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The small white envelope lay as inconspicuously as it could on the underside of seat seven on bus number twenty-five. The envelope lay there for five hours, ten minutes and fifty-nine seconds before its owner, beautiful, tactless murderess, Virginia Wells, stepped a dainty foot over the last step on the moldy old vehicle. She fluffed her shining red hair and shot a piercing white smile at the smelly, fat, old, and bald bus driver.

The poor man almost had a heart attack.

Virginia carefully walked through the almost empty bus until she found seat seven. The only problem was the sniffling little boy who was already occupying it. Virginia pursed her lips and gave the greasy haired boy a stiff smile.

“Dearest boy, would you mind giving up this seat for a tired young lady?” Her voice dripped with venomous acidic sugar. The boy snapped his gum loudly and pointed at the seat across the aisle. It was empty. Virginia’s smile lost a bit of its splendor.

“I think you need to move now.” She said softly.

“Ma’am,” His voice was sweet and calm. “That seat over there is the exact same as this one here.”

Virginia let out a low growl and grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck. However, at that precise moment, the bus skidded to a stop and the driver called out the young boy’s address. He calmly shrugged out of the grasp of Virginia’s long sharp fingernails, and walked off the bus. Virginia scowled and finally took her seat.

The bus rattled off again and Virginia looked around scrutinizing her surroundings before reaching under the seat and searched a bit for the envelope. Her face contorted in disgust as she felt wads of sticky gum and mold and grease slide over her fingers and under her nails. She quickly controlled her urge to vomit. At last, she felt the soothing cool of the plain white paper and she pulled out her prize.

Virginia’s heart quickened as she slid one of her grotesquely long nails under the flap of the envelope. In all of her excitement, Virginia barely noticed the slime and muck that slipped off her hands, staining the envelope a horrid color.

In her hands as now a wad of bills counting out to a whopping fifteen hundred dollars. Virginia stuffed her fists in her mouth to stifle her screams of joy. She screamed anyway, for now her mouth was stuffed full of all the lovely wonders from beneath the bus seat.

Later that night, (after taking a scalding hot shower, and calling the water company to complain about her new first degree burns) Virginia picked up her phone again and dialed Juniper, her boyfriend and partner in crime. They spoke for about five minutes, all in which they told each other how much they loved each other, how much they hated each other, apologized, and then they made plans for a date later that night.

LATER THAT NIGHT

“Alright babe, Show me the money. “

“Juniper. It’s my money.” Virginia screeched. Dinner had gone well, considering that her new purple as plum dress now smelled like blueberry wine and her hair was half burnt off her head from the mishaps of a new waiter. Juniper shrugged and reached for her purse.

“JUNIPER,” Virginia said firmly, and smacked his hand. “Just get in the car.” Juniper grumbled and obediently sat in the car.

“It’s my money too.” He mumbled.

Virginia sat quaintly in the driver’s seat and started the ignition carefully. Amazingly, nothing horrible happened, or so she thought. She relaxed and didn’t notice as her leg bumped gently against the ‘open trunk’ button.

Virginia drove very carefully down the highway and took extra caution the follow all road rules. Juniper noticed this and started to feel antsy.

“Virginia…you disposed of the body, riiight?” He drawled. “The whole idea was the get rid of all the evidence and bootleg it out of here with the money. Not crawl away with our tail between our legs.”

Virginia didn’t answer as she came to a perfect stop at the stop bar. Juniper noticed that her hands were shaking, and it was at this moment that he perceived a peculiar smell wafting from behind. He wrinkled his nose and turned around slowly.

“Juniper, doesn’t turn around, keep your face forward and look inconspicuous.” Virginia ordered.

“OH GOD. It’s in the trunk, isn’t it?!” Juniper squealed. Virginia took one hand off the steering wheel and gripped his leg tightly.

“Stay calm… please stay calm…” she whispered. But Juniper wasn’t listening. He squirmed in his seat, unable to bear the thought of a decaying body not even two feet away from him. He knew he should have just done all of this himself. Juniper slumped down in his seat with a sallow look.

“Virginia…why?” He whispered. Virginia said nothing; rather, she only ran a hand over her new bald spot. “We’ll be okay…” she whispered. But at that very moment, a police car pulled up behind her and signaled her to pull over. Virginia felt a single tear slip down her face. “But I was being so careful…” She whispered. She stopped her car on the side of the road and upon inspiration, reached down by her feet hastily and sprayed a bottle of perfume vigorously. Juniper almost died from consumption of the fumes. “Like that’s gunna help!” he screamed.

The policeman knocked on Virginia’s window. When she rolled it down, he smiled sweetly at her and said:

“Ma’am…do you realize that you have a dead body similar to a missing personnel that we have been searching for hanging out of your trunk?”

Virginia coughed. “I do? Why. How curious…” she smiled weakly, Juniper sighed and the policeman smirked. “I think you ought to come with me.” he said and he led the two to his car.

Another creation by listening to a peice of music.





Disturbing (happy), Bouncy, Saxophone, Cat, Panther





The panther slinked through the hauntingly empty streets with ghostlike ease, as if he owned the city. The soft black fur on his back bristled at every noise and his rounded ears perked up as he rounded each corner. His long tail flicked softly back and forth, back and forth as his padded feet thudded gently on the paved streets. The big cat paced for a bit before suddenly laying down dead center of the boulevard.

As he rested there, the panther began to hear a noise he had never experienced before. It was the bouncy character of a saxophone player, and the panther wondered where it was coming from. He sniffed a little; he had no sense whatsoever of any humans. In fact, from what his nose was telling him, humans had deserted this town many years ago, never to return. The thought was disturbing, the same as the music: disturbingly happy.



The saxophonists’ tune came louder and louder, as if it was walking closer to the panther. The panther’s yellow eyes widened as he could hear the soft footsteps of whoever was playing, yet there was no body connected to these sounds. The cat’s ears bounced with the tune of the music, and he pawed the pavement nervously.

Suddenly the music stopped and the air grew deathly still. The panther looked around, genuinely confused but still too shocked to try standing. He sniffed the air gingerly and let out a shriek as the saxophone abruptly blasted through the chill of the city with a high growl, a few glissandos and at long last and shrill note that could pierce right through your heart. The panther had had enough.

He slinked up to his feet and was about to run off back into the forest from whence he came, however at that very moment a string of very haunting effects happened at once.

The air grew warm and the lights of the city burned to life. Ghosts of children oozed up from the streets and began to run around each other and play with a handmade ball. Their parents were walking down the sidewalks hand in hand shopping in stores that were suddenly filled with merchandise and color. The saxophonist was suddenly visible on the corner of the street, his long straggly hair pouring down his back in waves, the case for his instrument opened at his feet and slowly filling to the brim with money. As the animal watched on, the man’s wide happy eyes winked at him and he played his saxophone more fervently than ever.

The panther felt subdued as he listened to the children giggling and their parents whispering amongst themselves. His heart grew soft as he realized why he had repeatedly returned to this deserted city.

Not wanting to break the illusions, the panther continued walking through the metropolis, drinking in his old memories. He peered around at the face of every human looking for a certain little girl. He wondered if her memory would still be implanted upon the streets of this city.

He wandered around a corner coffee shop and suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He was nose to nose with a smiling child, her red hair pulled up in a bun with curls dripping down her neck and she was clad in an aristocratic blue dress. He had found her. The little girl reached out a hand and to pet him but it soared right through his head. Shocked, the panther back away with his ears pinned. But as he padded softly backwards, he noticed a faint shadow of himself being immersed in the young girl’s arms. He was young in his memories and small. His fur had a glorious sheen and he was playful with his companion. But as he watched he knew it was all too great to last.

The shadow of the panther and the little girl turned and went into a large stone building behind all of the quaint little shops. A small tear slipped down the panther’s furry face as he watched the horrific events play out.

The house was on fire. Faint echoes of screams could be heard and bright orange flames licked at the stone walls of the castle staining them black. The panther couldn’t stand to think of this anymore and he averted his head slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he barely caught a glimpse of a charred blue dress being dragged out of the building by the shadowy memoir of himself. He turned and walked away from the scene and slowly everything turned back into the dusty lonely streets, empty without her love and presence.

The panther was about to return to his cold natural habitat in the forest when he thought he heard the wind whisper the name she had gave him.

“Chester…”

He stopped walking and turned expecting nothing to be there. However, to his surprise, a young woman with curly red hair stood in front of him, her face shimmering with salty tears. He noticed that part of it was unrecognizable; it was crumbled, charred and a mass of shiny red.

‘Oh Chester, I thought you might’ve been gone…”



His eyes grew wide as she held out her arms to him and as he sank into their familiar warmth, he closed his eyes and savored the fact that he was no longer living in a memory. And as she led him to her sparkling new car to take him to her home where neither of them would be outcast or lonely, Chester could almost hear the bouncy saxophonist and the bustling people. He took one last look at the town as he drove away with her and indeed the jazz player was there, waving them off with the bouncy tune of his instrument.

I wrote this story in my creative writing class, we had to listen to a peice of music and write down the first five words that came to mind. the words I chose will be the five at the top of this peice, enjoy:)









JAPAN MAGIC LOVE THUNDER MONARCH





My teeth ached so strongly that I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to completely control myself, in mind, body or even spirit. I wanted to bite her and change her into my soul mate right then and there, and it was what she wanted, but I knew there were other things I would have to deal with first. I licked my lips nervously, hearing the fanfare of the monarchs as they came closer to our hiding spot. She sank in the darkness, clutching my shirt in apprehension. I sighed discontentedly as her sobs bore into my cold as stone body.

“Shhh, love. I love you. Don’t be frightened.”

I briefly kissed her forehead, and felt shocked at how unusually hot her skin was. I knew she didn’t want any of this to happen but…

I quickly called upon my magic to still her frantically beating heart to a hush monotone. Her eyes glazed over and she slumped at my side, sleeping. I brushed her brilliant black hair off her face and laid her gently back in the shadows, praying to a God that hated me to keep her alive until this horrid war would pass.

The trumpets blasted harshly, daring me to come out of my sanctuary. The Emperor wanted me and I knew that he must never find out about her. Emperor Hirohito of Japan was not a cruel man, but he obviously could not stand the site of my kind in his glorious country of Japan. But I felt that we could coexist, and my love of his niece should be proof to that… he was an ancestor of the sun goddess, Amaterasu, and even the sun and moon lived side by side.

My veins harden as the procession passed my hole. I too, shrank back into the shadows. The drums rolled like thunder in the sky, asking blessing to Amaterasu, no doubt, and the trumpets blew one thick shrill note that rattled my bones to the core. I felt a desire to cover my ears and drone out the noise, but I knew that if I did, the magic concealing our position would fall. But I had to take action soon.

I caught sight of Hirohito-San as he passed by me, right in the center of the procession. I knew vaguely that he was dying of cancer, and that was going to help me along with the process of our redemption. I took a deep breath and released my magic from the palm of my hand. No one would be able to see it except for Hirohito-San and I, and I would be the last thing he saw. I watched triumphantly as his eyes widened and he tried to tell his search party that I was standing not ten feet away from him. But words died in his throat as he performed the act itself.

I turned back to my true love and found her staring at me with a faint smile. I held open my arms to her and she fell into my cold embrace gratefully, her blood screaming in anticipation. I let my teeth graze her neck softly and the fangs shouted for relief to their unfair hunger.

We walked the streets of Japan and the moonlight shone its triumph for our kind. My new Empress of the night was dashing in her kimono of white silk, and I knew that now, with her second in command, the Sun and Moon would be able to walk together through Japan and that the war between our kind was over…for now.