Bang

‘Bang’.

It was almost like someone had flat-out spoken the word, but the gunshot was definitely real. There was no way it was a joke- Not with Kyoya lying face-down on the floor, blood streaming down his half-limp body and the obvious pained gasps being emitted by him. Clearly, this was a horrifying sight. Especially so to his sister, who sat on the ground a little ways away from her best friend... Who was currently a mere puppet to the greater powers involved in the situation.

Standing tall and staring blankly at her victim, Kai still hadn’t lowered the gun held firmly and carefully in her hand. She was a dangerous individual anyways, but this definitely proved the point.

Repercussions were inevitable. More people were going to be hurt and everyone witnessing the scene knew this, but nobody moved. Too in shock over Kyoya, who had gone limp after a few minutes of struggling against the pain. It was then that Alvin moved in the background, his friend’s fall had been the trigger for releasing the pent-up fury he held.

With incredible swiftness, his hand shot to the holster on his belt and he removed the gun stored there. It didn’t matter what happened to him- he was avenging his friend’s death and nothing was going to stop him. Checking the ammunition as he had become accustomed to doing before a battle, his face twisted into a frown. Four bullets, that was all. He had left the reserves in his room, thinking that he would never have to use his weapons at the Academy...

He was wrong.

Levelling his gun with its target, Kai’s neck, he let out a slight growl as he fired all of his shots- three at her back, around where her chest would be, and the last shot at the accursed mark of the Ouroboras on the side of her neck.

Of course, if the mark had stayed then she would have been fine. Due to the power of the Ouroboras, she would have been fine even if the bullets hit... Naturally, things had to go wrong. Mere milliseconds before the first shot was fired from the scarf-wearing man’s weapon, the mark had flickered and disappeared, taking the possessed teen’s protection against the bullets with it.

They hit her fast and hard, which was to be expected. Luckily, the most deadly bullet only grazed the side of her neck but the other three hit their marks with horrifying precision.

By Rachie

From here

Funny Story

One day Lisa went to the shops.  She fell over a leprechaun into a magical portal. She landed on a fluffy cloud.  A lady asked her what she was doing there.  Before she could answer Lisa’s eyes fell on a snail on her shoulder. 

The snail had a top hat on and a moustache. 

It said ‘Howdy, there!’ and lightly curtseyed, using swift movements of his hands.

Suddenly the snail jumped off her shoulder and turned into a purple and green giraffe.  It said, ‘Let me take you on your way.’

She followed the giraffe to a lake.  Then a dinosaur came swimming up.

The dinosaur then whispered to Lisa, ‘If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.’  But the dinosaur realised his arms were too short.  And then he got angry, the anger turned into a tantrum which caused him to plonk himself onto the ground, waving his arms and legs everywhere in all directions, crying oreos.

In the midst of his tantrum, he ate Lisa. She tumbled through his throat, and fell through the magical portal in his stomach and landed back on the pavement where she started.  

From here

By Belvedere Creative Writers

Halloween

From here

The rain tapped the windows, threatening to come in. Each molecule glaring at me with its transparent eyes sending death stares into my soul.  Thunder roared in my ears, lightning ceasing to take hold of my heart. The metal I clutched sent a chill running done my spine. The jagged ends ready to devour its food. Glowing pumpkins and sweet wrappers lie dead on the floor, unconscious of the scene that was going to unfold before them. Books lined the room sending messages of their contents that would swallow you in its hypnotism any second. Sweat swimming down my face pronounced how a terrible the idea was. My black hair camouflaged in the dark, my dark brown eyes staring into my prey.  He was a venerable child, his hands clutched to his chest defending his vital organ. Honey-blond hair tried to hide his guilt. However, I wasn’t going to be a coward. It was a dare, by the diabolical guy that had haunted his life and dreams. His grimacing smiles penetrating my mind.

I will kill him.

I will prove I'm not a coward.

I will do what people do on Halloween.

I will swallow him up and send him to the other world.

The dead.

By Aksa Anzy

The Winter’s Murder

Roaming, the world doing its own business, I watch as the delicate and beautiful snowflakes land in their destinations.  I glare as I see the snowflake landing on the sturdy pavement and then in a blink of an eye the life of it is sucked up from the monster below, leaving only the blood behind. I sense as the trees try to smile at me, too many lines on their faces, they look so weary and weak, whatever could make them feel this much pain? The clouds are trying to keep their families together, all cold and shivering, however unfortunately the flowers are withering away by every second. Can winter ever bring happiness?

 A fire, that’s what started this: the death of my brother; the suicide of my mother and the accident of my father, I have nothing left, just this desolate world, where I see everything as if they were alive and that they have their own story of their outrageous lives. Miserably, all the litters were flying into their own invisible bins and the last of the fallen leaves were saying farewells to their companions.

I walked to where I was destined to be, a mansion that holds a secret of its own. What my parents left me, but what other people already left. The golden doorknob was cold underneath my palm, the chill of it crawling into my veins. Finally, I turned it mustering up the only courage I had left. The ancient mansion had no life left, everything was dying. The Victorian furniture, the broken chandelier, the auburn staircase, they were all closing their eyes and hiding. However, the closed eyelids felt eerie, like at any moment they would wake up for something very exciting.

 “Hello!”

I swiveled my head around trying to find the source of the voice, I looked straight into the ebony staircase, who or what was that?

“I see you’re the owner now, in other words my new victim.”

It had a kind of mischievous touch in the voice, but I couldn’t tell if I was a girl’s or boys. I didn’t know if I should answer. Suddenly, all things melted before my eyes and a mist blinded me, it seemed like all the objects in the house had woken up from their perpetual sleep and seemed to be laughing, but in a menacing way; the voices were ringing in my ears. Have I gone demented?  I faintly remember overhearing that conversation…

“He died there, that 16 year old boy, Red, he ran away from his parents, he always seemed odd to me, all them ghostly features, those spooky blue eyes and that feral hair. Horrible! I heard that he died by throwing himself of the house because he hated the people who lived there…”

Red… that was his name. Was he the one speaking to me? If so, is he a ghost? No, that can’t be possible. But… Is he seeking for something he didn’t get? Little did I know that those are the last thoughts I would get to think. And that the next 6 words were going to be the last I heard. Because at that moment ocean-blue eye’s escaped out of the mist with feral hair framing a young boy’s smirking face.

“Let me be your honourable host.”

By Aksa Anzy