Creative Story

Her breath caught as she saw him standing there, sun dancing in his eyes.

Harriet Self was not expecting more in live expect to be a star. Since her young age of four, she knew deep in her heart that she was going to become the next Marilyn Monroe. She always believed that the camera longed for her, that without her on the a-list in the future the world would be boring or dull. She did everything in her power to meet this goal, that why when her father came down with lung cancer on the day of her first audition, she threw most of her life away.

Harriet’s parent had a different last name than herself. Her mother had been remarried twice, Harriet’s real father had heart problems, and died when he had a heart attack. John Less, her step father, tried his best to make Harriet feel like he was there. He tried his best, to not take the place of her father, but let her know that when she needed him he was there. He was selfless. Harriet could remember push him away whenever he tried to help, he always smelt like cigarettes, it was John’s only problem. He always attempted to help others out, so there was never any time for him to try quitting. Thus, when he had discovered his lung cancer, Harriet blamed no one but him. Harriet didn’t rush to the doctor’s office when she found out about the cancer like her mother did. She also didn’t go home and cry, like her parents did, when they had found out her step-father only had a month left. She stayed at the audition, and got the lead in an upcoming musical.

The remainder of John’s life was spent helping Harriet out. He volunteered at the musical, he helped her memorize lines, he put her out there, spoke to four different directors, three different modeling agencies, all in attemptation to make her famous, to help her discover her dream, and it worked. Harriet was found by one of the directors John had spoken to, and the rest is history. Harriet missed John’s funeral, she moved to Hollywood the day he died, and never looked back.

That was forever ago, now, Harriet Self is Harriet Ish. She’s twenty and married to Alex Ish. She barely sees him, they don’t even live in the same house. Neither of them could give up their multimillion dollar homes, so they both kept them. The buzz of an old alarm clock went off, and Harriet smacked it with force.

She inhaled deeply as she slid on her favorite pair of slippers, Her breathing was not what it used to be. Her heart wasn’t the greatest, much like her fathers, then with her smoking, things just aren’t as they should be. She stepped into her oversized closet and put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She was expected at a commercial shooting today, so no matter what she had choosen to wear they would make her change into a costume anyway.

She made her way down her stairs, a light coat over the tee and slipped her shoes on. She looked in the mail, there it was again. Harriet was to sign divorce papers, her husband had caught her cheating. Since they didn’t truly live anywhere near each other, he would usually send her the papers. Normally any sane person would sign the papers and move on, but Harriet knew deep down that she couldn’t do that. She would end up like her mother, four different husbands, and in Harriet’s eyes, all useless.

Now in her car, she was driving down the road to the studio. Her hood on her deep red corvette was down. Tourists pointed at her and she cruised down Hollywood Avenue. She smiled to herself, these people were her fans, and some idolized her like she once idolized Marilyn Monroe. This was the first time in her life that she had realized how far she had come. Turning to into the Fox Networks, she was preparing to shoot a commercial for a retro makeup brand. Retro was her style she had this in the bag.

Her high heels clanked as she stepped into the studio’s cold hard concrete floor. The place where she would be shooting a commercial was the popular scene in New York City. Her smile widened from ear to ear, giddy with excitement she waltzed over to her agent.

“Darling!” The older woman began. “I know this commercial will do some pretty great things for you. It’s a retro make-up brand titled Monroe. By the look on your face I think I know that you know who you’ll be poising as in this ad” She took a pause to inhale. “Your makeup and hair artist are in the dressing room on the left, the third door down. Your costume will be there too, we’ll start shooting soon after you’re ready. Your lines are simple, there’s no script, just some cue cards, so I’m sure this will be easy.”

Harriet nodded. Easy was good. She stepped into the dressing room to be greeted by hair curlers and make-up brushes. Soon after her make-up was completed she was left in the room alone. The dress was like no other, Marilyn Monroe’s signature white dress. It was no hassle to slide it on. She put on the matching white heels and began to step out of the room when something caught her eye. She could have sworn there was a man sitting in the chair. Shrugging it off, she walked out to the set. No one was around.

She began to feel odd. You know the feeling you get when something bad is about to happen? Yeah, that’s how she felt. She could hear her cell phone ring from the dressing room, but didn’t bother to go look. She was technically working, although no one was around she had to focus on her job.
“Hello?”her rich voice called out. “Hello?”
Taking a few steps to the other side of the room, her call we answered.

“Hello.” A Man called out. Harriet turned around to be greeted by a face she shouldn’t be seeing. The feeling like lighting hit her had run its course through her body. Her left arm went numb, she clenched her heart, and collapsed to the ground. He body began to shiver and she screamed. It didn’t help, no one was around. When the violent shakes finished and sight began to flood with bright light, she looked over to the man.

She inhaled deeply, her lungs hurt as she did this. Her breath caught as she saw him standing there, sun dancing in his eyes. John Less was not dead and was not rotting in a hole somewhere, stood right in front of her. She couldn’t exhale; her eyelids began to feel heavy. John smiled and she finally gave in, and let her eyes close.

I wish that...

There were still dinosaurs, cause I'd brofist a teradactile.

:D My weekend is going to be great, I'm going to UWM friday morning to go to a convention with a friend. I'm going to meet some famous artist and voice actors, along with a guy thats coming dressed as Optimus Prime. :]

Sylvia walked down the shore of the sunny California beach. The sun was setting, her day was perfect. She had spent the majority of her time on the Saturday downtown with friends. Now that the sun was setting, the weather became cooler and cooler. Parents and their children were packing up, older teens and couples have already left. Her and her friends had planned on camping out on the beach, it was in fact her job to take over the perfect spot for the tent when the family cleared out.
It wasn’t until near dark when the family decided to clear out. Soon after, the group of five pitched their tent. A fire was started and everyone began to gather around it. A perfect night began; funny stories and marshmallow fight erupted. The night seemed to be perfect until Jason, Syliva’s older brother began to dabble in scary stories.
“Anyone want to hear the story of Old man Halson’s murder?” He asked in a sinister tone.
“Mr.Halson didn’t die.” Janie, His girlfriend pointed out. “He still is the mail man, loser.”
“Oh, whatever, I meant the one about his wife.”
“He was never married!” Henry stated strongly.
Jason smirked and gave up, “What about the story of the Mass Lake Murders? Now, we all know that’s real?”
Sylvia shivered; Mass Lake was the lake they were camping out in front of, and the murders were real. They happened back where her grandmother was little. A man would kill people then throw their bodies into the lake. Her Grandmother would always tell her and her brother they story of when their great aunt and her boyfriend found a boy while fishing.
“Legend says that he was never caught.” Jason smiled, he loved these horror things.
“Grandma said they found him dead in his home!” Sylvia yelled back.
“Yeah, but they never truly had him in prison, right?” He shot back. “He killed fourteen people over the course of two years, it was a notorious crime, and it was all done on this here beach.”
Sylvia looked at Janie and shivered; Again, this whole thing creped her out.
Janie gave Jason a look. “Let’s just hit the hay, alright? It’s warm enough outside, so wecan pull our sleeping bags out here.”
That they did. The four placed themselves in a circle around the fire, and when set up, Henry put the flames out. Not even ten minutes later and everyone was out like a light.
Sylvia sat up fastly. The sounds of sloshing feet woke her from her usually deep sleep. She looked around, everyone was still sound asleep, but Jason was no longer in his sleeping bag. She checked her watch, 10:02.It wasn’t too late. She heard the sloshing feet again. Whipping her head from side to side, there was nowhere from the noise to come from. No one was near the camp. She shrugged it off, It was probably Jason just trying to sacer her, and drifted back to sleep.
She jolted awake again. This time, she could have sworn Jason screamed. She wasn’t alone this time. Janie and Henry were awake as well. She check her watch, 11:02. Janie gave her a look.
“Did anyone notice Jason leave?” she asked.
Sylvia replied quickly, “I woke up about an hour ago, and he wasn’t here. I heard foots steps too.”
Henry sighed. “Whether he is trying to trick us or if he is really in trouble,” he began to stand up, “We gotta go make sure he’s okay.” He then extended his hand to help scared and confused Sylvia up.
Janie stood up soon after. “He can’t be far. If we heard him yell then we should be fine.” She reached into her pocket, “Did anyone bring their cellphone?”
Sylvia shook her head. “No, I didn’t. My dad took mine away right before I came here.”
Henry soon followed after, “I did, but it’s dead”
Janie sighed, “It wouldn’t be so bad. We’re downtown, but everything is closed. There isn’t an actual home for about a mile. But, whatever; We’ll be fine. Meet up here in ten minutes, Split up.”
Cautiously, Sylvia walked towards the beach’s shore. The only light around them was the moon, which didn’t illuminate much. Larger objects were easily seen, such as rocks, but attempting to dodge everything on the ground was easy. She ended up face first in the sand over a piece of drift wood.
“Jesus.” She groaned as she rubbed her head. Plopping her hand back into the sand, she discovered something. Grasping what felt like a round hunk of plastic attached to a strip of tough fabric. She studied it in the dark, it was clear what it was, it was her brothers watch. There was no doubt, the fabric had a patch stitched into the side, It was Jason’s.
She stood up and brushed the moist sand off of her. She gazed into the ocean, it looked amazing in the moon light. Further studying the ocean, she realized there was something floating in the water, it looked like a body or something. Dropping the watch she began to paddle her way into the icy waters. Grasping the object she pulled It out if the water to find…