Creative Writing Short Stories/Prompts, Kayla Weber [small books to read txt] 📗

says, hugging Emily. They embrace for a minute and then pull apart. “I found someone else.” She looks adoringly over at Adam and smiles. He’s acting like a doofus, dancing around and singing a song from the movie with Jacob. We all laugh and continue shuffling to the car with the cold night breeze blowing around us.

“I thought he was never going to ask,” Sally whispers right behind me, making me jump.

“Yeah. He was really nervous about asking you, but he did good,” I smile and we continue to the car in a peaceful silence. We all pile in and drive to Nash’s house.

“Are you girls going to stay the night, or are you staying with Taylor?” Jacob asks as we pull into the driveway.

“We’ll stay here, if that’s okay with Nash,” Taylor replies, snuggling into Jacob.

“That’s fine. You girls can stay,” Nash responds. We all pile out and head into the house. We stay up for a little bit longer, but soon the girls all fall asleep and we cover them up and settle in ourselves. The month flies by and pretty soon it’s Prom Day.

“Come on! We need to hurry. The boys will be here any minute!” Taylor shouts from the bathroom at Sally’s house.

“We would if your poky butt would hurry up and get out of there. You’re hair is fine,” Jane jokingly yells back. Taylor comes out of the bathroom, laughing and shaking her head. The rest of the girls rotate in to look at themselves in the mirror and make everything perfect. The doorbell rings and they all look at each other. “I’m not going to answer it.” Jane crosses her arms and shakes her head. The other girls look at each other and shake their heads as well.

“Hey Mom,” Sally yells, “ will you get the door?”

“Sure sweetie!” her mom yells back. The girls all stand at the top of the stairs, just out of view from the living room. They can hear the boys coming in and Sally’s mom taking them to the living room. “Okay. Here comes Jane!” Jane glides down the stairs in her light blue, slightly puffy and ruffled, ankle-length prom dress with matching high heels.

“You look amazing,” Adam breathes, taking her hand. They stand off to the side to wait for the other girls. She really does look good, but I bet Emily is just stunning, I think.

“You look beautiful honey,” Sally’s mom states. Turning around she calls, “Okay, Taylor’s next!” Taylor floats down the stairs in her dark purple, ankle-length mermaid prom dress with black high heels.

“Gorgeous,” Jacob states, taking her hand and going to stand by Adam and Jane.

“He’s right,” Sally’s mom agrees, turning around to call the next girl. “Okay, now it’s Emily’s turn!” Emily breezes down the stairs in her light pink, knee-length flowy prom dress with matching high heels.

“Stunning,” Sally’s mom states, and I nod my agreement, totally speechless. She looks better than I could ever imagine. I’m so happy that I got a girl like her, I think. I take her hand and we stand by the other two couples. “Best for last,” Sally’s mom winks, “Sally’s turn!” Sally descends down the stairs and Nash just about falls. She looks great in her darker pink, knee-length prom dress and matching high heels. Sally ducks her head as Nash whistles at her and takes her hand. “Corsage time!” Sally’s mom claps and grabs the boxes off the table, passing them out according to color. We slip them on the girls and take a bunch of pictures before leaving. There’s a long line for walk-in when we get there, but it’s worth the wait. The rest of the families show up and take a bunch more pictures of everyone.

“This is really fun,” Taylor smiles and snuggles into Jacob as they dance to a slow song. We are all out on the dance floor dancing.

“Yeah, it really is,” Jacob smiles as he rests his chin on Taylor’s head and glides around the room with her. We all nod and continue dancing. Emily and I glide over and dance beside Adam and Jane.

“Hey, I’m really glad that you’re happy with Adam,” Emily whispers to Jane when the song ends.

“Me too,” Jane replies, smiling and skipping over to the drinks. Soon Prom ends and After Prom is being set up.

“You guys want to get out of here and go get ice cream?” I ask, adjusting my tie because it’s starting to choke me.

“Please,” Sally sighs, leaning on Nash and rubbing her feet where the blisters are from her shoes. We all laugh and go over to the ice cream shop.

“I’ll pay this time,” Emily says after we all order. “I’ve got money in my purse.”

“No. I’m paying. This was my idea,” I pull out my wallet. Emily nods and steps back. Normally she would have commanded that she pay. Maybe she’s just tired, I think, handing the cashier a $20. I get my change and we head to the park.

“It’s cold,” Sally complains, huddling closer to Nash.

“Here, you can have my jacket,” Nash says, taking her ice cream, handing Sally his jacket, pulling her close again when she gets it on, and handing back her ice cream.

“This is the best night ever!” I yell, throwing my arms wide and spinning around like a child. Everybody nods in agreement and we settle in and hang out at the park until it’s too cold, and we head to Nash’s house to sleep. This has been amazing, I think, cuddling with Emily. I’m so lucky that I got a girl with a radiant smile brighter and more beautiful than the biggest, brightest rainbows. I drift off to sleep pondering the rest of the year with Emily.

Daily Prompt #6 (Scary Story) A Home Between Homes

With her backpack banging against her, Willow bounds through the forest glancing back every few seconds to see if the police are still following her. Her heavy breathing and hammering heart muffles the sounds of men yelling and dogs barking. She glances back again and, when she turns around, she slams into a branch that is hanging down. Stumbling around, she trips over a fallen tree and her backpack goes flying. Willow scrambles to get up, whipping around to find her bag. Giving up, she looks back to see how close the police have gotten. Not seeing them through the tree branches, but still able to hear their pounding footsteps, she turns around and runs again. She stumbles onto a road and sees an oncoming car. Willow sticks her thumb out and the car slows to a stop.

“Hey there, do you need a lift?” asks the nice man behind the wheel of a blue Chevy pickup truck with rust around the bottom. He’s wearing a nice cotton button up with faded blue jeans. Willow nods and climbs in the truck. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Willow Jones, sir,” Willow responds, staring longingly out the window through the forest to her old town.

“Jon Anges. Nice to meet you. Where you from?” Jon inquires, glancing sideways at her.

“Corinth, Mississippi,” Willow turns to look at him.

“That’s a ways from here girlie. This here is Tennessee. I don’t suppose you want to tell me what happened? What’s a pretty girl like yourself doing in the woods? You running away from you agent?” Jon keeps driving as Willow studies his face. What is it about this man? He reminds me of Dad, always asking questions, she thinks, her eyes brimming with tears. I miss them. “Hey don’t cry. I had no right butting into your personal problems. My apologies.”

“It’s okay, and I don’t have an agent,” Willow sniffles, wiping her eyes, not aware that she had started crying. “Where are we going?”

“Back to my place, if that’s alright. I figure that you’ll need a place to stay, being as you probably don’t have any money to stay in a hotel.” Jon nods at Willow and her little belongings. She looks back and gives her consent. “You’re a very pretty girl. Maybe I can get you a job in my business.” Jon smiles and finally pulls into his driveway. They hop out of the truck and Willow stares up at a tall light blue two-story house with elegant white pillars, a front porch and a beautiful balcony on the top.

“This is amazing. You must be good at what you do,” she revels at the marvelous house. Turning in circles, she takes in the rest of her surroundings before being ushered into the house by Jon. “Oh,” she exclaims, stopping short in the entryway, “there are more girls here. Does every girl you give a job to live with you?”

Jon laughs and nods. “You could say that. Now, let’s get you settled in. Sandy, would you please show Willow to her room? Make her comfortable.” An elegant woman walks forward. She is tall, about five feet seven inches, with long ebony hair and dark chocolate eyes.

“Absolutely, Jon,” she purrs, pulling Willow with her. “This way hun. Your room is at the back, being as you are the last girl we are getting here.” She winks and opens the door to a large room that already has a bed and desk in it. “Unpack your things.” she pauses, looking Willow up and down, “or maybe not, being as you didn’t bring any. I’ll leave you to get comfortable. Oh, by the way, I’m Sandy. Sandy Lewers.”

“Hey, what kind of business is Jon running? He told me I could be in it.” Willow inquires, grabbing Sandy’s arm. Sandy smiles a seductive smile.

“You’ll see real soon honey.” With that, Sandy twitches out and slams the door. Willow leans her ear against the door to listen to the other girls talking in the hall.

“What’s she like, Sandy?” some girl asks.

“Like all confused girls Jon brings home, Baylie. I bet she thinks that he’s going to make her a model. She’s no clue what she’s gotten herself into.” Sandy laughs.

“You should be nicer about her Sandy. You were her once, remember?” a younger voice rebukes.

“Oh shut up, Annabelle! You were the last one before her, and you have nothing to say to me. You cried like a baby for days, you little ginger.” Sandy and Baylie snicker and saunter away. Annabelle knocks on the door and Willow opens it a crack.

“What? Do you want to make fun of me, too?” Willow snaps, making Annabelle jump.

“No. Can I come in, please?” Willow eyes her suspiciously, but nods and opens the door enough to let her through. “You know, it’s going to get harder. And no matter what Jon says, don’t believe him. He’s not a good person. I’ve been here for three years now.” Annabelle plops down onto Willow’s new bed and sighs, leaning back against the wall.

“Three years? That’s a long time. I overheard you girls talking in the hall. Sandy said you were the last one before me and now I’m the last one ever. What does she mean?” Willow sinks down next to Annabelle.

“She means that we aren’t getting any more girls while we’re in this house because there isn’t any more room. The whole upstairs is filled with junk that Jon and Patrick had to move when us girls started moving in. Don’t listen