CHS Creative Writing
Family Dinner
By CHS Sophomore
CRASH.
A girl with long, dark hair crashed into the floor, the string of leaf decorations she had been attempting to hang landing on top of her. She let out a long groan of pain, she forced herself into a sitting position, rubbing her bruised cheek.
“Ha! You suck,” called a boy who shared her dark brown hair and eyes from where he was sitting on the couch, watching her fruitless attempts at decorating the house.
She glared at him. “Maybe I wouldn’t suck so much if you were actually useful for once in your pathetic life and helped me.”
“And miss you almost killing yourself? No way,” he replied with a smug grin. Fighting the urge to slap him, the girl turned away from her brother, picking up the fallen stepladder and leaves and beginning her wobbly way back up the steps. After watching her struggle to pin up another section for a minute or two, the boy spoke again. “Why are you doing this again, exactly? Thanksgiving’s going to be a disaster no matter how many dead leaves you tape to the walls, so why bother?”
His sister didn’t reply for several moments, focusing all of her attention on to the string she carefully stuck to the wall with a piece of Scotch tape. After nearly falling again, barely catching herself by clamping an iron grip on to the bookcase next to her, she finally shot back, click here to finish the story
The Séance
A short Halloween story
by CHS Sophomore
“Why can’t we just go trick-or-treating?”
Linus turned back to who had spoken, a short and chubby kid his age. “It’s too late now,” he told him, glancing at the orange sky. “Even if we turn back now, it’ll be almost ten by the time we get home.”
A girl, who was even shorter than the nervous boy but a third his width, patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, it’s probably not even real. Just a spooky story parents tell their kids so they don’t trespass on private property.”
He looked down at the leaf-strewn ground, kicking a rock. “Then why are we doing it?”
“Because it’s fun, and beats having to take our little siblings to random houses demanding candy,” Linus replied simply, ducking out of the way of a hanging branch.
Suddenly, the girl’s hand shot forward, pointing at something looming between the trees up ahead. “Look! There it is!”
Linus grinned. “Come on!” He rushed forward, the others following closely behind. They arrived at a grave covered with moss and ivy; Linus brushed it away and squinted at the words, barely legible. “Here lies… Theodore… Eastman – it’s our guy!”
The girl grinned, slipping her backpack off her shoulders and quickly unzipping it. She brought out click here to finish the story