Creative Writing Behind these eyes

Goodbye Clarice


My hand swifty crept the walls, my feet knocked themselves into objects that weren't normally there. "Clarice!" I yelled. "Clarice!".

I was out in the grassy meadow when i heard screaming coming from Clarice's two story wooden house. No one had been inside the house except for Clarice and Bart, her husband. When i heard the screaming, I instantly ran though the tall grass to the house.

I entered the Family room and stood still to listen for breathing or voices. I heard a single breath. My face calmed, "Clarice," I said my voice still a little shakey. No one spoke. "Bart?" I asked. Still no one spoke. I heard fast, close together footsteps, followed by a slammed door. Still i had hope Clarice and Bart were in the house. I walked slow forward, "Clarice?" I said in a softer voice. My foot hit something. I got to my knees and felt it. It was wrapped in soft lace, it's silky hair covered it's face. I swiped the hair from the face, and stroked it head.
It's face was going cold, it wasn't breathing.......I put it's head in my lap and stroked it's silky hair. I started to cry. I loudly wailed in sadness. I cried for hours, as the head got harder and colder.

"Hello?" said a voice from the porch. I switched my head fast looking toward the direction. I had reconized the voice. It was Mrs. Patrice, an old nosey, bent over woman who wobbled on her heels because of past feet surguries, she had frizy berned orange hair, and percing gray green eyes. I wiped my nose on my sleeve and rested the head back on the floor and brought Mrs. Patrice into the family room to show her the dead body.
She gasped and in two shakes of a milkshake, had the police at the house. They questioned Mrs. Patrice and tried to talk to me, only getting the silence i gave everyone...except for Clarice.
They removed Mrs. Patrice and I from the house. Mrs. Patrice wobbled along side me, "I spose you could come on down to my house, and stay with me, Bob, and Philis." she said. I dreaded her cat Philis, her husband Bob was nice, and besides, i had no where else to go. I shook my head yes. We walked to her house, where we met up with Bob and Philis.

Mrs. Patrice helped me up their three steps. "There's three a those steps. Learn em' ...we can only help ya do stuff three times. You're blind, I know, which means we cain't help ya always." she said sitting in a sqeakey rocking chair on the porch. Yes, if you haven't guessed by now..i'm blind. I felt around carefully making sure not to sit or step on Philis. For the rest of the day, we sat out on the porch. Soon the air got cold and crickets cherped their hearts away, indicating it was night. "Well, I'm not watchin' this light show." Mrs Patrice huffed. Bob stayed in his chair stroking Philis's fur.
A bug landed on my fore finger. It didn't chirp, so it probably was a light bug. I wish i could see it's neon green light go on and off. I played with the light bug, cause when i moved it stayed put. "I'll keep you for awhile." I whispered to the bug. I waved my hands around hoping to catch more. i caught many bugs, two handfulls. I showed Bob the bugs, until he left and came back with a glass jar. He put the bugs in the jar, and poked a whole in the top. We afterwards went in. They lived in a small house.

I ended up rooming with the misrible cat, Philis. I put the bugs beside me on the cot. They flashed their neon light the whole night making a very faint light in the room. I tip toed to the window, passing the sleeping cat. The window was open. I didn't trust the cat so i took the bugs with me. I whispered, "Clarice, i don't know what happened to you...but i hope you are happily flying to Heaven right now. Since it is so dark..." I put my hands on the jar slowly unscrewing the top. "...let these bugs guide you to heaven with their neon lights." I took off the top and the bugs flew off into the dark sky. "Goodbye Clarice.".





How'd you like? it's a story.....just the first chapter. it probably sucks...but i thought it was kinda good. PLEASE post what you think about it...tell me what you think about the charaters....everything!!! Who do you think Killed Clarice or Bart? Was is Clarice or Bart? The blind girl might not be right when she says it's Clarice. what's your opinion? it's only the first chapter.

 

gawd girl. That sounds incredibly like Lurlene Mcdaniel. You must be a very depressed person. Kidding. it was nice

 

I had to reread parts but in the end I got what was said. Very nice. So who did it? and who was it?

 

nice. what brought on this story?

 

i swear this came off the top of my head! i don't even know who she is or what she writes.

do you really want me to tell who is dead and who killed that person? it sucked i know!!!

 

eh dude i didnt say it was fake..did i?

 

uuuhhh...............no? *shrugs* heh *_*

 

girl you got talent....keep writing

 

Curiousity killed the Cat


"Ahhhhhhhh!" I awoke to a loud shriek. My breath was heavy and fast, sweat dripped off the tip of my nose. I listened and learned the terrible screech was only a dream...a bad dream. A dream of the day before, when Clarice died. I threw back the sheets of the cot and let my legs cool. I stood and stretched. I could feel the warm, basken sunlight wrap its arms around me..indicating daytime. As I made my way to the window, I felt around for the Philis. When I got to the window, the wind blew this way and that way..making my brown curly hair tickle my face, as if wanting me to come out and dance with the wind.
"Wake up child!" Mrs. Patrice yelled. I could hear her footsteps coming closer. I closed the window quickly, jumped into the cot and closed my eyes. "Get up! It's daytime..we gotta lot a stuff to do today.". She took me off the cot and stood me up. I was very wrong for jumping back into bed, because that only made her yell louder thinking I was really asleep that long. She took me outside. It didn't feel as it did a few minutes ago. The wind blew hot sandy air, and the sun melted the wind's sandy air on me, making me feel dirty. They didn't have much grass in their front or back yard....so the dirt under my feet made me feel even worse. Mrs. Patrice grabbed me by the hand and slipped my hand in a tub of cool water. The water was very relaxing. I swished it around. It flowed back and forth between my fingers.

Mrs. Patrice started to unbutton my pajama blouse, "You need a bath." she said. I didn't like this at all. Clarice was the only one who bathed me, the only one who undressed me, the only person who had seen me without clothing...nobody else. I did really need a bath though. So I let Mrs. Patrice continue to undress me. Once I was bare naked..I quickly dashed into the tub. The water took me in and splashed it's self on top of me. "I'm going to get the scrub brush. Stay still." Mrs. Patrice commanded wobbling off.
I sat still in the tub just barely moving my fingers around. I couldn't swim, so I had to be watched while bathing. The wind blew purrs into my ear. The purrs came closer. As much as I hated Philis, I stayed still I could not run...I could not hide and I didn't want to drown.

Philis cried ear-bleeding meows that sounded closer than before. She scratched at the side of the tub. My face was overrun with the expression of fear. My heart pounded heavily echoing though the rest of my body. I knocked on the side of the tub hoping that would ward her off. Again, I was very wrong. That only made her more excited. She scratched harder against the side of the tub. I let out a loud scream and splashed the water without thinking twice. Water splashed on Philis making her back away from the tub. "What's the matter child!?!!" Mrs. Patrice said, scrub brush in her hand.
Of course I didn't speak. I had never spoken to anyone, except Clarice. Philis disappeared into a tree. Mrs. Patrice sat in a wooden chair and roughly scrubbed me clean. Clarice did it better....much better. I was wrapped in a towel after the bath was over and dressed. I hated philis even more now. I wondered what caused Philis's weird episode. Mrs. Patrice and I walked up the rocky road, through the tall grass meadow and into Clarice's house to gather some of my belongings.

All I could think about was the blood-curdling scream I had heard the day before. I felt my way up the thirteen steps to my room. When I opened the the tall mahogany door, the warm sunlight wrapped it's arms around me once again as if saying "Welcome Back". I loved this feeling and never wanted to leave. "Ahhhhhh!". I stopped. I heard this scream echo through my mind and it wouldn't leave. The sunlight that once opened it's arms to me, now was darkness and made me leave the room. I went to the family room and stopped at the exact spot I had yesterday. I sat slowly on my knees. My hair was still wet and sticking to me. I ran my hand across the spot where I had found Clarice's dead body. A tear managed to sneak out of my eye and another followed from the other eye. I ran out into the meadow and down to the spring Clarice sometimes took me to.
We called it our secret spring. Memories of Clarice and I at the spring danced in my head. I heard a faint but close meow. It was that cat Philis. Philis jumped from a tree and scratched me under the eye. One drop of blood came from the scratch, as if I were crying blood. She hung on to me and scratched me more and more. I made struggling noises and threw the cat in the spring. Philis struggled to get out....but failed. The cat drowned. I knew Mrs. Patrice would kill me for killing her cat. Not talking wouldn't help. I had to hide.