Creative Writing A Short Story - 700 Words

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer. She snapped. â€Å"Stop.† Gripping the top of the seat in front of her, she had to get off the bus. â€Å"S-stop the bus,† rising to her feet, she inched her way along the aisle as people shunted across seats to get as far away from her as possible. â€Å"Let me off here.† The door had barely opened and Kalyssa stepped down to the roadside and sucked in a deep breath. She breathed in a cloud of diesel as the bus pulled away and coughed.†¦show more content†¦Though the viper’s venom wasn’t toxic enough to kill her, it could knock her off her feet for a couple of days, worse, weaken her control over her soul harvester nature. And, she needed that like she needed a hit right between the eyes. After a minute-long standoff, the viper had the gall to crawl over the back of her shoulder like she was a damn bridge for its personal use and with a sidelong glance she watched it fade into the bamboo. Too close for her liking, she shuddered before making her way back to the road. Maybe, she was too hasty in ditching the bus as she looked at the long walk ahead. She stomped the worst of the mud off her leather boots and prepared for another plunge into the bamboo at the sound of another vehicle. Hesitating, the approaching car did not sound like any vehicle the monks owned. The car had seen better days, its once sunflower yellow paint job chipped and faded, and too many decades outdoors had seasoned the driver too, but at least when she flagged him down, he didn’t ignore her or speed away. She tried the door but the thing didn’t budge. â€Å"Use your muscles, girl. Give it a good tug,† the old man said. â€Å"No one use it, so no bother.† Kalyssa wrenched the door open and slid into the front passenger seat. After several tries to close the door, Kalyssa was ready to kick it off its hinges. â€Å"You damage, you buy,† the old man said. She turned her head slowly toward the man.Show MoreRelatedCreative Writing : A Short Story1020 Words   |  5 PagesThe girls sat seperated in two stark, cold rooms. Each of the girls was sat at a table with a clear plastic cup of water sitting at arm’s length from them, both cups untouched. How could they drink when their best friend was no where to be seen? They had been having an innocent night of fun at Mercedes’ house three weeks ago, the first of many planned for the spring break, watching movies on Netflix and eating a pizza they ordered. 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