Welcome to the archive: Howdy and welcome to what will be a very unique bit of the catalog. These are exorcise in Creative Writing for my Creative Writing class and I have decided to share them here. These are all created as assignments and as such are meant to be more PG oriented and boy have I enjoyed my Creative Writing class. PS, I made an entire scene as a FNAF reference so it's not all original.

Belle Starr

I hadn't thought much of it, that girl that walked onto the bus. A small thing, petite with a shawl, jeans, low cut tennis shoes, a leather purse, and a paper bag clutched to her chest. I was lucky, considering I could sit in the back by myself in that packed bus where complaints about the heat were thrown around.

"Mind if I sit here?" The girl asked, making me lower my headphones.

"Um," I looked forward, looking to see if there was any other kind of space for her to go to but had no such luck. "No, I don't mind."

I moved my bag from the seat to the floor between my feet while she sat down next to me on the edge of the seat with her legs out in the aisle of the bus. I moved my headphones back to my ears to continue listening to the song, but she tapped me on the shoulder.

"What's your name?" She asked.

I stammered for a second, not expecting her to have even talked to me, "Uh, Censored."

"Really? Huh, well I'm Belle Starr,." She said, and, winking at me, made a clicking noise out the side of her mouth.

"Belle Starr?"

"Don't you know who Belle Starr was?"

"Uh, no. I don't think I've heard of her before." The name tickled my brain though, as I did find it familiar but it wasn't connecting.

"Did you know she was one of the meanest women out in the Old West?" The girl began, adjusting the paper bag in her lap.

I closed the laptop as I realized this girl was probably going to talk my ear off the whole ride and so as to not seem rude, I let her do just that.

Sparrow

Get to Know Your Character Assignment

Scenario 2

"So you want me to take all I've got from my person out and put it on this table?" Sparrow asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yup," I said, my arms folded as I stared at my creation.

"You already know whats in there though."

"Yeah, but the teacher reviewing this doesn't."

"Oh! Interdemsional watchers, hello!" Sparrow waved in a random direction not able to actually perceive he was being described instead of actually watched.

I sighed, "Can you just get to it, I need to pad this out as long as possible but I want to get to the objects."

Sparrow stopped waving and turned back toward me, "Can I take things out of the shatterpoint?"

"Yes, I'm sure he'll count it as being on your person considering its connected to your very being."

Sparrow nodded and reached into his jean pockets, taking out a flip phone and his wallet placing those on the table. He checked his back jeans pockets and then reached into his coat pockets and pulled out a gold coin alongside an immaculate looking fountain pen before placing them on the table.

I picked up the golden coin and looked at the split four leaf clover stamped into it. I then looked back over at Sparrow as he reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a silver revolver before placing it on the table.

"That's all I got on me."

"Shatterpoint then."

Sparrow nodded and reached out to space just near his hip and his arm disappeared at a point. There was no hole or tear, his arm just sunk into a space that wasn't visible to anyone but Sparrow himself. Soon he was pulling out a black cane with a silver handle that was utterly plain with no real decoration, he placed that against the table.

He reached in again and now a leather bound journal was clutched in Sparrow's hand. He set that down near the fountain pen before he once again reached into the shatterpoint. He took out another revolver although this one was black and he put that down with its silver twin, then he reached in with two hands and brought out a sheathed roman Gladius sword with silver chains wrapped around thirteen circular locks. He set the sword down on the table and reached in to take out a folded flag with what looked like a gently painted flame on it, he set it down and looked at me, "That's it."

"Are you sure, didn't Lilith give you something recently?"

"You said this was meant to be PG right?"

"Yeah."

Sparrow simply stared at me. I sighed as I realized whatever he kept on him as a reminder of Lilith was probably best kept in the shatterpoint for this.

Scenario 3

Sparrow looked down at the door handle. It was just a motel door with the room number 101 posted on it. At least that was it looked like, Sparrow however knew exactly what this door lead to. This door led anyone who walked in to their greatest fear realized and Sparrow did want to know what he considered his greatest fear.

He had a few ideas but he wanted to know which one was worse to him and confirm it for himself. So with a breath he clutched the handle, twisted it and walked inside.

Sparrow found himself in a field at night. It wasn't a grassy field or anything like that, no it was marred by a blackened ground and pockmarked by craters. In that field was a number of bodies, human bodies. Sparrow walked forward into the hellscape and found himself staring down at one of the human bodies.

He kneeled down and took the journal clutched in the young mans hand. It may hold some information on what had occurred. Sparrow flipped open the book and soon found himself staring at the page he landed on.

/—/

2/8/30

We're doomed. I know it, the captain knows it, and the crew definitely knows it. I thought we could make it through and close that damned gate before any more of those things could escape from it. We hadn't expected to meet such resistance from the enemy here but what else should we have expected.

We failed and now those things will destroy our world. If anyone somehow finds this or if any alien creature finds this world and journal then please run. Theres nothing worth finding on this doomed world.

/—/

Sparrow closed the journal and placed it on the dead man's chest. He stood and turned toward the only source of light in this hellscape. A large open gate sat in the field, a white light coming from its doors even though nothing good came from that door.

Sparrow began walking toward the gate and watched as creatures ran from it into the world. Sparrow watched as these creatures began tearing through the corpses of the group he'd just left behind but he kept going fully aware this was an illusion based on his own fears. Finally he made it to the gate and found what he was looking for.

A woman stood off to the side of the gate. She weakly held the sword in her hand, a roman gladius that's blade sheened silver. Her hair was blonde and her blue eyes beheld the world in terror before they locked onto Sparrow's own figure.

The two stared at each other before the woman could no longer hold herself up and began to fall. Sparrow moved and caught her within his arms, "You warned us this would happen." She rasped.

"Yes." Sparrow responded.

"Why didn't we ever heed your warnings?"

"Because you Pendragons have the pride of a dragon and have not had the need to reign it in for millenia."

The woman weakly looked up at him, a hand reaching up to clasp on his shoulder, "Please, Merlin, fix this."

Sparrow looked down at the sword and then back to the woman, "No."

"W-why!?"

"Because this isn't real. I will never allow you to have that sword or let you foolishly open the gate as you no doubt will in your hubris." Sparrow stood, letting the woman fall to the ground. He ignored her now and reached for the sword, he grabbed it and looked at the gate.

"I suppose I know what I fear more." Sparrow looked at the blade in his hands, an illusion of the actual one, "It makes sense but I suppose I expected the other." Sparrow brought the sword up, his hands wrapping around the handle and allowing the power to flow through the blade. It began glowing, purple mana whisped from the blade before he pulled back and then slashed the blade through the air in an arc. In that swing an arc of pure purple energy cut through the air toward the gate until it connected and the world went white.

Sparrow found himself standing in front of the door to room 101 again. His hand was on the knob but he let go instead of twisting it again. He looked at the door and nodded to himself before walking away.

Character Creation Scene

Scenario 1

Sparrow stepped out of the car and looked over at the building he stopped in front of. The Lucky Green Bank was the first real bank built in Bluebrook, constructed in 1843 only a few years after O'Neil founded the city. It was a small building compared to those around it but it had a reputation of being more efficient and trusted than the other bank franchises that tried muscling in.

Sparrow closed the door to his car and walked around it to get to the sidewalk. He walked through the crowd that walked up and down the sidewalk; people getting to their jobs, out to get some food, or just taking a walk around the city since it was a warmer day and it was getting close to autumn.

Soon Sparrow was walking up the steps and through the double glass doors with the buildings name vinyled onto the glass. Sparrow was hit with the cold air from the air conditioner that was always on. Sparrow looked on the small lobby and toward the receptionist desk which was manned by a red haired woman.

Sparrow walked over to the desk, his black oxfords making a clicking sound against the tiled floor. The sound alerted the woman who looked up at Sparrow as he stopped in front of the desk.

"Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Heinfield." Sparrow said, making the secretary begin looking through the vanilla folder next to her.

"Name?" She asked as she searched the folder.

"Hector Robins." Sparrow answered, he especially like the name he came up for this life. It sounded like one from one of those fairy tales he kept in the children section of his store.

The secretary nodded and placed her finger on a paper she landed on, "He's in his office." She said before taking a nametag that had visitor printed on it and handing it to him. Sparrow took it and clamped it on the chest pocket of his blazer.

Sparrow nodded with a smile toward the secretary and headed off down the corridor leading to Heinfield's office. As he walked he looked at the pictures hung along the hallway which consisted of artistic renditions of Leprechauns. Sparrow smirked as he passed them all.

Finally he made it to the end of the hall and knocked on the door. He waited for a moment until he heard a muffled 'come in', then he opened the door and walked inside. He was greeted by a humble office with the smell of tobacco permeating it.

Behind the desk was a small man. If anyone looked at him out in public they'd assume he was affected by Dwarfism but the reality was his species didn't grow taller than four feet. Paddy Heinfield was a Leprechaun.

"Ah! Sparrow, I was wonderin' when you'd finally walk thru' that door." Paddy said as he hopped off his chair and walked up to Sparrow. Paddy had a thick irish accent that hadn't disappeared even after the long time he'd spent in America.

"Sorry, Paddy. I was held up with a customer when you called." Sparrow said, bending down to shake Paddy's hand.

"Well, water under the bridge, old friend. Besides we have a bigger problem than you being slightly late, come on." Paddy walked past Sparrow and out of his office. Sparrow followed after the leprechaun as he led Sparrow to the problem.

Eventually the two were in the basement looking at a large mirror covered in a white sheet, "I made sure no one touched it after I figured out what it was." Paddy said as Sparrow walked closer to the covered mirror.

"How did you learn what it was?" Sparrow questioned.

"I was checkin' it over." Paddy recounted, "It came in a shipment of similar mirrors that I intended to use to replace the old ones in the bathroom but this one had some dust coverin' the glass, so I took me rag and went to wipe it off and me hand sunk into it as if I'd put it in water!"

Sparrow took the sheet covering the glass and pulled it off.

As Paddy said, it was dusty looking, "So it looked liked you dipped your hand into water?" Sparrow asked.

"Aye, I felt somethin' else as well but I pulled me hand out before whatever it was could do anything."

"Hmm." Sparrow took a close look at the glass before deciding to try something else. "Do you have anything down here you won't miss?"

"Uh, that pocket watch on the shelf there is doin' nothin' but collectin' dust." Paddy said, gesturing to a shelf that held a lot of random knick nacks and a silver pocket watch. Sparrow walked over to the shelf and took the pocket watch.

Sparrow walked back over to the mirror but before he did anything he focused some of his magic into the pocket watch. The watch began ticking as his magic made the gears inside turn after a long time of being inactive but that was just a byproduct of what Sparrow was actually doing.

Nodding his head Sparrow closed the watch and tossed it at the mirror. Just as expected the pocket watch sunk into the mirror like he'd tossed a rock into a body of water. Sparrow focused on the small amount of magic he left in the pocket watch and felt the magic get further and further away until it felt so far Sparrow could only conclude it wasn't even on earth anymore.

"Well, it seems you've found a portal alright. Where it goes is something I'm not sure of though." Sparrow admitted. He had turned the pocket watch into a beacon, the beacon had very long range so the fact Sparrow could only barely feel it meant it was very far away.

"So, what do we do with it?" Paddy asked.

"We find out where it goes, obviously." Sparrow said as he looked around the basement. He spotted a rope and walked over to it, taking it and wrapping it around his waist.

"Are-uh you sure about this, Sparrow? I mean we don't know whats on the other side." Paddy said, raising his concerns about this.

"Don't worry, I can still feel the pocket watch. If I couldn't I wouldn't have even thought about finding out whats on the other side." Sparrow walked over to Paddy and put the other side of the rope in his hands, "Now, do me a favor and don't let go."

Before Paddy could get another word in Sparrow had already walked into the mirror.

Sparrow found himself pushing out of another mirror into a strange place. It was an underpass and looked like it belonged to an inner city road. Sparrow looked back and found himself looking at a glowing crack in a cement wall. He looked down and saw the pocket watch sitting there, he crouched down and picked it up taking back the magic in it and pocketing the watch.

Sparrow looked around at the underpass and looked toward the sound of wrustling paper. A newspaper was tumbling across the pavement. Sparrow reached out and snagged it as it went by, he looked the first page and was surprised to see a humanoid monkey on the cover. The tagline being New Mayor Elected. He sifted through the newspaper and found images of similar looking creatures.

"Hmm, so this world has humanoid animals? Interesting." Sparrow murmurs before he feels a tug on the rope. Paddy was probably a little bit worried about him so Sparrow folded the newspaper under his armpit and walked back toward the crack. He touched it and soon found himself walking back into the Lucky Green Bank's basement.

"Well? What'd you see?" Paddy asked to which Sparrow simply handed him the newspaper. Paddy read through it and Sparrow could see the astonishment on his face, "Bloody hell, a whole other world right in me basement."

"What do you plan on doing with it?" Sparrow asked.

"I'm letting you have it. As much I want to keep if to just have something like that its better in your hands then me own."

Sparrow took another glance at the mirror and smirked, "Alright I'll take it but do me a bit of a favor, Paddy. Can you tell me where you got this thing from? I wonder if they have any more of these portals just sitting around."

Sparrow didn't stay much longer after Paddy gave him the name of the people he bought the mirror off of. Sparrow had carefully taken the mirror into the back of his car and drove back to his own store to keep the mirror locked up in his basement.

Eerie Office Scene

Robert Pine was down on his luck and had just lost his previous job which was how he found backed into the corner he was now in. He sat in a chair facing the desk of the Career Counselor Jack Boynton. The career counselor himself wasn't in the office yet as his secretary had explained he was doing something else at the moment so Robert was forced to wait. It had been ten minutes already and his leg had begun bouncing up and down.

Robert looked around the office, a modest room with a carpet floor, gray painted walls, and a fiberglass ceiling with a few lights spaced between the tiles. The counselor's desk was a drab metal coloring with a laminated wood top that was covered by typical office objects: a phone and answering machine, stacks of papers, and a computer resting on the right of the leather chair behind the desk.

Behind the leather chair of the counselor were a row of filing cabinets, beside the row was a tall bookshelf that seemed to overflow with thick books and a paper back white one that looked like a manual. Behind Robert sat a smaller book case that only came up to the height of the desk but had a coffee maker sitting on top of it with two plain white mugs sitting beside the machine.

Robert turned his head to the walls of the office which were decorated with pictures of strange scenes. One picture was a painting with a strange yellow rabbit pulling what looked like a ghost from a fox, another had the same rabbit but this time it was pulling down a ghost toward a purple colored rabbit. The other paintings depicted similar scenes, all with the yellow rabbit doing something to a ghost.

Robert checked his watch and found it had been five minutes since he last checked. He sighed and looked toward the book shelf. Robert doubted Mr. Boynton would mind if he read some of the books on the counselor's shelf and stood up to walk over. Nothing on the shelf was actually of any interest to Robert, a lot of books pertaining to robotics and a few textbooks that pertained to electricity and human anatomy.

Though in the small gaps between the books he had found some manuals for a pizzeria chain in town. It was manuals on the animatronic band and every important part of them, even an entire page on the security protocols installed. Robert thought that it was strange that a career counselor would have these.

RING!...RING!...RING!

Robert jumped at the ringing of the phone piercing through the quiet office. He looked over at it but dismissed it as it was most likely for the counselor and not something he should listen to. Though it now seemed like he didn't have a choice as soon the call dropped and the answering machine came on, "You have…one new message." The robotic feminine voice spoke.

"AFTON!" The yell made Robert jump again, "I know it was you! No one else could have done it without knowledge of how the security system worked or how the animatronics were programmed!" The exclamation made Robert look down at the manual he was holding, "You bastard! How could you be so vile, they were only kids. Oh…Charlotte…" The man droned off, sobbing before the message stopped.

Robert stared at the answering machine. His mind putting pieces together but one thing was unclear. The name the man had said. Afton? Robert thought for a moment as he recognized that name. It was the name of one of those co-owners of that pizzeria chain.

Hadn't he gone missing?

Robert looked down at the manual in his hand and squinted in confusion. Why would a career counselor have these? Why would that man on the phone call Mr. Boynton, Afton? Then that brought his mind to something else. The calendar.

Robert walked over to the calendar and looked at the dates crossed off. The 14th was marked as a birthday party. It was the 25th today and Robert recalled something happening that day and hearing a news reel about missing children. Why would his career counselor have that marked?

Now his mind was racing and suddenly he noticed it. It was feint but a smell had finally made itself known to Robert. A metallic smell, like iron. Didn't blood have a smell like iron? It was coming from the second door in the office. Likely a closet.

Robert inched closer to the closet and the smell finally became stronger. It wasnt overwhelming but now it was very noticeable. It made Robert wonder how no one had noticed before. He finally stood in front of the door and his hand wrapped around the handle. It twisted.

Robert pulled the door open and stared at the contents.

A full sized animatronic stood in front of Robert. A yellow felt covered it from head to toe with the rabbit animatronic sporting a large purple bow tie and two black buttons leading down its chest but it was the hands that kept Roberts attention. They were red and dripping to the floor.

Robert's breathing picked up. He had to get out of here. He had to let the police know-

"Oh, guess I should've cleaned that better." A voice said behind him.

Robert didn't have the time to turn before his world went black.

Bookshelf Scene

My family never believed me on how my bookshelf seems to come alive at night so I decided to get some proof. I set up a camera across the room pointed toward the bookshelf and went to sleep. Now its morning and I'm going over the footage.

The time read 11:34 PM when the first sign of movement appeared. An old Batman action figure I owned was looking around, searching for something. It seems he didn't find it as he looked back and signaled with his arm and then everything began. An old coca cola bottle I kept from my time in Brooklyn sprouted cartoony eyes and began looking about alongside the other figurines that decorated the shelf.

Then they started descending the shelf down to the bottom one which held a miniature poker set inspired by that one painting with the dogs. They all went down and began playing, I couldn't get a good look at what they were betting but I assumed it was something important to them. I continued watching and sped up to around 3:02 AM but they were still playing though it seemed Batman was sitting on the edge of the shelf dejected. I guess he lost.

Dialogue Weaver Scene

For the last few hours he and Robbie had been testing the new truck they'd recently gotten. They were tearing through a field. Drifting, doing donuts, just generally having a good time when they came across an odd sight.

"What do you think they are?" Jack asked, hanging off the side of the truck on the passenger side to get a better look.

"I think they're bear cubs." Robbie said. He hadn't gotten out to look, he was still at the wheel but now he was gazing at the same sight as Jack.

Jack looked at Robbie with an eyebrow raised. "Bear cubs? What are they doing out in a field?" Jack asked. The part of the field the bears were in was a long way from the woods. It was not the place for three cubs to be milling about.

Robbie looked at Jack in confusion. "How should I know?" Robbie questions.

"Well what do we do?" Jack asked.

"How should I know?" Robbie repeated, not having a clue on what to do with three bear cubs.

So what'd you all think?