Creative writing 1
"He knew declining the offer was dangerous, that it would not only put his life in danger but also his other’s, but accepting it could end up worse. He kept pacing until he hears the other approaching from the hill."
Short story from my creative writing class.
Breeze rolled over the hill, tugging gently at dark grey blue hair as it swept swiftly over the plains below. The giant old oak tree above the two on the ground waved gently.
“You weren't wrong” Uttered a weak voice at his side, gentle blue eyes met mossy green as He looks down, “This place is rather beautiful”.
Green flicked back up to the scene below, red that had once clumped and stained the grass had faded, little darker patches still visible, a reminder to the event that took place not 4 day earlier. Tufts of grass stuck up where the land was damaged, trees and rocks still clung to the bits of crimson that ended up on them, one way or another.
He drug a hand threw his others hair, the latter reaching up to gently stroke the gash that rand from below his chin to shoulder blade, another reminder, he flinched away before slowly leaning back into the touch. “I think it adds character” The other purred, ear twitching from amusement. He let out a breathy laugh watching the orange and purple furred boy below sit up quite gracefully, hair still a tangled mess and faded crimson splotched threw the lighter bits of fur. Said mess puffed out his chest, “I think that it makes you look handsom-er” he broke out laughing, flopping on his back breathing in the somehow crisp air, even if it still had traces of firewood and radiation residue left in it.
You should really put your mask back on hun he snorted in response, waving the blue hair’d boy off insisting that he’s fine without it for awhile, but that still didn’t ease his worry, eventually though he put it back on, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways agreeing to meet again.
*
The hill was silence of wind today, seeming almost dead if it wasn’t for the man pacing back and forth frantically waiting for his other to arrive.
He read and reread and reread the name that was in the top left hand corner of his visor, wishing desperately that it would go away if he prayed to a non-existent god hard enough.
But the bright red letters remained, burning into Ice blue retina like a branding iron
Fred J Merry --- 6,000,000 Jc
He knew declining the offer was dangerous, that it would not only put his life in danger but also his other’s, but accepting it could end up worse. He kept pacing until he hears the other approaching from the hill.
What’s wrong you seem,,, there was a pause as he looked for his next words unreasonably stressed. The visor came off in a flash, orange furred arms quickly grabbing at the quite reasonably startled boy, pulling him into a tight embrace. Frantic Ice blue met mossy green as he mumbled incomprehensibly tears seeping into the face mask.
The blue haired boy seemed to calm him down a bit, gently running hands through hair and fur, arms wrapping around him, cradling almost. He noticed something seemed off about the area, something smelled wrong, felt wrong, but he was too busy with the crying male in his arms to investigate.
He kept repeating ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ over and over almost insane like, before suddenly standing up and bolting.
Fabric and hair whipped wildly in the wind as the other stood there stunned for a few seconds before bolting after.
He realized what was off about the field
It all happened so fast, The other whipped around, lit match in hand, screaming “I’M SORRY” over and over as he dropped it onto the field, flames shooting up around him quickly eating everything in sight, lapping at the old oak in the center.
He managed to drag himself out of the forest to be ment with liquid eyes, as the other dropped to his knees cradling him, mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘I love you’ over and over until eventually the blurred vision he had grew splotchy and faded out.
***
Local news reports that a mysterious fire started on Sensō hill, burning down the old oak tree living in the middle of it. None know of the origins of the fire but susp-
He Tuned out the TV, as he took a shot of the chemical cocktail he had in front of him.
-stigators found a body of a man, later kno-
Everything burned as the liquid seeped down his throat, his stomach churning as they hit it.
-ther it was planned arson or suicide attem-
He felt the liquid twist with his stomach acid. Everything went to fuz as the alcohol finally seeped in, he stumbled out of the chair groping for the metal frame that was on the mantle, fire sparking from the candle that was bumped onto it's side.
He cradled the metal close to him as he hacked, sound rough from the abuse of his throat.
-his just in a fire was just reported on 145 ninth avenue no one knows the cause but inversagators are on the scene. House owner Scribs Macalee has not been contacted or seen. We will keep you updated as this goes along.