Creative Writing Journals

“What do you mean you let your friend into the house?” Max’s mom asked. “Who? When?” “Yesterday,” Max said. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Max stared at her, as if the answer was already obvious, but she didn’t have a clue. Why would he keep this from her? Did he have something to hide? That wasn’t who she raised her son to be, he was better than that. She sunk down in a wooden chair at the dining room table, with bright lights shining on her that illuminated all of her tired features, and rested her hands on her temples. “Max I don’t get it.” “Mommy,” Max walked over to comfort her, “I’m sorry, I know it was wrong, but I don’t get why.” “Because, sweetheart, we don’t want to let anything bad into this house. You have to be careful.” “Bad?” Max pulled away from her, looking around the house in fear. Was someone coming for him? Max recalled a story he saw on the news the other night about a girl who was kidnapped from her bedroom, but no one could figure out who the kidnapper was, or where t...

Part one: A: There’s something I should probably tell you. B: What is it? A: I’m gay. B: What? A: I’m not straight. I don’t like men. B: Why didn’t you tell me? A: I just did. B: Well, okay. Maybe you just haven’t found the right guy. A: No, I don’t like guys. B: But a pretty girl like you? You can’t do this to me. You’re one of the only pretty girls who’s talked to me and was actually nice. A: Well, I’m sorry, I can’t help it. You’re nice, too, but I’m not attracted to men. B: I don’t get it. So we can’t date? A: No. B: Would you still want to be friends? A: I barely even know you. B: But you’ve been so nice to me and I just got attached to you. Please? A: I don’t know. B: You can’t do this to me! I love you. I need you. A: Um… B: Fine, go be with a girl then. I fell in love with you. I can’t lose you. A: You barely know me. B: I’m sorry. I guess I’ve just been so lonely that you were nice to me and I got attached. A: Uh, yeah. B: Actually, no. You’re just being a bitch to me. I rea...

The Memory Most nightmares eventually came to an end, but not Veda’s nightmares. Almost every single night for as long as she could remember, she would scream for help as she burned alive in a fire, but no one was around. She’d wake up with skin that felt as if it were still burning. The only way she could cool herself down was by drenching herself in cold water. The worst part was, she knew it wasn’t just a nightmare, it was real. She would wake up covered in burns. Her skin would remain bright pink for days, and some of her scars never went away. She wanted to escape from the nightmare, but people would probably think she was crazy if she told anyone. Besides, maybe she was just hallucinating. That would be a much more rational explanation. She wanted that to be true, but knew all too well that it wasn’t. There was definitely something wrong with her, though. Even a therapist probably wouldn’t be able to help her. Veda had lost contact with almost everyone she knew. She barely even l...

It was the end of another long week of work, and I was ready to finally have some extra time off. I was finishing loading up the last few boxes into a truck when my manager’s, Mr. Campbell’s, shiny, black convertible pulled up next to me in the parking lot. As he stepped out, he locked eyes with me but didn’t say anything. He walked into the warehouse and ordered everyone to meet him in the front of the building. “I’d like to thank everyone for the hard work they’ve done this summer. We couldn’t have kept the company going without you guys. However, unfortunately, we have a lot of extra orders to cover this weekend. You may take the time off for Labor Day, but none of you will be getting paid.” A few people’s eyes widened when they heard that, but most of us were used to it. All of us should have been able to get the time off, but there wasn’t any choice if we wanted to get paid. I couldn’t afford it. I had to make enough money to pay my rent and figure out how to pay for college. It’s...

 Tempus Viators . That’s what they liked to call themselves. That’s what we liked to call ourselves. They’ve raised me my entire life. My parents were a part of the group; I had to continue their legacy. They disappeared a long time ago, when I was a little boy. I couldn’t have been older than seven years old. That was 24 years ago. Now, this is how I’m living out my life. It’s the only life I’ve ever known. Even if I wanted to leave, I wouldn’t be able to because of the rules. I didn’t know what they’d do to me, but I didn’t want to find out. Although, If I’m being honest, it isn’t as fun as I thought it would be when I was a little kid. I’ve only ever time traveled once. I was with my parents and they decided to take me with them on their trip. We went back to the 1980s and I got to see the days of Ronald Reagan, the end of the Cold War, and the bright, neon fashion. It was a strange world. I’ve always wished to travel again. However, today might be different. Today I’d be given...