In my creative writing class I was told we had to write short stories and this is mine.
The hunt was almost over. The Gazelles were in reach,
grazing silently, their eyes softening with the taste of the morning dew
and sweet grass. Oblivious to their surroundings. It was time. Rokara
pounced, missing the gazelle as it barely escaped. She sped after it with
the rest of the lionesses on her heels. She was almost in reach of the kill,
but a river was coming up ahead. She knew there were alligators in it. It
was too dangerous, she couldn’t lead her pride into it. So she slowed the
hunt and came to a stop as the gazelles were crossing to the other side. A
few of the injured and weak were picked off, one by one, like flower
petals. Falling into the water as the alligators feasted.
Katie woke up, her mind buzzing with questions about her dreams
that she could never answer. This happened every night and as usual, She
pushed it away and went on with her everyday life. She woke up, took a
shower, brushed her teeth, and grabbed a piece of toast for breakfast;
seeing that she would be late to the bus again.
She dragged herself through her classes, being a straight A
student and finding most of her classes easy. And at lunch she sat with
her usual group of friends.”so is everyone coming to my house for the
party tomorrow night” her best friend Amanda asked? Everyone cheered
except for Katie. “I'm not feeling good, I think I'm just gonna chill at
home”. “But it's a Saturday night! You have to come. Hayden will be
lonely without you.” I told you! I don't care about Hayden!” Katie argued.
She distinctly remember telling Amanda this, it seems like a million
times. “well I'll see you later, I got to go.” Katie left, finished the rest of
her day with more boring classes and went home. She didn't know why
but she just wasn't in the mood for anything right now. Skipping dinner,
she went to bed, thinking to herself, “It's gonna be the same old dream
again. . . .”