Creative Story

Mallory and Bubba were madly in love. They meet each other through one of those dating services online. People may think those things are stupid, but for Mallory and Bubba, it all worked. True love could not be as strong as Mallory and Bubba’s.
One day, Bubba went out to work, like he usually did. Mallory stayed at home, working around the house. On the way to work, Bubba heard a train coming, but the poles at the tracks weren’t going down. Kind of spazzing, Bubba tried to go as fast as he could, because he didn’t want to stop. As he approached the tracks, his car stalled and stopped right in the center. Bubba didn’t know what to do. The train was going to hit his car within seconds.

*BAM*

The train hit Bubba’s car. His car nearly was disinigrated, because it was damaged so badly. In the background, you could hear police cars and fire trucks, ambulances and panicking people. Bubba was no where to be found, because he was in the car. A tow truck finally arrived. People started to get the car onto the truck. Police were talking, and they said just to leave the body in the car, and bury the whole entire thing.
At home, all that you could hear was sobbing. Mallory was watching the news, and Bubba’s story was on at the moment. They talked about how he never got out of the car, and that his car was in horrible shape. The burial service was going to be next week, at the Washington Funeral Home. Mallory was so sad, because her true love was gone. Suddenly, she heard the door open. Very scared, Mallory grabbed her cooking pot and started walking very slowly to the door.
“Um, whoever’s there is going to get beat up. Because I’m just really strong. Yeah.”
Mallory was trying to act really buff, so she wouldn’t get hurt. But suddenly, she heard his voice.
“Honey, it’s just me, coming home from work. What’s up with the pan?” asked Bubba.
Mallory replied,”But…But I thought you were dead!”
“I’m not dead.”
“Well, the news just said that your car was hit by a train, and you were in it!”
“I sneaked out seconds before the car hit me. Then I ran into the woods and walked home>”
“Oh my gosh. What a relief.”
“Honey, it’s nothing to worry about. I’m here, I’m alright.”
Suddenly, Mallory and Bubba started hugging and kissing, making their sure that they were still in love. Sure, enough they were. True love is something that everybody wants, and Mallory and Bubba were lucky to have it. Now, both of them lived happily ever after.

End of the Year is ALMOST HERE!!!

Before you know it, the end of the year is going to approach. 7th graders move up to 8th grade, the top of the school. 8th graders move up to 9th graders, the bottom of the school. For the 8th graders, promotion is going to be a blast! The girls go head over heals for that perfect dress, and guys try to look all fancy. This may not be a great time for some people, but it is going to be a great time for me. I'm really excited to move up and out of Asa Clark. Going to high school is going to make me feel more mature. End of the year is almost here!

Short Story on Spring

My family and I were gathered around the dinner table. A freshly cooked ham was in the center of the table, along with mashed potatoes, and warm butter rolls. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, everybody was there. We were all chattering about the upcominw season of baseball, and whether the new soap opera was any good. This was a typical Easter. Every year, my mom and Uncle Lenny always argued over who was getting the last piece of pie, or who gets to cut the ham, or who sits where. You see, Mom and Uncle Lenny never got along when they were younger. They always fought over the silliest things. Unfortunatley, they still do today. This is the one thing I hate about my family.
After all of the racket calms down between Mom and Uncle Lenny, we all went into the living room. I sat down next to my cousin Elliot, who is 7, and my cousin Lydia, who is 2. It was time to do out annual tradition, tell stories about Easter. Of course, Mom and Uncle Lenny start up on who’s going first. After about 5 minutes, Dad steps in and breaks them up. He said that the order of the story telling is going to be the order of our ages. It’s going to start with the youngest, and go on and on ‘til it reaches the oldest. This sounds good to me. I am 13, and there are only 4 cousins younger than me. My cousins really don’t tell stories. They just talk about how excited they are to get candy and how the Easter Bunny is going to come. Everyone laughs because they sound so cute. Finally, I get to talk.
“I remember when I was younger, maybe six years ago. Well, I was coming down stairs to see if the Easter Bunny came. My mom told me that the Easter Bunny hid my basket. So, I actually had to go look and see where it was hid. After about maybe 10 minutes, I found it. It was inside the stove. Luckily, the stove was not on. Otherwise, my candy would have melted. That would of made me cry. Then I reached in and grabbed it. Once I did that, I turned around and I screamed. There was the Easter Bunny. Standing right in front of me. He was maybe 7 feet tall, and had a very big head. I screamed again, very frightened. The Easter Bunny told me ‘Happy Easter.’ Mom was laughing. Finally, the Easter Bunny took of his head. Luckily, it was just my dad. I thought that it was the real one. Dad told me that the Easter Bunny came late last night, and he was just dressed up as him. Ever since that moment, I have been afraid of the Easter Bunny.”
I said all of this pretty quickly. This is something that I would never forget, because it was one thing that I really feared. My younger cousins aren’t even scared of him. Well, whatever. Everyone is afraid of something, right?
The stories continued to go on. There were stories of everything. Easter Bunnies, Jesus, and of course, the candy. Grandma Hope said something about how she never got candy on Easter. This made all of my little cousins gasp. Everyone started to laugh. After all the stories were done, people went off and did their own little things. All of the little ones went into the corner and played dress up with all of Grandma and Grandpa’s old clothes. Mom and Uncle Lenny were actually getting along. Dad was chatting with some of my aunts and uncles. I just sat there, staring at everybody. Everything was just perfect. Nobody was fighting, and there was a nice chatter through out the room. Suddenly, I had the urge to go and just hug people. So, I got up and walked over to my grandma, right in the middle of her talking. I squeezed my arms around her. She was shocked, I tell ya. Her body shook when I squeezed her. Then I went and did this to everybody else, including Lydia. After I was done, everyone just smiled at me. Now, this is the one thing I love about me family.
On the way home from Grandma and Grandpa’s, I just sat and stared out the window. This is usually boring, but tonight, it wasn’t. Everything about tonight was rushing in and out of my head. There were good thoughts, and bad thoughts. Tonight I felt that I could actually say something good about my family. I never thought that I would even think of those words. That changed tonight.
Once I was home, I went straight to bed. Tomorrow was school again, and I needed to sleep. So, I said my goodnights to Mom and Dad, and snuck up stairs. After getting my pajamas on, I snuck into bed. Those good thoughts were still in my head. This made me smile. Five minutes passed. Suddenly, I jerked up.
I blurted out,” Ewww, I have school tomorrow.”
This made me go to sleep, in the worst possible mood.