Creative Writing: Derrell's Living Room

Have you ever been in a tough situation? An over arching theme for the books The Bean Trees, and Mexican White boy is having grit and mental toughness under pressure. In the books there are good examples of people under pressure showing their true selves.

Grace has had a problem with being very reckless. Throughout the book, you will see examples of Grace acting without thinking, and usually getting in trouble after. Most of the recklessness had to do with catching the scarred man, but I noticed that some of them had to do with other things as well.

The moon was the only witness, along with the stars. They were the only ones that would know, and they wouldn 't tell. The ground was moist from the rain that had come early in the morning, and by the fog that stayed since then. The shovel scraping against stray rocks in the ground was too loud, and I feared that someone would hear. The hole in the ground looked like a bottomless pit, where no one would ever find a body.

I wasn’t sure how he got that way. Maybe because he had to handle everything by himself, but that wouldn’t make sense. He never learned how to be strong. He just was.

He nods and we army crawl until we get to the rocky road, then we sprint to behind the chapel. We are out of breath but then we saw a dark shape moving towards us. We just thought it was another smuggler, so I say, “Find Jonathan yet?” Then he turns on a red light and our expressions change from casual to

I see the faint shadows of towering, tall trees side by side in the forest. It 's dark out. All the critters are asleep and there are no longer the sounds of angry drivers racing down the nearby highway, or shouts of children on the playground a couple blocks down. The white, fluffy, deep snow makes it hard to walk, and my feet are numb from the cold. I have to squint my eyes to make out what 's in front of me. I can see my breath when I breathe out. I can hear the snow crunching underneath my thick wool boots and fuzzy socks, and can hear the sound of my own breathing. The faint howling of the wind sounds like ghosts swarming the city on Halloween. I notice an old abandoned, dilapidated house far off in the distance, in desperate need for a new paint job. With it’s rickety old

“Yeah?” Tom muttered moodily, his face a picture of despondency. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s probably featuring in his

Ian is my fifteen year old brother. He is almost six feet tall (a whole foot taller than me) and is a freshman in highschool. I am 11, on the shorter side , in 6th grade and half the size of my brother. Neither of us know it, but soon we will start an enormous argument over who gets to watch their favorite football team play on TV.

We slept at an inn near Jasper, and then we started to head north. We had split up though the forest to search faster. We had been searching the forest going north and then we saw one. He was running barefoot away from us into the denser part of the forest that we couldn 't see

Reb was about 6’3, muscular yet skinny at the same time, pale skin. His hair was brown and his eyes were brownish with tints of green in them. Wearing a red muscle shirt and no jacket, he wore the same things as Caine. Both noticing this, they both bursted into laughter and hugged.

He is not at his desk, but discussing with an officer. She does not wait for them to be over. “I know where he is.” Clive, surprised and confused, wonders how she found out. Liv covers for Blaine and explains that she had a vision. “I thought you visions where of the victim. How did you get the address?” Liv: “Dude, I don’t know; I felt a vibe. Now can we stop this inquisition, and go rescue the kid?”

“The storm’s coming a day early now, Hood” “We’ll be ready.” Warren Hood said “The north side is completely evacuated, and the south side about 85%. The park will be completely empty within the next 6 hours or so, and shelters are being set up outside of the severe warning zone.” Warren said firmly. “Alright, alright, I trust you” snapped Commander Boman. Four hours passed. Everything seemed to be going smoothly with the evacuation, but the storm was accelerating as it moved closer inland. It’s E.T.A. was no longer 21 hours, it was 3. Once all evacuation units returned to the headquarters, Hood thought all he and his SAR team of 6 had to do was get themselves away from the path of the storm, but that was when it came. A report of a missing teenager that did not reunite with his family after the evacuation.

“Do you know of anyone in the group that would have the intention to murder Mr. Weaver? Did you overhear any conversations about him from the

“No, but we have many officers out looking for him,” he replied. “In the meantime, we are going to send 2 officers to watch you until we can find

I sit on a pile of crushed cardboard boxes stacked on top of each other, staring down at my phone. I hunch over as I hope for a phone call that I know will never come. I punch the numbers into the phone; I slowly exhale before hitting the dial button. The phone begins to ring. A crackling voice answers.