Creative writing

11. Craft a story with the following first line: I slowly backed up and sat in the nearest chair.

            I slowly backed up and sat in the nearest chair.  Then the bell rang.  I ran out of the room as quickly as I could and practically flew out the school doors.  I can’t believe it.  It just isn’t possible.  I leapt and jogged and skipped back home, to tell my mother the good news.  As soon as I opened the door I saw my mother.  She was slowly rocking.  Back, forth.  Back, forth.  I looked around.  Something was wrong.  Something was missing.  I ran up the stairs into my baby brother Ralph’s room.  My father was there.  But this can’t be.  No.  And then I saw my baby brother.  He was lying motionless in his crib, sleeping peacefully.

            “Don’t you touch him! ”  I screamed. 

            “It’s too late. The deed’s been done.” my father whispered with a slight grin.

            “You’re mad!  You’re insane!  Go back to jail!  Leave us alone!  LEAVE NOW!!!” I wailed at the top of my lungs.  He silently walked out of the room, down the stairs (step, step, step, step…), into the living room (he paused for a short second there), and finally out of our house.  I took small steps towards my baby brother.  Still breathing.  Good.  Then what was he talking about?  The deed’s been done?  I walked back down stairs to my mother.  My mind was foggy. 

            Hello mother.

            Hello, my boy.  What was that exciting thing you were telling me?

            I got a 100% on my math final.

            Wow. You must be the smartest boy in the 9^th grade!

            Yes.  That is what Mr. Stein told me.

           

            “Boy, what are you doing?!  Is that a dead body?!!!!  I’m calling the police!”

            Mother, what were you saying?

            I was about to tell you that we should leave.

            Okay, I’ll lead the way.

            “Put her down!  Stop!  The police are on the way.”

            Mother, do you think we should get baby Ralph from his cradle?

            Yes that is a splendid idea.

            “What do you think you are doing with that baby?”

            Come along, honey.  You don’t want to miss the boat.

            Okay, I’ll get on it now.  But that annoying old man is following me.

            “Stop!  Stop!  What are you doing?!  Get away from the pond!”

            Riding on the boat should be great fun.

            Indeed it should be, my boy.  Now tell baby Ralph to shut up. 

            SHUT UP RALPH!!!!

            Quite a good boy you are.  Away we go, for the boat has arrived!

***

            “I saw it with my own eyes.  That boy took his dead mother and his living baby brother and jumped into the pond with them!  He must be insane!” says our neighbor.

            “We’ll eventually figure out why he did this.” says the police chief.

They stare into the pond at our floating corpses.

END.