The Night Stalker

The Night Stalker

“Ahhhh!” was the young lady’s’ last word before she perished from this world. He clawed with his diamond cutters, bit with his jaws of death that were steel, and kicked with feet as strong as moving trains. The poor girl finally died of blood loss coming from her corroded and jugular veins; and that was the end of her short life. He ran and jumped away with a blood soaked muzzle leaving the girl lying there with rips and blood stains on her new white as snow dress. We did not even know who the killer was because all of the people who had reported seeing him were now lying either in the town graveyard or in the city morgue. He could run but could he hide? Did he even have a need to hide? No because he was the creature of the night or the night stalker as he was popularly called.
“Another Victim”, Inspector Lars asked. Inspector Lars Sorenson was the only officer that actually volunteered for this job and was recognized by all of the people in his region to be an angel sent down to destroy who and what ever was killing all of these people. It was a very scary reality for the inspector because his wife looked an awful lot like all of the victims who all happen to be women in their twenties and were as beautiful as a rose on a spring day. He was a good man that was putting his marriage, life, and career all on the line to catch the night stalker.
“Yes, same build and gender as all of the 21 others” said inspector Van Volt who we brought in from Transylvania to help us to solve this case, and find the person that was ravaging the Swedish countryside.
“Most troubling indeed; I wish for Anya’s (Van Volt’s wife) and Sophia’s (Lars’s wife) safety throughout this most unfortunate predicament that we find ourselves in,” Lars replied. He paused for a moment to think about something that he then discarded very quickly for it was an absurd thought. He then asked “Do you have any idea for heaven’s sake, why he only struck at night? For it made no sense to me and I was to find out why this monster of a human being would do such a terrible thing to these poor women. I was to do everything that I could to stop him, and I felt that you were too but we needed to put in double the effort in so that the killing would stop,” said Inspector Lars.
“I agreed completely and thought that we needed not to have anyone else’s help, but we needed to solve this case with the upmost care in order not tip him off. Oh, and one more thing I did not fear that he would kill me only that my poor Mina would live in a deep depression for the rest of her life if I do indeed die. I pity a man that spends the moments of his life thinking about all of the intricacies in the planning that it takes to pull off these horrific killings. We would catch him I can assure you of that my friend” replied Van Volt.
The two of them tried very hard to get a break in the case but not one would show itself to them. Lars spent many a night without sleep and had very little personal life during the months that this case was taking. It was very surprising though that it would not take a toll on either of their marriages. The wives had spent most of their time with each other and had come to the conclusion that it was for both of their safety that they did not pester their husbands like bugs on a spring night for the remainder of the case. One evening as the four people, had to sit down for dinner they had a breakthrough. “I have had a breakthrough, every death, the two a month, was while there was a full moon upon us. I did not know what effect that it would have on the case but it was just something to think about. Volt if you would take a look at tonight’s moon.” Said Lars while looked out of the window. Volt glanced out of the window and saw a moon like the color of a pumpkin on a September day.
Turning back towards Lars volt said, “We must alert the locals there was going to be another killing.” They rushed out of the house and they saw the next two bodies right in front of the door and there was a message written in blood that read, “Cancel your quest to hunt me down because now you two are going to feel the loss that I have.” Just then from inside the house there were screams. They ran inside pistols in hand when “Crack Crash Clang” a window was broken. The rushed to it to see what was going on and all that they saw was a huge black tail escaping into the wooded area.
“He had them, he had our wives!!!!” Lars exclaimed.
“I know, I know but going crazy was not going to help them or you.” replied Van Volt in the calm manner that he was always in. So they searched the surrounding woods with the help of the local authorities but it was in vain because nothing was found that would help them in any way.
Right after that they got a development, and there was another attack but it was a failed attempt. The woman was a police officer’s wife. The officer had given her a 12 gauge shot gun for protection and she shot him twice. They hurriedly went over to her house to talk with her. They arrived and set up a defensive perimeter in case he came back. The lady, Mary, was her name, said that it was no man but that she did not see fully, because she shot it with her eyes closed because she was scared. It had all happened so fast that all she could remember was that it was tall and wide and had a very menacing face with two huge red eyes that she said were like two bullet holes in a person’s flesh that she compared to the devil himself. The attacks were only happening at night so the two inspectors were starting to understand. They thought that it was a man who got stronger and bigger at night when the moon was out, but they both had a gut feeling that it was something much worse.
They had a plan to lure him out but they still needed the two main people Anya and Sophia if they were still alive. They had three weeks before the plan was to be needed, so they thought that during that time they would search for Anya and Sophia. They had another full search of the woods search this time during the day. They found a cave with a door on the outside that they had missed before, due to the fact that it was painted black and that it had been night time. They gathered all of the men and charged in. Inside the cave was a small dead fire, a bed, and two makeshift cages. In the cages were Sophia and Anya who were not fully healthy but were still alive. They were as thin as a blade of grass. The girls said that they felt like they were being watched on the night that they were abducted. They thought that he was a night stalker in other words. The man moved in the shadows with the grace of a deer and the swiftness of a cheetah, when he was bringing them to his lair they told us. They said that he was very hairy and animal like also.
Even though they had the girls, they had to do more background on the perpetrator in order to successfully ascertain him. There had been only one month when he did not strike, and that had been in April and they had no idea why until Lars had figured it out. “It all had to do with the month April?” Lars said.
“Maybe he was afraid of the rain? Other than that I have no idea in the slightest why he did not strike in that month,” replied Van Volt.
“No, No, Now I know the reason that nothing had happened in April and yes it had to do with the rain indeed. What does rain fall from?” Lars asked.
“The sky, no wait, clouds, I was beginning to understand where you are going.” Van answered.
“Yes exactly, clouds and clouds block out the moon when it rains so he has no power!!!!!” Lars exclaimed.
The plan had now gone into action and the two women had been restored to their full health. They were going to walk down the main street and had hoped the man will come. When he would try to get the women they would surround him with 250 officers so that he didn’t have a chance to escape.
The time had come and the officers were ready for anything that came their way. There was a full moon out tonight so he was bound to get revenge on the two escapees. Everything was going as planned and the women and the officers were all in position.
There he was, but wait, he was no man, he was no giant, and he was a werewolf, a huge angry werewolf. He showed up somehow, right in the middle of all of the officers. They bid him not to move and he slashed an officer with his razor like claws, instantly killing the poor man. The officers opened fire, “Zoom Zang Zip” the bullets flew through the air, and the wolf fell blood spurting from the many bullet wounds. The officers only had one shot at a time with their rifles, but one shot from each 250 men was enough to finally kill the beast that had ravaged through Sweden for months. Now the people of Sweden could sleep peacefully once again, unless the werewolf had a son.

Spring is coming, or not

I take a walk down the long windy road and look at the nature that surrounds me. I look to the left of me to see a bird, sitting on a branch, waiting to fly. The bird starts to sing a song as it flies to the sun. The sun is shining so bright in the sky, there's not a cloud in sight. I look down at the green grass, huddling together, as the dance in the wind. In the grass, the flowers stand tall and confident, as they start to dance with grass. They moved so swiftly as they stop. I feel a cold breeze hug me. I shiver as I look up at the sky. The sun was hiding behind gray clouds. Sadness rushes over me as I watch white flakes fall from the sky. The grass begins to slowly be covered by a white sheet. The flowers struggle to stand, they all begin to droop. I run home quickly hoping not to get frost bite. I open and close my door. I let out a sigh of relief to be back in the warmth. I look out the window to see that the beautiful day is gone. Maybe the ground hog was wrong this time because I don't think that spring is coming soon .

Dreaming In Words

Are dreams...

imagination or reality,

or maybe both?

wishes or fantasy,

or maybe neither?

Are dreams...

words or phrases,

or a conversation?

written or thought,

or something totally different?

Are dreams...

predictions or of the past,

or even a combination?

thoughts or rejected ideas,

or even a blend?

Are dreams...

welcomed or undesired,

or is it the same thing?

cheerful or depressing,

or is it interchangeable?

Are dreams...

full of fear or rage,

or feared because of rage?

full of joy or excitement,

or enjoyed because of excitement?

Are dreams...

the same or different,

but similar for everyone?

unique each time or repetitive,

but different for everyone?

Are dreams...

one second or one hour,

or does it make no difference?

remembered or forgotten,

or is there a different answer?

A Beautiful Fear

Why are lilies the flower of death if they are so beautiful?

Does this symbolize that there is something after death,

Something that is just as beautiful as lilies?

Why are ravens the bird of death if they are despised?

Does this symbolize how some people fear death,

So much that they fear the raven?

Forgotten

The old doll someone used to love
lies forgotten in the basement
unused, and alone

As the dust collects
on its porcelain face
the painted smile
sadly fades away

The body is maimed
one long gash down the side
too mutilated
to ever be whole again

This old doll is too mangled to save
but there are others, too,
forgotten
and longing for help

The Cruise

At 2:00 p.m. Xavier and Ronda got married. They were so happy. “Ronda I am so happy we got married Xavier said.
“Me too” Ronda said. After their wedding they went off to their new house that they would be living in. Then the next day Ronda got a call from her sister, Banda.
“I know you just got married so, congratulations. I am so happy for you.” Banda said.
“Thank you so much I appreciate it.” Ronda said.
“You know how we always have family reunions every five years?” Banda asked.
“Yea.” Ronda said.
“Well this year we are going on a cruise.” Banda said enthusiastically. The Cruise will be on Queen Elizabeth in three days.
“Really this is great.” Ronda said excitedly.
“You can invite your new husband’s brother and sister too.” Banda said with joy.
“Ok I will see you in three days. “Ronda said happily. Ronda went to tell Xavier the good news.
“Xavier my sister called, we are going on a cruise!” Ronda yelled excitedly.
“That’s great!” Xavier said happily.
“You can invite your brother and sister too.” Ronda said.
So Xavier got on the phone with his brother Lenny. He also got on the phone with his sister Emma. They both said they would be happy to go.
Today is the day they are going on the cruise. When they got to the boat, they were ten minutes early. So they waited and looked around at the scenery. Xavier noticed these two men who looked suspicious. He thought they new something. He thought that because they kept starring at their family. Their names are Matt and John. So far their family was getting on the boat, Matt and John was right behind them. Right then you heard a gun shot. Everyone ducked. Who was shot at? It was Matt. He was shot right in the eye. The sniper was seen from the roof top of an apartment building. His name is Victor. He is an assassin. Then he picked up the eyeball of Matt and put it in a Ziploc bag. Then he went to give it to his boss… Then everyone got on the boat and settled into their cabin. After that they went out to dinner in the dinning hall. Ronda went over to tell her husband something.
“I need some air I will be back in five minutes Ronda said.
“Ok” Xavier said.
Then as Ronda went out of the dining hall and stood under the moonlight she saw something. The person was in the shadows. She couldn’t make of the figure. She had noticed that the man had been following her. He followed her was they were getting to their cabins. So she was about to go in when she heard a noise.
“Creek”
She sprinted over to see what it was. It was a man. He grabbed her arm. He pulled her to the railing on the side of the boat.
“I know who you are, you’re……..” she whispered. Then it happened. She was pushed off the edge of the boat. As she was falling here arm hit the side of the boat and she landed in the water. Then……..walked away. Xavier got worried and went to look for her. When he got outside of the dinning hall, he didn’t see her. He ran all around Queen Elizabeth looking for her. He didn’t see her anywhere. Then John came up to him.
“I know where Ronda is.” John whispered.
“Well where is she?” Xavier asked.
“She was right over there when….”
“BANG!” Someone had been shot. It was John. He got shot in his neck. The bullet went right through his neck. He laided there with blood surrounding his neck. Xavier called for a medic. Then Xavier went over to see where John was pointing to. He looked down and there she was. She was laying there in the water dead. Xavier went back inside and called 911. One hour later a police boat showed up. They got off the police boat and walked onto to the cruise boat. There were two men named Von and Lanik. The4re was someone else in the background.
“What happened? I was standing over there and I heard a scream and a gun shot.” Vick said.
“Oh my wife was just killed. “Xavier said crying.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Vick said.
“Thank you.” Xavier whispered sadly. Xavier walked over to Von. “Can you pull here out of the water?” Xavier asked.
“Sure” Von said loudly. “We will have her out in twenty minutes.” Von said.
“Ok, thank you.” Xavier said. So the next few days they worked on the case. The searched the area where she had died. They examined here body. They found something. She had been cut on the arm before she died. Then this was man came up to Xavier and said I know who killed your wife.
“Who?” Xavier asked anxiously.
“Ping!” Everything went black. There was smoke everywhere. You couldn’t see a thing. The man was gone. The man was in this room with a bunch of men surrounding him.
“I am willing to pay $2,000,000.” The man said.
“Ok, I won’t tell anyone you killed Ronda.” Andy said. The next day when Xavier was walking around the boat and he bumped into Andy.
“Ok, who killed my wife?” Xavier asked rudely.
“I think his name is Steve.” Andy said.
“Ok, I will look him up and see if there are any Steve’s on the boat.” Xavier said.
Xavier went over to the computer room. He searched to see if Steve was on this boat. He had one result. Steve Jones. He is the cruise director. So Xavier went over to his office.
“Why did you kill my wife?” Xavier said frusturatedly.
“Excuse me, who am you and what.” Steve said.
“I am Xavier, Ronda’s husband. I have resources that say you pushed my wife off the boat and killed her. “Xavier announced.
“I didn’t, why would I?” Steve blurted out.
“I don’t know.” Xavier said.
“Ok, I believe you didn’t, but why would Andy say you did.” Xavier questioned. Xavier went to look for Andy. Then he heard some men talking in the lower areas of the boat.
They were talking about what they should do to Matt. Xavier went down there to check it out. Matt was tied up in a chair. His one eye was missing, because he had been shot. There it was. His eye was on the table next to the chair.
“How much do you know?” A man asked. He was wearing a black jacket, white pants and a hat.
“I don`t know what you`re talking about.” Matt said.
“I`m talking about the death of Ronda.” The man said.
“I won`t tell you a thing.” Matt said firmly.
“Ok fine, be prepared to be tortured.” The man said. He reached for the eyeball. He got it. Then opened the bag carefully and took it out. After that he was going to make Matt eat it.
“Hope you’re hungry.” The man said with a grin the size of the bottom of the boat. He was about to drop it in his mouth when….
“Ok, I know you killed Ronda.” Matt said.
“Kill him.” The man said.
“BANG!” The shotgun went off and shot Matt right in the neck. Xavier ran over to talk to Von.
“Go look over where the crime scene was one time.” Xavier said.
“Ok.” Von said. He went over and scooped it out. “I don’t see anything.” Von said.
“Well I do.” Xavier reached down and picked up a piece of the jacket the man was wearing, it was black. He told Von everything. They both went to Vick’s office.
“Call down Felix the boat driver.”
“Ok, he is on is way.” Vick said. When Felix reached the office he looked suspicious.
“What is the problem?” Felix asked. Xavier went over and matched the piece of material to Felix’s coat. It was an exact match.
“We found this where the crime scene happened. I heard Felix say he killed a.” Xavier said.
“Von take this man to jail for the rest of his like.” Xavier said.
“Good riddance.” Xavier yelled.

Marking Period 3

It is a good idea to put multiple pieces of creative writing up as early as possible during Marking Period 3.  I will be looking both for the amount of feedback you get on your creative piece as well as your response feedback and perhaps a new posting with the improvements suggested...take advantage of this forum to truly become a better writer!

Good Morning Sunshine

This morning I woke up from my alarm clock, Ding, ding, ding. I pressed the 'Snooze' button, closing my eyes once again. Moments later it decided to go off again. That time I covered my ears with my pillow, blocking out the annoyance of the beep. My mom never allowed that, she walked in checking to see if I was awake. She switched on the lights, blinding my eyes even though they were closed. She saw me in my bed and yelled my name over the alarm clock, thinking I was still fast asleep. She thought for a moment then took hold of my ankles tugging me from underneath the duvet cover. I thought fast and grabbed onto the head of my bed, half asleep. She finally gave up and dropped me back on the bed, walking over to the alarm clock, searching for the off button. I decided since she couldn't find it, I would help her. I scrambled out from under my covers, reaching over to the side table, finally shutting off the loud beep. I looked at her with a disappointed look. Finally she said, "Good Morning Sunshine," then walked out the door way. I sighed and then fell back into bed.

New Girl

New Girl

She’s all alone. People stare at her as she passes by. I can hear them all laughing at her because of her clothes and her appearance. She’s the new girl and it’s her first day. I remember when I was new to this town. It was fourth grade and I didn’t know anyone, while everyone else has been together for a longer time, all already had friends. I felt lonely, and thought that no one liked me. As the day dragged on, recess came. I was overjoyed by a few girls coming up to me and start talking to me. As the week went on, they kept talking to me everyday. Finally, I thought, I have made some friends. Suddenly I am snapped back to reality as the taunting gets louder and louder. It looks as if she’s on the verge of tears, and I feel sympathetic towards her. Remembering how alone and awkward I felt, I walked up to her and introduced myself.

If You Say So

If you say so,

I guess its true.

Why?

Because you said so,

that's why.

You tell me things,

and I listen to you tell me things.

And I have to believe that they're true

'Cause what's the point of listening

if they're not?

And I do listen...

So I guess they have to be,

right?

Good Enough For Me

Every now and then,

I can't help but think,

who will I be after I'm gone?

People have asked the question:

If a tree falls in the forest, but no one was there to hear it,

did it make a sound?

If there is no one listening to me,

did I make a sound?

I'd like to think that I already have,

but then again,

I'd like an awful lot of things.

Really, I can only hope

that someone is listening.

And after I am long gone,

I will still be here,

within the sound I made.

Even if only a sound,

that's good enough for me.

Driving Though the Night

Have you had love

So vast

It stretched the world

Three times over

Without a tear

Have you seen love

Translate eyes

Into the night sky

During a asteroid storm

Have you heard love

Crawl into your ears

And lull

You to oblivion

Away from the harsh day

Have you tasted love

That set your teeth

On edge

Tingling through your jaw

Like chewing on tin

Have you felt love

Slip inside

Past your ribcage

And reside next to your heart

Have you loved

So much

You didn't need words?

Just some words I thought to put together driving home from the art store/bookstore

(it wont put spaces between the stanzas. its supposed to be divided by the 'have you..'. each of those is a new stanza..)

Sorrow

Cold showers,
Long nights.
Blocking the pain.
Trying to fight.

A row of dominoes,
Knocked down by one.
When the battle's ended,
It's just begun.

No escape to relieve,
No soul to pour,
Trapped in darkness,

With
      light
            no
              more.

Rose

The color of blood

the flower of love and death

grows wildly in forests

untamed and protected

secure

safe from harm with its pin sharp thorns

its beauty can't be written or spoken

you must embrace it

an object that when give to a loved one stands for a thousand words