The Creek

Clara held tightly to her windbreaker as the unmerciful night storm ripped around her. She had never walked alone at night before, she had always been with a group of friends from school. This was a bad idea. The night was unforgiving in Clara's mind-something to fear, but at this moment she was entirely focused on just getting home, back to her safe warm bed where nothing could hurt her. 1

Clara cut through the graveyard near the park so she could cross willow creek and then have a clear path all to herslef on her way home. That path would be safe, thought Clara. She was wrong. 2

Clara came to a head and stopped in front of a small path surrounded by trees. This wasnt what the normal path to the creek looked like, but she entered anyway, thinking that if it was familiar than it wasnt scary.3

She stepped into the blanket of darkness and out of anyone's view.4

It has been three years since she was seen.5

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  • Country Mischief
    July 25, 2008

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    This sounds like the beginning of a great story. Hope you add more to it. Your description is very good.


  • kierancluchey
    July 22, 2008
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    This is interesting, and makes me want to know more. But I don't really get the point, or insight into and/or behind this story. It was a good start to a story you should bring more detail into and continue. Thanks for Entering, and Keep Writing!
    -Kieran


  • aly96522
    July 22, 2008
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    that was awesome loved it.