Creative Writing: Above The Clouds

After much trial and error and strenuous training, Sky developed into one of the best horses in the country. Sky worked as a cow horse, performed as atrick horse, and ran like a wild horse. In Ralph’s mind, no better horse ever existed than his roan. Because of Sky-High’s many talents, he and Ralph experienced many thrilling affairs together. Winning rodeos, pulling off incredible stunts, or just riding freely, boy and horse alike cherished every moment they spent together. From the time he spent training with Hi and the time spent simply observing Sky, he attained much useful knowledge. The experience bettered his riding abilities and enabled him the skills needed to break a horse in the future. Ralph so deeply desired Sky and worked so diligently to make his dream a reality, that in the end it turned out better than he could ever have imagined or

Five hours passed and the sky was pitch black. "Time to hit the hay", the trail boss said. As the other cowhands winded down, I rounded up the last few cows. When I was done I made a cot on the cold ground. Today had been a long day and I was already dreading tomorrow. I was about to fall asleep when suddenly the boss said, "I still can't believe you saved me from that lion. Is there anything that I can do to repay you?""Can I be the first one to get my food next time?", I

Imagine that you are on the brink of curing cancer. Many people believe that it can not be done and angrily tell you so. You also have countless difficulties in obtaining funding for your research. Then you remember, the arduous road to curing cancer will bring joy and happiness to millions around the globe and so you to persist day in and day out until you finally reach your goal. This characteristic to “persevere despite a presence of many challenges and obstacles” (TRI) is labeled as grit. In the book True Grit by Charles Portis, a fourteen year old girl by the name of Mattie Ross is determined to find Tom Chaney, the man who murdered her father. She enlists the help of a stubborn U.S. Marshall by the name of Rooster Cogburn. They set off

Reading this book, I was reminded of the life lessons I have learned growing up around horses and how much in common there is with the high-ends and people such as myself. Growing up, handling equine was just common knowledge for everyone, and because of that I’ve learned that there needs to be a bond and some trust between the rider and horse.

When people think about the life of living in a concentration camp, they think about how unbearable and inhumane the way people were treated and how they had to live in order to survive. Elie Wiesel will help you better understand the way they lived and what they went through in their everyday life and what it felt like to finally be free. He tells us a story about the lifestyle in living in a concentration camp, how he and his father and many others try to survive, and how the people who survived were finally able the live free again and he tries to get people to understand everything that happened and how everyone who was brought the the camps understood what had happened.

Hello. My name is Andrew Loklen, and this story is about how my family felt about the Stamp Act. The Stamp Act required the colonists to pay a tax, represented by a stamp, on every printed piece of paper, such as documents, newspapers, and playing cards. The Stamp Act was passed on March 22, 1765. This story took place on October 25, 1965. Now, here it is.

Jonathan had lost breath after a few minutes that felt like hours. He ran into a bush and ducked down whispering to himself, "Help me.. help me.. Please.". Jonathan heard a faint growl and moved around the bush. He began to make a loud sound of pain as a thorn stuck itself into his shoulder. The creature sprang near an area of grass nearby the bush. It began circling the bush as Jonathan attempted to shield his mouth from making more sound. Jonathan bolted out of the bush running quickly, attempting to push sticks in the way of the creature. He caught his leg on a stick he was trying to push into the way and fell. Silence fell as Jonathan looked around Terrified. A scream escaped Jonathan's mouth as the creature began leaping at him. He had

When I was 15 I started going to day treatment. It was in Shiocton and was called Chaps Academy. It was in shiocton and was called Chaps Academy. It was for girls only and there were two groups. The first day I went to see it I saw the trainer lunging the horse. I loved it and I wanted to try it.

Shadow Mountain was shaped kind of like a cone that spiraled upward to form a sharp snow capped peak. There were lush green meadows on either side and a river of fire spanned by a rope bridge. It rolled to the edge of a gaping pit, and dropped off in a glowing red cascade, splashing hot sparks into the air. Colorful Firebirds fluttered in enormous twisted oaks while hundreds of stinky skunk apes foraged for plum-colored worms in a grassy field rippling with pink and white wildflowers. They were tall—at least ten feet—but crooked, with bowed legs, gorilla arms that shot off in angles, and curly matted orange fur, glinting gold in the midday light. Some were dressed for the hunt wearing taupe,

I got a phone call one night when I was on my way to go feed my horse that she got out of her pasture and was in someone’s yard. We did not know how she got out but after looking at the fence we found a place where it had come down. The next morning I put her back out into her pasture after the fence got fixed thinking she won’t get out again. I was at school and my first class of the day had just started when I got a phone call. It was someone telling me that my horse had jumped the electric fence and got herself stuck between that and the wooden fence. I quickly called my mom and got her to pull me out of school so we could go get her unstuck. Once we got her out we found out that the electric fence wasn’t even one. So I thought my horse

He shrugs. “You know I came back to Camelot to look for you after it had fallen?”

The poor thing. A fascinating tour our outback.I jumped on the big creature. The cold water in my face. My dress flying everywhere. The following, are some of my favorite memories.

I knew from getting out of my red dodge truck, seeing black clouds covering the sky, it was going to be a hectic hunting day. Justin, Dad, Orlando, Jake, Emily, Rob, and I, were all getting ready to start the journey to the skinny pond on the outskirts of Salem. While everyone was either getting waiters or thick, puffy, big, strap pants, Izzy their black hunting lab was sniffing the place out. We got out hand lights or headlights turned on, locked both trucks. We started to head out to the Skinny pond. Orlando is the leader as always with his smooth, wooden, walking stick that helps him check for any holes on the trail. We all started walking with our pails that had extra clothes, drinks, food, bird calls, and warmers. Of course I fell from tripping on a sharp, pointy, thick branch. Long grasses fall from the crash of me falling on the the cold, hard, muddy ground.

Today is the day; I have out up with this thing for my entire life. I've known it crept behind me, but ignored it. But not tonight, I peered out of my window and saw the thick, dead, and over grown bushes and spotted the familiar purple glowing eyes. I crouched at my bedside and reached under and grasped the end of the titanium bat I got when I was six. I opened bedroom door that creaked as it slowly opened. Every step screamed as I crept down the rickety staircase.

“What a great day for a boat ride,” I thought to myself. It is a cozy warm, shorts and short sleeve shirt day at the time that people are arriving onto the big bulky catamaran. The sky is light blue with some dainty see-through clouds and a slight warm western breeze. I am located on one of the tropical islands of Hawaii, Kauai. The glossy white surface of the boat is blinding because of the reflection from the early evening sun. Teeth showing grins from children, parents, and grandparents appear, looking as if it were Christmas morning. There are three workers onboard the forty-foot boat, which include two guys and a girl appearing to be in their thirties. There is a scraggly, grey bearded old man behind the silver steering wheel on the second