Sunny Day By Anika Habluetzel
It was a sunny day with that autumn breeze. The leaves were crunchy scattered and fallen. The Columbia Gorge gets this magical feeling in the fall. Trees are orange, red and yellow. Leaves fall from the sky like snow. Dawn drove through the windy road belting her favorite Lady Gaga song.This was her favorite time of the year, halloween. This was the first time she’s been to the little red house her grandparents lived in since they passed away.
Dawn took the last turn and pulled in the driveway, the little red house that she once remembered was off. Stopping the car and walking up to the little house she saw decrepit features and a dark somber interior that seemed almost lifeless, kind’ve like that dead feeling…everything is off but it’s the same thing.
Walking inside the house was overwhelmingly difficult as there was the most rotten smell oddly suiting the house. She heard scraping noises in the walls. “Probably rats” she told herself but the scrapes turned to shuffles and the sound of grumbles in the distance grew closer, and that invasive odor filling her body making her cringe.. “Is anyone home?” Dawn stuttered.
Retorted back to her was the unlively sound of pure death, *tap* *tap* *tap*
She turned to see a creature at the sliding glass door. But it wasn’t a person. It had body parts missing, no hair, no teeth.
Tamolitch Alyssa Wheeler
Alyssa presses her bare foot in the warm sand. She wears a blue bathing suit, and the sun is warm on her skin. Cedars grow by the river, and the water is blue and clear. The water splashes, people swimming and jumping in the water. People put on their speakers and listen to “Ooouuu.” Alyssa’s belly feels full from all the ice cream. A crow flys through the beautiful blue sky.
Suddenly a cold breeze waves through Alyssa’s long dark hair. More crows fly around. Growling coming from the trees behind Aylssa. She turns to see someone limping from the woods, jean ripped and his white T-shirt covered with blood, creeping towards Alyssa. “Are you okay?” she asks.
“GROOOWWWLLL!” The creature bites into her shoulder.
John and his friend Tyrece sat down on a rock. They saw a squirrel run across the street which startled the two. The sun was setting. The cool breeze was in John’s hair when he took his Steelers cap off. He scooped the ice cream out of the paper cup. It tasted super sweet, just like cotton candy.
It was really quiet.
They heard a loud scream just down H street. A strange figure walked towards them, blood dripping down its face. It looked like something straight from a movie. It was super freaky. It walked like its leg was broken and it had bloody torn-up blue jeans and a flannel shirt ripped to pieces.
They walked towards it to investigate.
By Grace H. Stearns
You press your bare foot onto the cool, damp sand. The tide nips at the tips of your toes.
Standing still, you look out at the ocean that seemingly goes on forever, mingling with the already pitch-black coastline. You smell the sharp, salty scent of the ocean, stinging the back of your throat. The only sound is the soft lapping of the waves.
The waves turn harsh, the ocean churning, and suddenly a figure appears. Through the mist, you can see something, as dark as the sky. A swan, κύκνος, in the distance. It passes by, without a sound, and disappears. The waters relax, as if nothing happened, and you’re alone once again.
Disbelief in tranquility
By Ashton Thomas
The sky is an entrancing playful blue, fading away into a passionate rage of orange and yellow, slowly burning into an implosion of color melding into the sky. Ashton walks farther from the dock. His mother stands a little ways from him looking for stones or “gems” as she would say to add to her ever-growing mountain of stones. The day seems seeming especially quiet, almost haunting. The towers of stone and glass of downtown Portland in the distance stand tall and proud watching over their domain. The dock lays out in front of Ashton in all of its humble rotting glory, shadowed over by the fiery raging glow of the sunset. Rotting decrepit planks of the dock, just like what’s to come.
The ripples in the water crawl their way up the shore.
A person skulks up onto the shore behind his mother…no not a person…with closer inspection Ashton sees dead features, a bloated body, sunken eyes, and he gets that nauseating feeling you get when something is just too grimacing too look at. Something was horribly wrong.
Throwing his words at his mother “MOM!”, he watches her drop and scream in agony at the thing shredding away at her calf. Rushing to help her, Ashton calls out as loud as he can although knowing it’s already far too late. He grabs a large stone and smashes the creature’s skull seven or eight times with pure fury and relentlessness. Cold, lifeless, inhuman is what would be used to describe the both of them at this point, seeing his mother fall over, foam pouring from her mouth.
Standing there, the whole world stops, tears pouring from his face he sees out of his periferal her fingers twitching and hope fills his heart. Seeing her start to lurch and twitch and then when realization of this grimacing sight hits him, fight or flight kicking in he bolts back to the car knowing that the fighters, the heroes, always die.
Tears drips from his face as he sits now alone in the car, looking around for anything of use to help him get back home, or if needed. A weapon. He scrambles through bits of paper and trash in the glovebox and the center console looking for anything of use. Hearing smacks against the glass and struggling moans Ashton sees dead people..huddling the car all around him, he braces himself knowing he’s trapped. He grabs the latch and unlocks the door knowing there’s only one way out.
By Dakota Cuddeford
Dakota stands at the edge of a dock in the shade on a sunny summer afternoon fishing. The dock is warm as the summer sun, the wood brown as a telephone pole. The white clouds float across the blue sky. A chill wind blows on his skin.
A black shadow creeps under the brown boards of the dock. And a hand reaches up on the dock. The fingers are webbed.
The shadow slips back underwater and Dakota hopes it went away.
Then he hears the wood crack CRACK CRACKING.
La Pine (Third person)
By Trystin Santana M. Lim
Jared wears a blanket sitting outside on the porch. The cold is sitting on his arms and face. He smells fresh rain. Oak trees dance with the wind in the front yard. Rain drops on a metal roof.
The street lights click out one by one.
Jared’s left in nothing but pure blackness.
One light flickers on and beneath it stands a tall dark figure. He stares at Jared with big wide eyes.
by Ezra Russell
Dylon’s at New Urban High School, typing up this story. And he wants to go home. He hates the taste of these cherry suckers. He looks around at the four walls. One is green, but he thought it was blue. Chris Travis & Bones are screaming in his headphones. The other Jim is in the background: the loaded cannon. The clock is ticking: 1:56. The sky is blue outside. The leaves are green, orange, yellow, and red.
A pale figure appears in the doorway, blood dripping on her white apron. As she enters the room, the air fills with the odor of dead bodies. She bites into Jim’s head.
By Gwen Andreasen-VanOtten
Gwen’s outside standing in a circle, all of her friends are here. They’re all laughing and dancing to the music in the background. It’s a chilly late night at the end of summer. She looks up and sees the night sky. People come in and out of the garage. She sees her best friends Rhi, Bear, and Allen. The boys are wearing their snapbacks like always. Rhi and Gwen are in bummy, warm clothes just like every other day, talking to each other and laughing. It’s getting colder, and Gwen only has socks on, feeling the cold cement, still standing outside the garage. Everyone’s in a good mood, telling stories talking about old times and enjoying life.
A warm breath came down Gwen’s neck.
It suddenly got uncomfortably quiet, and a loud mysterious screech broke the silence. The garage slammed shut.
The boys Bear and Allen couldn’t seem to open it, like someone had locked it. They started panicking, and then heard an engine coming from behind them and turned around.
A black shadow-like creature in the driver’s seat stared straight at every single one of them. The scary shadow poured out of the car and crawled towards Gwen, her friends, and the garage. Everyone was stunned in shock, but as it got closer it went only for the garage. The creature used its black slimy disturbing arms to swing it open.
After it had open the garage door it gave them all one glance and slowly crept away and drifted off into the darkness.
To this day none of them know what happened; it is still yet to be discovered.
by Bear Treat
Brandon presses his bare foot on the hot concrete, back dripping sweat from the hot car ride. He has tasty Hi-Chew candy in his mouth and takes a whiff of the fresh air. Brandon’s girlfriend, his mom and her boyfriend are all blowing up floaties. The only noise is the air going into their floaties and families going rafting. The light blue sky contrasts the big oak trees. He steps in the river, the water cold as ice in a cooler.
A dead silence suddenly occurs, and one slim figure rises from the water, his face is pale as a ghost. Water flows from his eye sockets. Stepping closer to Brandon, he raises his bone hands.
Dozens of skulls and bones pop out of the water.
created by Primrose
One starry night, there was oak tree and lakes and stars a thousand miles around no lights what so ever. It was dark and rainy Primrose couldn’t see or sleep so she listened to “Chains” by Nick Jonas on my headphones. Next thing you know she hears screams of her parents shouting “BEAR.”
And then silence.
There was blood everywhere, but no sign of her parents.
By Lia Davis
Madison was alone in the corn maze, tired, cold and hungry. She saw the big bright moon in the sky but she couldn’t see her Converses in the shadows. The corn stalks smelled like tamales, and she could almost taste her grandma’s pumpkin pie waiting at home. A coyote howled somewhere in the maze.
Out of the darkness growled a big furry creature, eyes big as a wolf’s, teeth sharp as shark teeth. It lunged at Madison.
Ashton is standing at the very top of the stadium, looking at giant lights in the sky. It’s towards the the end of the football game, the last quarter, and people are yelling and talking. He hears the pitter patter of rain and smells the scent of hot dogs. He has a Rockstar, that weird taste of a Rockstar. He’s freezing because his bones are skinny.
The lights flash out. It’s utter darkness.
Ashton started to hear squeaking and the screams of frightened people. They turned pale as if they had seen a ghost.
He sees a giant claw ripping off the stadium awning.
Lincoln City By Issac M. Barnett
Mark sees the sunset, beautiful waves, kites and tan sand. He sets foot in the water and his toes soon get numb. The sky is light blue with a few gray and white clouds. The main sounds are wind and the water rolling on and off the shore. Mark feels happy and amazed. He feels the cold wind blowing past him and he smells salt water and fresh air.
Mark decides to get in deeper, until at least 15 yards out. His family isn’t paying attention, and he feels something brush against his abdomen. Mark trips out for a little while, thinks it’s time to head back but as he goes to swim away it becomes silent, and he soon realizes he’s not moving. A figure which seemed to be transparent ever so slightly rises out of the water glowing a dim green color. Before Mark can scream, the ghost pulls him under the surface.
Steve’s Last Chapter By Tanner Vasquez
Steve smells the asphalt under his bare feet. He steps off the pavement to the rock edge of the cliff.
The sun above is warm on Steve’s arms. The waves crash below. He smells salty air and sips the warm water in his plastic bottle. He can still taste the bacon from this morning. Crows flap across the blue sky.
A strange growling stirs several more crows out of the large oak tree at the edge of the cliff. He turns and looks at the grove of oak behind the road. No one, nothing there.
He chuckles at his fear but a huge white dog comes out of the woods. Steve figures it’s only a stray but it has blood around the mouth. A whole pack of white dogs step out of the oak trees.