Creative Writing

F. W. F. 13 ~ Where is Noah?

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 16 Dec 2016 18:48:00 +0000

Noah Faustus, Kenneth Fry, and Douglas Young were all the best of friends. They lived in the same very small town of Clarebalt, Wyoming, they grew up together in the same neighborhood, and all go to the same school; Second Sands High.

Noah was a cool kid, with bright blue eyes, and black hair covering up the majority of his right eye. He always had a big smile on his face, and never failed in making someone laugh. Kenneth was the kind of strong, silent type. Except for the fact that he wasn't very strong. Kenneth only really talked to Noah and Douglas. He didn't seem to take interest in anyone else, because no one really took interest in him. His short, fluffy, blonde hair matched well his his deep, brown eyes. Douglas was very strong, like the complete opposite of Kenneth, and he might as well be. He had blue eyes like Noah, except his were a bit duller in color. He also had a permanent cowlick in his neat brown hair. He was the guy to go to if you ever needed a confidence boost, because he is the nicest most caring person you will ever meet.

* * * * *

It was 5th period, lunch time. Normally schools would have lunch served at two or three different hours. But due to the town's population being so small, and only around 200 kids attending the school, everyone eats at the same hour.

Kenneth opened his wrinkled, brown paper bag to peer inside and find a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (grape jelly of course), and apple, two cookies, and a bag of Cheetos Puffs. He was struggling with opening the bag, due to the lack of fingernails he had from biting them all the time, when suddenly he felt a weight being put onto his head. He reached up to touch it and found it was a two liter bottle of soda. There's only one person he knew, who would even think of bringing one of those to school.

"Noah." Kenneth greeted his friend, as he sat down to his right.

"Yes-ah." He replied with a smirk.

"So what's with the pop?" Doug said, sitting down across from Kenneth.

"No special reason, just got my last allowance this morning and picked this up at the gas station before I got here." he stated. Noah turned around and pulled three cups out of his backpack. He then proceeded to fill the cups with brown liquid. "Drink up boys!" He shouted.

Doug and Kenny grabbed their cups and chugged down their drinks. "Aah!" they both said in satisfaction.

"Hold on guys, I'll be right back." Noah said getting up from the table. Douglas and Kenneth watched as he rounded the corner and disappeared.

"Where do you think he's going?" Douglas asked.

"Probably to the bathroom. That's the only thing over there." Kenneth replied taking another sip of his drink.

"Oh yeah. Hold on I gotta get lunch." Douglas got up and took his place in the back of the lunch line.

"Hmph," Kenneth said to himself. "Should've brought your own lunch like me." Kenneth opened his mouth to take a bite out of his tasty sandwich, but before he could, Kenneth's eyes widened, everything after that appeared to be happening in slow-motion. The bare, yellow, wall several yards in front of him, cracked apart and chucks of brick went flying off in every outward direction. Quickly following them was a large flurry of orange flames engulfing the area in front of him. An explosion on the other side of that wall sent Kenneth hurling backwards in his chair hitting the back of his head on the cold floor, knocking him out.

* * * * *

When he awoke, he was laying on the ground. He lifted his head and gazed around at his surroundings. A deep orange glow illuminated the entire lunchroom. He didn't see anyone around him, but he saw people running away down the hall. He felt a hot burning sensation on his left thigh. Still laying on the ground, he weakly looked down at it to see it was on fire.

"Aahh!" He screeched. He quickly took of his favorite blue sweatshirt and used it to put out the flames. He looked at his wound more closely, the burn looked real bad. It was only a second degree burn, and if it wasn't for his blue jeans, it would've been more severe. As much as it pained him to do so, he tried his best to stand up. When he got to his feet, he saw the flames engulfing the lunchroom. He looked to where Douglas was waiting in line when he last saw him. But all that was there was an overturned snack display, with bags of pretzels being burnt to a crisp.

"I gotta get out of here!" Kenneth thought. He took not three steps before falling to his knee in pain. But he needed to get out, the fire was not bad enough for the whole building to be on fire, but he was still in danger. He put his hand on his wound and limped his way down the hall, slammed his shoulder into the push-bar, and burst out the back door. When the sunlight hit his face and the fresh air hit his lungs, he felt a little better and felt a little safer. He walked forward and dropped to his knees on the back lawn still shocked by everything that just occurred.

"H-how could this happen?" he asked himself, "How could this have possibly happened?"

F.W.F. 12 ~Where is Noah?

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 09 Dec 2016 18:55:00 +0000

Kenneth fell to his knees. 'How could this happen?' He thought. 'How could this possibly happen?'

        "Kenny!" a voice shouted. Kenneth's eyes widened and he slowly turned his head to the left to see who was calling his name. It was his friend Douglas. Douglas had a terrified expression on his face. It was the same expression that Kenneth had. A face of terror and worry on a colossal scale.

        "Kenny, I've been looking all over for you! Are you alright?" Douglas asked dropping to his knees in front of his friend.

        "I'm- I'm fine." Kenneth groaned, looking down at his leg, with a very bad burn looking back at him.

        "You don't look fine," Douglas said. "Hold on I'll go get help." He got up and ran off to find medical supplies.

        Kenneth looked around and saw people: children and parents. Parents running to their children, and children running to their parents. He looked down at the burn on his leg. It stung like hell. 'Crap, where was Doug?' He thought.

        "Kenny," He looked over and saw Douglas running toward him, carrying a box. Doug set the box down on the ground and started rummaging through it. "H-Here!" Doug cried, pulling out a jar of burn cream. Kenneth put his hand on the cream but didn't accept it. He looked into Douglas's eyes through tears of pain.

        "Where is he?" He asked. "Where is Noah?"

F.W.F. 11 ~Splash!

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 02 Dec 2016 18:49:00 +0000

Joseph Luke Ellis has heterochromia, meaning his eyes are two different colors, one brown and one hazel. He was diagnosed at birth with ADHD reducing his chances of making friends. However he did manage to make one.
“Hey Joey!” a sharp voice spiked itself up from behind him, through the sea of students that attend Bolduc High. Joey was a senior there as was the tall, curly blonde-haired boy, with glasses walking toward him.

“Jasper!” Joey called, locking eyes with his best friend. Jasper silently pushed his way through the other kids who never payed attention to him, soon coming face to face with Joey.

Jasper fixed his glasses as they were constantly slipping off his face. What’s up?” he asked eagerly
“Not much, not much." Joey replied, running his fingers through his smooth brown hair. "You ready to head to class? It’s about to start.” Joey was super excited to start off the school day. Unlike most students Joey actually enjoyed school. He liked math, geography, but most of all he really enjoyed chemistry. Mixing two or more chemicals together to create something brand new was absolutely astonishing in his eyes.

"Yeah dude let's go!" Jasper said. Little did they know that today's class would change Joey's life forever.

F.W.F. 10 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 18 Nov 2016 19:28:00 +0000

Grady's body hit the floor like a Drowning Pool song. Bad joke I know, but sometime humor is the only thing that helps me cope with fear. I gasped in shock as Grady, or what was left of him, lay down on the ground with his sunglasses split in half.

"Who's there?" the man shouted, as he must've heard me gasp. "Get out here now!" he sounded pissed. Really pissed.

I slowly raised myself up and peeked around the corner. I stepped forward in attempts to surrender myself but before I could say anything, the man fired his weapon once more, this time at me. Luckily he wasn't a very good shot and he got me right in my shoulder.

"You've should've kept quiet kid, you probably would've survi-." Before he could finish his threat, he felt to the ground unconscious. I didn't see what had happened, I was bleed out badly and was about to pass out. The last thing I saw before I blacked out, was Grady's body lying in a glimmering, somewhat glowing pool of his own blood. And I stared into his dead, cold, bright blue eyes...

Which was weird because Grady's eyes were green.

....

"Jason... Jason, wake up!"

I awoke sitting upright in a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped tightly over my shoulder. My eyes wandered over to a nurse standing beside my bed and Shyla next to her crying.

"Jason Kordel, you're awake." the nurse said. At this, Shyla's head shot up and I saw her makeup running down her cheeks.

"Jason! You're okay!" she threw herself onto me sending a jolt of pain up my shoulder.

"Sh-Shyla, o-off... p-please." I managed to get the words out of my mouth. Shyla released me and the nurse said she would leave us alone now. She left the room and Shyla pulled a chair up next to my bed and sat down in it.

"So how are you feeling?" she asked. "I heard you got shot by that gas station mugger and he almost killed you.

I sat up to explain how Grady and I went to get snacks, when the nurse poked her head back inside,

"Jason, you have another visitor." she said calmly.

"O-okay?" I winched in pain as I re-positioned myself. And in struts a kid with short brown hair, and ear-to-ear grin, and a pair of black sunglasses plastered over his face.

Grady.

F.W.F. 9 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 11 Nov 2016 18:49:00 +0000

Ding Dong!

The bell chimed as we walked inside the gas station.

“...And how did your sister NOT know I was there? I mean my car was right there in your driveway!” Grady had been ranting about this for the past few minutes.

“Yeah, I don’t know man, sometimes she doesn’t see what’s right in front of her.” I replied.

“Hello boys, nice to see you again!” said the middle-aged asian man behind the counter.

“Hey Sam.” I said back. Sam, his wife, and his son had been running the gas station since Grady and I first started going there. We’d been to the station so many times, we were on first name basis with the people who work there.

“Hey, check it out!” Grady grabbed my arm and pulled me halfway across the store. He stood there grinning widely “They restocked the Cheese Puffs! And the white cheddar ones too!”

“I think they had to after you keep buying them out of stock every time you come here.” I told him looking at the stacks of individually wrapped Poptarts. I turned back to see Grady already piling half the stock of Cheese Puffs into his arms.

“What was that? I wasn’t listening.”

I sighed. “Yeah, I kinda figured that.”

At that moment I heard the cocking of a gun and a sharp voice screaming “Put the money in the bag!”

Grady and I turned around and peered over the shelves of junk food to see a man in a black ski mask pointing a gun at Sam. The pistol softly glimmering in the dim lights on the store. The black leather gloves on his hands absorbing all the light coming in from the window. Grady and I were in the back of the store so I don’t think he saw us. I ducked back down and looked back to Grady in completely afraid.

But Grady wasn’t. Grady didn’t look scared. He looked brave. His grin had faded into a tight frown of disapproval. His eyebrows, once raised up high in cheesy, puffy, joy, now tucked down firmly under his sunglasses. The bags he carried in his arms dropped to the floor and his hands clenched into fists. The man in the mask turned around upon hearing Grady’s bags drop.

“Who’s back there? Come out now!” he shouted.

“Grady what are you doing?” I whispered. “You’re gonna get us killed.”

“Just stay here.” Grady said with all the confidence in the world. He raised his hands above the shelves and popped his head into the robber’s view.

“Get out here.” he shouted thrusting his gun in Grady’s direction. Grady slowly walked out from behind the shelf and stood, hands held high.

“You really shouldn’t be doing this, you know.” Grady said, with a calm voice. I didn’t want the guy in the mask to see me so I moved silently down the aisle and peered through a gap between two giant, glimmering, jugs of apple juice. I squinted my right eye to see what was going down, and I was practically behind Grady, staring at the back of his head coated in short brown bristles and the tips of his sunglasses poked out from the side of his head, like small children peering around a corner.

“Oh yeah? Is that so? Well what exactly are you going to do to stop me?” the mugger asked loudly. Grady stood still, hands still raised, plotting his next move. And I knew exactly what he was about to do.

“No, Grady, no! Don’t do it!” I whispered. Alas, Grady did not hear my silent plea Grady snapped out of statue-mode and lunged forward in an attempt to disarm the man.

But Grady wasn’t fast enough, the man in the ski mask fired his weapon, send the bullet flying straight through Grady’s skull.

F.W.F. 8 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 04 Nov 2016 17:51:00 +0000

“JASON!”

I felt a strong force crash into my body and nearly knock me down to the floor. I look down to see my older sister, Shyla, hugging me tightly. I saw she had tears in her eyes.

“Shyla what’s wrong with you?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“It’s okay, Jason, I’ll be here for you, you don’t have to worry anymore!” She just kept rambling on nonsense about it ‘Going to be okay’.

“Shyla,” She looked down at me from at least one inch, she’d always been snoody about being taller than me, even though we are 4 years apart. She looked at me with her light milky blue eyes, brushing her long dark brown hair away from their field of vision.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“I have... okay?... No idea what you’re going on about!” I: told her slowly so that she could properly understand.

“Ohh, you’re so brave!” She said as she reeled me in for another hug. “Don’t worry I’ll help you get past this.” I struggled to tear her off of me. My sister had a grip like a lobster. Probably explains why she can’t keep a boyfriend, she probably kills them all with a ‘Death Hug’. I finally managed to pry her off of me and I moved back a bit, just out of her reach.

“Help me through what?” I asked, trying to brush off the stench of the fruity perfume she always wears off my favorite hoodie.

“Mom called me and told me what happened to Grady. I know how close you two were.” she choked up on the last sentence, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Well, we’re actually closer than you think.” I said gesturing to the sofa.

Grady’s sunglass-plastered mug slowly rose up from behind the back of the sofa and he let out a fake nervous laugh. “Ah-heh-heh… Hi Shyla.”

“You… you…,” Shyla was clearly at a loss for words. I reached my hand to touch her shoulder, but it was quickly slapped away. “You lied! You lied to Mom and Dad, and you lied to me!”

“No, no, no, no!” I pleaded as a backed away from my older sister’s blistering rage. “I genuinely thought he was dead! I was just as surprised as you were!”

“We’ve come to the conclusion that he dreamt it up.” Grady told her as he was hanging upside down over the back of the couch.

“Jason Andreas Kordel! You got everyone all worked up over nothing! When Mom and Dad hear about this, you are gonna be in so much trouble.” She took out her cellphone and stormed off into the kitchen to call our parents, leaving me once again alone with Grady.

“Andreas?” Grady laughed taking a sip from his energy drink. As his lips parted from the can, I could hear loud fizzing emanating from his drink. “Your middle name is Andreas?”

“Can it, Foster!” I shouted back to him.

“What’s Shyla’s middle name?” He asked leaning forward on his elbows against the head of the couch. “Please tell me it’s Buff.” He smiled, waiting eagerly for me to laugh at his crappy joke. “Get it? Shyla Buff? Shia Labeouf?”

“Oh ha ha. No, it’s May. Shyla May Kordel.” I replied.

“Huh. That actually has a nice ring to it.” Grady admitted. Just then, Shyla came back into the living room, angrier than ever.

“Alright, you got lucky. Mom and Dad are relieved that your friend isn’t dead, and they will be continuing their vacation.” She put her hand against her forehead and closed her eyes in frustration. “And they’re not even mad at you!”

“Well, then now that that’s cleared up…” I walked over to the front door and opened it. I gestured sharply out the door. “...leave.”

“Ex-cuse me?” Shyla snapped at me. “Give me three good reasons why I should.”

“Okay,” I said accepting her challenge, “1: You don’t live here anymore, 2: Grady’s not dead so you don’t have to ‘help me move on!’, and 3: You have absolutely nothing to do here. So once again,” I slammed my foot down, open the door wider and pointed even harder outside. “...leave!”

“Fine,” Shyla said picking up her keys and walking out the door, “Didn’t wanna be here anyway.” I slammed the door shut with one hand and gave a, “Good riddance.” as she left. I sat back down on the couch next to Grady. From outside we heard Shyla’s car start up and drive away.

“You know, uhh, Jason?” Grady said in an awkward, almost with admittance in his voice, “We also have absolutely nothing to do here.”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “You’ve got a point, there.” The two of us sat in silence waiting for the other to come up with an idea for something for us to do. Finally Grady spoke up and pitched an idea the would eventually because the worst one that we’d ever make.

“Wanna go down to the gas station and grab some snacks?”

Priscilla and the Wimps

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 04 Nov 2016 14:55:00 +0000

"Hey!" Monk yelled from inside his locker. "Hey someone let me out!" All of his Kobra buddies had ran off scared after Priscilla shoved him in there leaving him completely alone.

"Hello? Anyone?" Monk banged on the locker door shouting for help.

"Monk?" a voice called from down the hall.

"Yes! Hello!" he cried out. "Help I'm stuck in this locker!"

The voiced scoffed "Serves you right."

"What?" Monk peered through the slots in the locker to see a boy standing front of the locker looking back at him. "You're not gonna help me?"

"You don't remember me do you?" the boy said.

"Not really no. Should I?" Monk said with a sneer.

"Michael Maresh. Last week you stole my money for a 'Loser Tax', and had one of your goons throw me down and entire flight of stairs."

"Sounds vaguely familiar." Monk said. "So are you gonna get me out or what?"

"How about no." Michael told him. "Seeing you stuck in this locker is the best thing that ever happened to me."

"You're just gonna leave me here?" Monk yelled.

"It crossed my mind," Michael replied. "But now it's seeming to be a more favorable option. Better bundle up Monk. I heard there's a snow storm coming!"

If Michael had a microphone, this is where he would've dropped it. He walked away from Monk, smiling to himself. And feeling so lucky, that he left his locker unlocked.

F.W.F 7 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 21 Oct 2016 18:07:00 +0000

Standing in my doorway was Grady. Completely unharmed and not a single hair out of place. I dropped the knife and stammered:

“G-G-G-Grady??”

“Yeah, J-J-J-Jason.” he replied, mocking my stuttering voice. “Whyyy, do you have a knife?”

“Grady, how are you even here right now?” I asked frantically.

“Uhh, I drove here.” Grady gestured back to his undamaged 2011 Mitsubishi Lancer sitting in my driveway.

“What? How did? You… You died!” I yelled in his face.

“WHAT!?” Grady took a step back in confusion and disbelief. “What are you talking about?”

I took a few steps closer to him. I weakly raised my hand and flicked him in the nose. My fingers collided with solid skin and squishy flesh, indicating that he really was standing in front of me.

“Ouch!” Grady groaned. “What’s wrong with you??” He then flicked me back in the ear, which hurt, even further proving him being real.

“Grady, last night, we went to Cadaver’s Slope to race, and you went flying off the side of the cliff, I went down to find you and... and…” I struggled to say it, I was standing right in front of him after all. “...you died Grady, in my arms.”

Grady just stood there, in silence, processing everything I had just told him. I saw him shake slightly as a shiver ran up his spine. But he quickly shook it off.

“Whoa dude, I don’t know what you’re on but it sounds pretty good.” he joked.

"What? Grady, no!" I took him by the shirt. "I'm not making it up!"

"I'm not saying you are,"Grady said calmly removing my hands from the collar of his white V-neck. "It sounds to me like you had an extremely vivid dream. One so specific and clear that it seemed to be real."

I struggled to comprehend what he just told me. Was this true? I was up all week playing DeadRock 2, my favorite video game. I never got much sleep, so I went to bed early that night. I didn’t think I’d get any more information with him standing in my doorway, so I told him to come in and he took a seat on my couch.

“Do you want something to drink?” I offered.

“You got any energy drinks?” he asked. Grady pretty much lived off the stuff, you could open his bedroom door and it would only open half way due to the mountainous pile of Red Bull cans blocking the way. You know how the human body is about 65% water? I think Grady’s body is 65% Monster energy drink.

“All we have is the cheap off-brand stuff.” I told him.

“That’s fine I guess.” He stretched himself out on the couch and I gave him a can of ‘Super Fury’. I sat down in the recliner next to him and I layed back.

“Do you really think it all could’ve been a dream Grady?” I asked.

“It has to be, I’m still alive aren’t I? And I don’t remember dying.” his argument did seem to make a lot of sense.

“Look, let’s apply Occam's Razor to this situation.” he said sitting up and adjusting his sunglasses. “The simplest answer is often the correct one right?”

“Right”

“So there is a possibility that somehow, I died, and was magically resurrected by a… witch… or something, but have no memories of what happened and my memories from last night were replaced by some… fantasy, or you either imagined the whole thing, or dreamt it up.”

Grady was an idiot, but he wasn’t dumb. Grady was actually one of the smartest people in our school. Sure he made stupid choices and did dumb stuff, Grady was the type of person who would happily eat a scorpion for anyone who’d bet him a dollar he couldn’t. But at the same time, Grady was an endless fountain of facts and knowledge.

“Yeah that sounds more likely.” I said as I slouched back in my recliner. “Hey,” I said to Grady, “What did happen last night?” Grady’s face lost its smile and he layed back down on the couch.

“I don’t know, nothing really.” he said, “Watched TV, played video games, normal stuff I do every night.”

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock!

Our heads shot up and spun around to see behind us. I was caught completely off guard by a sharp rapid knocking at my front door. Grady turned and looked back at me.

“You expecting someone?” he whispered.

“Not that I know of.” I whispered back.

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock!

“Well,” I said nervously, “Better go see who it is.” I stood up from my chair and slowly walked to the front door. Grady shrunk behind the sofa as though he were hiding from an murderer. I gently turned the knob and swung the door wide open.

And I felt like I was just hit by a train.

F.W.F. 6 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 14 Oct 2016 17:50:00 +0000

My hands shook like an earthquake as I slowly reached for my phone. I winced as I peeked at the screen, hoping it wasn’t true. But it was, it actually was from him. It read:

Hey Jason, You wanna hang out today?

I didn’t know what to reply with. There were only two possibilities: Grady either performed the greatest magic trick ever, and came back from the dead, or someone stole his phone. I had to know for sure. I had to ask him something only Grady would know.

Grady, do you remember how we met?

I knew this would work, the only people who knew the answer were the two of us, my parents and Grady’s mom. Grady’s father had died a long while back when Grady was only a year old. He had a heart attack, and didn’t pull through. I was thinking about Grady’s dad and how awful it must’ve been for him, growing up without a father, or even remembering who he was.

Brr! Brr! “Grady” had replied. And I was shocked with what I saw.

Of course I do. Well, from my perspective at least. I was about six, and I was playing in the sandbox in my backyard, and all of a sudden, I heard a knocking coming from the other side of the wooden fence. So naturally, I knocked back. And you were so surprised. You yelled, “Who’s There!” And I said “My name’s Grady” and you said “I’m Jason” One thing lead to another, and we eventually became best friends. Why?

I couldn’t believe it. Everything he said was actually true. I was banging a stick against the wooden fence in my backyard and Grady started knocking back. We talked to each other from different sides of the fence and eventually became buddies. Grady moved away one day, but it wasn’t very far, and we were still best friends. This was seriously starting to scare me.

Brr! Brr! I got another text.

Whatever man, I’m on my way over.

“Wait, What!” I screamed. This took me so much by surprise that I fell off my bed and landed sharply onto the floor with a thud.

I was freaking out! Grady, or whoever took Grady’s phone, was on his way over to my house. I had no clue what to do. Was I going crazy? My dead best friend is coming over to my house. Was I so traumatized, by my friend dying in front of me that I had imagined that whole conversation? I rubbed my eyes and looked at my phone, concentrating on the screen to ensure that I was truly seeing what I was seeing. And I was seeing Grady’s name. Grady Jordan Foster, sent me three text messages the day after he died.

I threw myself out of bed and ran into my living room. I didn’t know what to do. I had to prepare for the worst, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and hid behind my front door. Grady only lived a block away so I didn’t have a lot of time before “he” got here. I held the knife dangerously close to my body, so close in fact that I had almost cut myself.

It wasn’t long at all before I heard a knock on the door. I stood frozen with fear, gripping the knife even tighter. Another impatient knock exploded from my front door. I slowly reached for the doorknob with a trembling hand. Slowly turning the knob, I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. I swung the door open, and my jaw just about hit the floor.

F.W.F. 5 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Wed, 12 Oct 2016 22:10:00 +0000

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Chapter 2

Green.

Grady’s eyes were green. I know that now, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. After Grady died in my arms, an ambulance showed up along with a single police officer. Our town is very small and isn’t deserving of the title “City”, So one police officer was the best they could do. The officer pulled me aside and took a statement from me. I told him everything that happened from start to finish. I tried my best to keep calm, but for God’s sake, my friend just died! In my arms no less. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man from the ambulance standing over Grady’s body and an older man crouched beside him. The older man took Grady’s arm and pressed two of his fingers against his wrist. He looked at the man from the ambulance and shook his head.

I assumed the the older man was the coroner who had just pronounced Grady dead. The sight of that happening made my eyes burst with streams of tears. Grady, my best friend that I’ve known since we were only six years old, now dead right in front of my eyes. I couldn’t stand it. The officer thanked me, patted my back and walked away.

After that, I holed myself up in my room, I didn’t talk to anyone, I didn’t eat, I didn’t get much sleep. I just shut the door, turned off the lights, and layed in my bed. My parents went on a personal vacation in Mexico for a few weeks so I it was just me in my house, aside from my older sister who comes by every now and then to check up on me.

‘But who was the guy in the suit?’ I kept asking to myself.

After the officer took my statement, and the ambulance guy loaded Grady’s body into the vehicle, I had wiped my tears and turned to get back to my car. But when I got there, I looked behind me and down the mountain, I saw an important looking man in a black suit talking very sternly and seriously to the ambulance driver, officer, and coroner. He showed them his badge to prove he was legit, but I was too far away to see what it was. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but as I was holed up in my room I had a lot of time to think. And one of the things that I had realized, was that everyone there had their part to play and was supposed to be there, the officer, the ambulance driver, the coroner, everyone, except for the guy in the suit. I just didn’t make sense.

And to make it worse, no one cares. One would think with our City being so small, people would notice if one person went missing. I told all of our common friends, and they blew me off, like I was making it up. I told my parents and at least they had a decent reaction, they said they wanted to come home, but the airports were shut down for whatever reason, I wasn't really paying attention.

So there I was, lying in my bed in the dark, completely unaware of the horror that I was about to receive.

Brrr! Brrr! My phone vibrated on my nightstand, notifying me that I had just received a text message. I had assumed it was one of my friends asking me if I was okay. So I picked it up and looked at the screen.

I gasped. My eyes went wide, and I dropped my phone face down onto my shag carpeted bedroom floor.

It was from Grady.

F.W.F. 4 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Wed, 12 Oct 2016 22:10:00 +0000

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“GRADY!”

I slam the breaks so fast, I nearly snap my neck. I jumped out of the car and I went barreling down the behemoth of a mountain as fast as I could to the bottom and starting shouting for my friend.

“Grady! GRADY!” I shoved my way through the heavily brushed area around the bottom of the slope. A vast majority of the trees there have been dead even before Grady and I could even say the word ‘tree’. I continued to search as I got poked and stabbed in the sides by dead branches and itchy bushes.

“...Ja...sssooonn.”

It was weak and very faint, but I heard it. I darted around and pushed through the last section of trees before coming upon the crash sight.

The first thing I saw was Grady’s car, upside-down, with every window smashed and cracked in their own different way. The front tire was broken off and had rolled away about 15 feet. The second thing that caught my eye was a dark glistening puddle. I bent down to touch it as it seemed to draw me in. I slowly dipped my fingers into the puddle and as I felt the warmth that it provided me, I reeled back in both horror and disgust as I had realized what it was.

“G-Gra-dy’s b……. blood-d??” I had hung onto that last word for a few seconds as I didn’t want it to be true.

“Jay?”

“Grady!” I turned to my friend. I didn’t see him lying right next to where I was crouched, but now that I found him, and my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I could see him clearly. He was laying in an awkward position, as if time had frozen on someone who was busting out crazy moves on the dance floor. The right lens of his sunglasses was shattered leaving shards of brown glass jutting dangerously close to his eye. A small stream of blood ran trickled down from the corner of his mouth. His $7 video game t-shirt was torn in several places exposing a larger gash on his side that was spitting out far more amounts of blood.

“Grady, It’s okay, I got you b-buddy.” I told him while choking through my own tears. I took off my sweatshirt and pressed it against his wound in a poor attempt to stop the bleeding. I held the back of his head, accidentally staining his hair with his own blood. It seemed to be glowing the way the moonlight was bouncing off of it.

“Grady you’re going to be fine, I’m calling an ambulance.” I told him. I don’t think I’ve ever pulled my cell phone out of my pocket as fast as I did at that moment. I rapidly typed 9-1-1, I can distinctly remember pushing those three buttons. I've never had to press those three buttons in that exact order before. And before this I had hoped that I would never need to.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” The lady asked politely.

“My best friend is dying! I need an ambulance!” My eyes watered up as I said it out loud, ‘My best friend is dying.’ The woman quickly asked for the address and I fumbled to tell her the actual name of Cadaver’s Slope that nobody uses.

“Bolduc Mountain” I said. She informed me that she’d have an ambulance at my location in 5-9 minutes,

I turned to my friend who was barely breathing and bleeding out quickly, “You hear that Grady? You're gonna be fine, help is on the way you’re gonna be fine.” I don’t know how many times I told him that, I just kept repeating it over and over again, ‘You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine.’

“Ah-gehh-ooh-weh.” he faintly whispered.

“What? What was that Grady?” I leaned in closer to Grady so I could hear him better. He smiled in his signature way and he whispered in my ear:

“I guess you win.”

And with that, His eyes glazed over, and I felt Grady’s body go limp.

F.W.F. 3 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Wed, 12 Oct 2016 22:09:00 +0000

Undead

Ring! Ring! I roll over in my bed to look at the bright screen of my phone and my best friend’s phone number printed across the top.

I answer and say: “What’s up Grady?” while sitting up and scratching my back. I hear his excited voice come in roughly though my phone’s speakers.

“Dude, Jason! You comin’ to race tonight or what?” he said excitedly. Grady and I had a fascination for drag racing and just racing in general. The two of us met up regularly to challenge each other.

"Sure man," I replied. "When and where?"

"Right now, Cadaver's Slope." he said with a devious tone in his voice.

"Cadaver's Slope?! Are you crazy?!" I yelled into my phone. "13 people have died racing up there, that's how it got the name Cadaver's Slope."

"What's the matter Jason?" Grady boasted into the phone. "Are ya scared?" He then let out a light chuckle.

"No I'm not scared," I replied, "I'd just rather not die."

"Well, if you don't show then you forfeit the competition and I win. Because you have five wins, and I have five, so If you don't show, you lose, mate." And he hung up. He didn't need to talk to me anymore. He knew he had me in the bag. He knew I couldn't risk losing to him.

I tucked my phone into my pocket, slipped on my favorite black boots, headed outside, and hopped into the driver's seat of my 2012 Honda Civic.

As I drove down the road to Cadaver’s slope, I kept thinking to myself, I was an idiot for caving in, and Grady was an idiot for picking somewhere like Cadaver’s Slope for a race. I kept thinking I should turn around, go home, and watch a movie or something like that. But for some reason, as much as I wanted to turn around, I couldn’t. As much as I wanted to go home, I didn’t. And as much as I wanted Grady to pick somewhere else to race, he wouldn’t.

I pulled up to Cadaver’s Slope only to see Grady’s stupid smiley face standing in my headlights. His medium-length brown hair blowing slightly in the wind, and his signature black sunglasses plastered over his eyes. One would think he had them surgically attached to his face the way he has them on all the time. If you had asked me what color eyes he had, I couldn’t tell you to save my life. Strange thing that is, you could know someone your entire life, but when someone asks you what color eyes they have, you are left speechless and scratching your head. But judging by his brown hair and his somewhat light skin tone, I’d imagine they’d be brown.

I get out of my car and slam the door. As I’m trudging up to Grady, who was leaning against his 2011 Mitsubishi Lancer, he pockets his phone and walks to meet me halfway.

“Well, well, well,” Grady said in his smooth-toned voice. “Look who actually decided to show up.” Honestly it was a mystery to me how someone that good-looking could not have a girlfriend. And then I remembered why.

“Grady you are an idiot, you know that?” I told him sternly.

“What’cha mean?”

“Not only are you going to risk your own life to try and race up Cadaver’s Slope, but you’ve also dragged me into doing it to.” A devilish smirk grew across Grady’s face as he extended his right index finger and poked me in the nose.

“I didn’t drag you into anything. I invited you, mocked you, and you came.” he said. I smacked his finger off of my face, and ran my hand through my disheveled black hair.

“Yeah I guess you have a point.” I said. Grady reached out his hand and waited for me to shake it.

“So, You ready to race or what?” he asked. I took his hand confidently and answered:

“Hell, yeah.”

…

Cadaver’s Slope, the number one deadliest racing spot in our hometown of Seameet City, or probably even the county or possibly the whole state. Do you want to know what makes it so dangerous? Think of it this way, you are traveling up a 35° slope at 60, 70, 80 MPH, and all of a sudden, you hit a 90° turn onto flat road. Most people will not be able to slow down in time, and go flying off the side of the cliff. That’s why it’s so dangerous.

Even so, here I am, side by side my best friend (him on the left, and me on the right), behind the wheel of my car about to go racing up to the top.

“You ready for this?” He shouts out of the window.

“Not especially.” I shout back.

“Good! On the count of three…” Grady stares at me, and I look back at him in anticipation.

I could feel the pressure of a life-threatening race manifest itself into a physical form as salty beads of sweat running down my forehead and the back of my neck.

“1,2,3, GO!” Grady said all at once, and as soon as he did he slammed on the gas and took off.

I was not caught off guard. Maybe a few months ago when we first started racing, but not anymore he’s done that so many times that it has become the norm. So I put the pedal to the metal, and took off only a split second after he did.

Grady’s Lancer had a top speed that was higher than that of my Civic, but neither of us had ever gone that fast, so even though his car goes faster, we tend to keep the same speed and keep the races fair.

We were nearly neck and neck as I looked out my window and gave Grady a little taunt before gassing it and stealing the lead from him. I didn’t see his reaction, as the night was too dark, I just had to hope he saw me.

It was just a matter of seconds before Grady caught up to me, and the turn was coming up fast. I took a deep breath in, deep breath out and… turned! I took my foot of the gas and slammed it onto the break, then yanked the wheel around and skidded around the turn. I did it, I was safe.

I breathed a huge sigh of relief and I looked behind me to make fun of Grady. But what I saw when I looked behind me was a sight I will never be able to forget. Even when I'm 90 years old with amnesia and Alzheimer's, I would still be able to remember the horrid event that fell upon my eyes that night.

In the pale moonlight, I saw Grady’s Lancer fail to slow down in time, as Grady didn’t take his foot off the gas. His car skidded onto it’s two left wheels and hung on for what seemed like eternity, before going completely over the edge and disappearing from sight.

Hard

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Mon, 03 Oct 2016 18:05:00 +0000

Do you know what is extremely hard? Trying to write a story about "water" and "disposal". I had no good ideas when I was given this prompt. For disposal, I though about writing a scary story about a man who hears creepy noises coming from his garbage disposal, reaches h=in and pulls out blood. But once that was out of paper, it was really bad.

I didn't even KNOW what to do for water. I thought to write about someone who has an ability to manipulate water, and have an infinite amount of it at his disposal. But that would be too confusing and take too long to explain.

Oh well, I'm sure I'll think of something.

F.W.F. 2 ~Undead

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Fri, 16 Sep 2016 17:57:00 +0000

Undead

Chapter 1

(1)

Ring! Ring! I roll over in my bed to look at the bright screen of my phone and my best friend’s phone number printed across the top.

I answer and say: “What’s up Grady?” while sitting up and scratching my back. I hear his excited voice come in roughly though my phone’s speakers.

"Sure man," I replied. "When and where?"

"Right now, Cadaver's Slope." he said with a devious tone in his voice.

"Cadaver's Slope?! Are you crazy?!" I yelled into my phone. "13 people have died racing up there, that's how it got the name Cadaver's Slope."

All About Me

noreply@blogger.com (Kid Nightmare) — Tue, 13 Sep 2016 18:23:00 +0000

All About Me

My name is Kellan, I am a senior in high school. I like to draw, make YouTube videos, and listen to music. In my free time I like to create, draw, and write stories for my own superheroes.