James was flying down the hill faster than he ever had before. He was still a little sore from his fall the day prior. This was only his third time skiing. He was dressed in a santa suit; it was the one day each year that happiness ruled the land. But soon would be the day of destruction. Everyone could taste the dred in their apple pie. But with a scoop of ice cream mixed with orange juice it would all taste better. James mom said that it would be better if James would go for a walk to help the pain go away. James left, taking the dog with him. While they were walking the dog decided to chase a cow and ended up falling into a deep hole. Then soon after the police and fire departments arived to rescue the dog. After rescuing the dog out of the hole they all went down to the ski lodge to celebrate! With too many drunk santas, you know something else had to go wrong. As one of them left the bar he realized that one of his friends was missing. He turned around and realized he was having a dream. “James get up”, he could hear in the conscious part of his mind. “You have been in the bathtub for six and a half hours”, his mom yelled again. “For crying out loud, you’re 37 years old.” James finally came to his senses. He really was in the bathtub. He realized that he had been dreaming, and then realized that his mom was staring at him, laying in the tub. He thought that was wierd so he asked her to leave. After she left he got out and dried off. He hadn’t shaved in over a week….

Mike glanced up, his head having been down for several hours now. the light blinded him, his head ached, suddenly he felt a jolt.
But it was only the wind that startled him or was it? as he tried to see clearly again he could smell burning flesh. It had worked but not well enough. the mutant was slowly crawling towards him. Then the cra
ash of a thunder cloud overhead made them both look up. When he brought his eyes back down it was gone. He took a moment to wonder if it had even been there. He chuckled weakly. Probably not. Just the head injury talking. Gingerly touching
the bedrail he climbed out of bed. “These hallucinations are going to be the death of me I swear” Mike grumbled. Then he remembered a faint memory. A woman standing
in the rain. Oddly enough it was raining outside. He was starting to visualize the woman more now. She was wearing an orange dress, the rain hadn’t dampered its brightness. She was waiting for him, but why. He moved to the window to
get a better view, he lost his footing and tumbled head first out of the window and onto the porch. As he glanced to his right, he saw the garden rake propped against the railing. He knew that this would be his only chance. He leapt for the tool knowing that it was now or never. with
the rake in hand he jumped to his feet, his eyes darting around. “there” he spotted the woman in the orange dress. her eyes pierced through him like those of medusa, he felt cold and wanted to die. No he told himself you must fight it. “I do” he said and the preacher said “you may now kiss the bride”

Brad sat in the secluded, dark subway, etching away in his notebook, or more precisely, at it. He glanced at his watch. He noticed that it was exactly four in the afternoon. It was almost time.
This would be his last will and testament to the world. His anger and jealousy to be forever in this little notebook for the world to see! It was true he was the creator of the virus that killed half of the U.S. population and turned another quarter of the population into zombies with a real chip on their shoulder.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, something moved. No, he thought. How could they have followed me? In an instant, he jumped towards the now approaching subway car, the sound of snarling zombies swarming in from the many corridors. In his haste, he failed to notice the scattered newspapers below on the cold, concrete floor, and slipped to the ground–sealing his fate.

Charles couldn’t figure it all out. Why would someone break into the barn, kill all the chickens and steal the wheels

Jim looked down the road towards the big ominous building in the distance. Its’ massive size seemed overpowering, especially since Jim is only three feet tall. Everything was large to him. That dumb driver said it would only be a five minute walk, but it took the little guy over an hour. He was only three feet becuse his legs had been amputated about the knee, making walking obviously slow. but nevertheless, he and his bloody stumps trudged along. Finally, Jim, aka Stumpy, reached the building with bloody sumps. The sign read closed. His journey had been a waste. He decided it wasn’t worth it to go back the way he came. “I’ll never return,” he said, “it’s just too difficult to travel that far.” So there he sat, never to move again.

Group free writing Story

There she sat, a large, fat, bulldog named Rita. She hated the heat and it was the middle of summer. She moaned and rolled over as she tried to move herself. “Come on you fat lard!” exclaimed Rick, her equally overweight owner. “We hadn’t got all day!” The two began to stroll slowly. They slowly made their way down the dusty road towards the figure in the distance. As they drew closer, the figure pulled out a Baby Ruth and offered it to Rita. “Baby Ruth?” said the figure gesturing at the candy bar. It was so hot out that the candy bar was tempting. So tempting Rita are it, the man holding it and then as she turned to ear her overweight owner, he had already pulled out his gun and quickly shot her and left her there to get eaten by the buzzards.

Falling 3500 feet, Billy Joel knew for sure his time had arrived to meet his maker. He thought, “Ahh, what the hell, it’s about my time anyhow.” Billy Joel was an old man, dangerous behind the wheel. He had his license revoked but that didn’t stop him. He loved the open road and the freedom that driving gave him. Billy loved to drive fast, but this time was different. He had his car up to speeds of 120 mph, not to mention he had just learned he was dying of cancer. Should he slow down and live or go careening off the cliff ahead? He decided to slow down and use what little time he had left to raise the little rabbits he loved. He had all different breeds, but his favorite was the floppy, and even more, there was Charlotte. The love he had for the rabbits made him live a little longer by driving down the road and escape the temptation of driving off the cliff. He soon got home and found out that all his rabbits were stolen and were being sold out on the street by the wife of the man who stole them. He ran towards them but failed because his leg gave out from underneath him. His granddaughter came running out of the house telling him that the rabbits had been stolen. Billy then told her to go inside and tell her brother to call the police and bring his shotgun out to him so he could get his rabbits back before the police arrived. He didn’t have time to do anything he would have regretted before the police got there. This was a good thing because he got all of his rabbits back and didn’t have to get in trouble by using his gun to get them back. After that long day, he decided to live the more simple life and get back in his car and drive 3500 feet up the mountain again and try to cannonball into the rocks below. He got to the top, jumped off and said, “What the hell,” and then splattered on the rocks. He found himself lying at the foot of his bed. It was all just a dream.

Started by Kevin Sorensen

George and Marge were on a four day cruise, theyawaked from a good nights sleep, left their cabin to go to breakfast. They left the room and found out that the chef was not cooking breakfast the morning. They said he was offf fishing and left the other guy incharge, that guy fell asleep late and had not woken up yet. They found out he had gotten drunk the night before. This was the reason for all the confusion. The food never made ot to the decks which made the peolple aboard very angry, in fact one passenger yelled out “let’s eat the creman. Besides, half of them were to blame for the lack of food.” Another lady yelled” Yah I want some meat.” They all ran as a mass headed to the crew quarters with forks and knifes in hand. As the crew heard them coming they tried to block the door the best they could to avoid the impending doom. They were no match for the angry mob. With forks in hand they stormed the crew quarters. As they broke through the door they were arroused to even more anger, the crew was sitting around enjoying a large buffet of food. The crew was sick of the arrougant guests and agreed to them back, they would not serve them breakfast and wanted the passengers to serve them. They told the passengers that the only way they would be given any food was if they wore the crews’ uniforms and reversed roles. After a days’ work they would be given bread and water. The passengers were to also provide all entertainment, such as a singing and dancing show, they were given 2 hours to separate into the appropriate groups.