There was a sudden knock on my door, my heart stopped for a second while I wondered who could it be. I tip-toed to the door in attempt to be as quiet as possible as I looked through the peephole. My eyes widen as I realize who it is, it's the mystery boy. I open the door slowly, my face already becoming red from my nervousness. He introduces himself as Danny and says that he's new in town and if I would be kind enough to show him around. Without being able to say a word from my astonishment that he is even standing right in front of me, all I was able to do was nod my head. I grab my car keys and my purse, lock the door behind me and we both make our way to my car. I pull out of my drive way and I start driving down to the town square where most of the shops are. The town square is the cutest little place, it looks like it was straight out of a movie. Danny and I started to make small conversation, I found out he likes most of the things that I do for example like, basketball, traveling, the colors blue and purple. But I also found out he's going to be starting at my high school this
O’Connor himself wasn’t partially physically intimidating. This fact became abundantly clear once he stepped off his chair and approached me. While not necessarily short in stature, his seat gave him an extra few inches compared to his natural stance.
The window slowly creaked open, a soft wind blew into the small room. The sound of light breathing came from under the sheets were a young boy slept, oblivious to the happenings that night. Soft footsteps hit the floor, the smell of old toys and new bed sheets wafted out of the room, hitting two men crouched down by the bed. A hand reached up, gingerly touching the boy.
As soon as my parents fall asleep, I sneak out the back door and go to the witch’s house. I broke a window and climbed. The inside of the house smells like something is rotten.I look around at all the strange stuff. Then I noticed a book on an old dusty claw shaped rack. The book I found was about monster stories. I love monsters, so I took it
The boy reached for his blanket and covered half of his face in fear. The footsteps continued, getting louder every step. “It’s just mom and dad” he told himself. “No need to worry.” Footsteps were heard getting closer and closer to his room door. LOUD but slow, fear was uprising into the young boy’s heart. Suddenly they stopped and started going away.
He had his hair slicked back perfectly, with brawny arms, clear brown skin and pretty white teeth. When I finally gained the courage to talk I said,
He told me he'd be back at ten. It was already midnight. I was worried about him but more curious as to what he was doing right now. I decided it was time to find out. I crept out the apartment like a spider in the shadows, trying my hardest not to disturb
The Renegade Robinson “War is foolish,” My Dad said over his newspaper one night, glasses pushed to his nose. “Don’t you boys get caught up in all this patriotic excitement. You’re going to become doctors and lawyers, not have your guts scattered across three countries These words of wisdom were spoken to us in the aftermath of the Pearl Harbor attacks. After this historical event, the people of our country seemed to go into a frenzy. American flags spontaneously appeared overnight, and now you could not step outside without seeing one in the lawn’s of every neighbor.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
It was a woman. Her long blonde hair fell over her black orange blouse. What is this feeling of attraction I feel? What is this strong pull? I looked her up and down, and she started to give me a strange look back. Oh, I guess I was supposed to say something back?
There is no time for questions because we have to go straight away. 5mins is all we have. The mountains are steep and the path is rough but we carry on. I see a shiny object in the dirt and run to get it. It's the key. Rusty and shiny the key is. As I hand the key to the boy he immediately disappears. I scream as a monster comes toward us. I cover my eyes as the monster takes a leap. As I release my hands from my eyes I realise I'm back at gran's house and she's calling me for dinner. What had happened? I'll never know as the door isn't there anymore. But I'm determined to find it again. What I didn't know was that the village was in terrible danger and that I was the only who could save the village. My adventure may have been short but it depended on the village. The monster was killed but know one knew that the deadly creature had kids. I wondered if they would send a message across to me. But mow I didn't need to worry about the cruel, deadly monster. It was time for another one of gran's calming stories. I didn't know when and how I was going to do this but in my heart somewhere I knew I had to. To be
'Damn it I almost forgot I have nothing but this bed sheet right now' thinking to myself. I called out to whoever was hiding in the shadows "Show yourself I know you're there" I heard a man chuckle then step into the faint moonlight. I looked at him with squinted eyes to and make out his features. From what I could see at the moment, he had black, medium length hair with a long segmented braid going all the way down to his ankles.
As I walked out of the courthouse and down the ramp, I looked at my mom in disappointment and embarrassment. Never wanting to return to that dreadful place, I slowly drug my feet back to the car. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and I didn't want anyone else to know what I had done. Gaining my composure, I finally got into the car. I didn't even want to hear what my mom had to say. My face was beat red and I was trying to hide my face in the palms of my hands because I knew what was about to come; she was going to start asking me questions, all of the questions I had been asking myself. Sure enough, after a short period of being in the car, the questions began.
A boy stood over my desk. I did not know what he wanted, but I sure could not talk to him. I didn’t know him! How could I talk to him? I turned my head back into the safety of my book without a word and listened for his footsteps to walk away from my desk. Unfortunately, my gratefulness for his leaving soon turned to disappointment that I had missed an opportunity to reach out. I kicked myself internally, but moved on.
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a