Creative Writing: John Boat In The Everglades

The Evaluation of Billie Wind punished and is sent to the Everglades for not having faith in her tribe’s legends. Billie is in the seminole tribe and she is known to be a doubter of her tribe 's legends. She is a curious. As she is on her expedition, she meets exceptional friends that help her understand her tribe’s legends. Billie Wind identifies her understandings of the Seminole Indian legends through her journey in the Everglades.

As I dipped my feet into the water, shivers ran up my back. The water was chilly, but the sun was shining bright. It seemed like the perfect idea for some young 12 year old girls to go canoeing on the Mississipi river by themselves...or so we thought. July 12th, 2014, I recieved a call from my best friend Macey. She was wondering if Cierra and I would like to go canoing with her on this fine afternoon.

In the beginning of the book, Bryce’s grandfather is trying to show him that to know someone really well, he has to have gone beneath the surface, but he doesn’t understand what his grandfather is showing. This is Bryce’s first real conversation Bryce had with his grandfather. He is upset that it’s not about getting to know him better, but that it’s about Juli and the newspaper article on the sycamore tree being cut down. “Granddad, you don’t understand that girl is a royal pain. She’s a show-off, she’s a know-it-all, and she is pushy beyond belief...

The forest was bright green, filled with trees, and bird chirping sounds everywhere. Lola, a sixteen year old girl with brown hair and blue eyes, loved exploring. Her friends, McKayla and Weston, were always up for an adventure. Lola, McKayla, and Weston were walking slowly around the trees and shrubs. Bears were extremely rare in the Kettle Moraine Forest.

Nestled deep in the Smoky Mountains, is a small cabin. The family it once sheltered has long been gone. Once filled with life and hope, it now sits empty and bare. It stands as a monument to a time long gone, but soon it to will disappear. Disintegrating on the outside, rotting on the inside, and drowning in the ever thickening forest, it slowly crumbles away.

On the bus it sounded like an abandoned house, all of my teammates were locked in thinking about the war we would soon face. Unlike me, scratching my thigh because of the uncomfortable bus seat and trying to close the tedious bus window from letting the frigid breeze fly through. I could only hear Tyler Boatwright’s rap music from his ipod, it was extremely loud. The distractions all around me hindered me from concentrating on the game. My inability to concentrate was something my dad

It was a cold night, the moon peeking out from behind the clouds. Fireflies twinkled through the sky like stars, the only color in the gray scale forest. A young boy, Dipper as he went by, chased after them, laughing merrily, either not noticing that the world was only grays and blacks, or just not caring. He stopped, a slight smile on his face as he cupped his hands. He made a tiny crack, and peeked through to see if he was lucky enough to score one of the tiny lights.

In the labyrinth known as the “The Great Forbidden Labyrinth” a person was walking. He had white hair and purple eyes. He was wearing long black pants and a hooded long sleeved jacket.. On his feet was also black boots. If someone he knew saw him they definitely would say this “...What's up with your getup?

A few weeks ago, I hit the surface of a lake while going forty miles per hour. It all started when we made the one and a half hour trip up to Bartlett lake. When we arrived, we promptly proceeded to unload everything from the small trailer. The trailer felt like it was two hundred feet long because unloading took forever. We then searched for flashlights and lanterns so we could see in the dark.

Once upon a time, there lived a king and queen in a beautiful palace, and in a beautiful kingdom. One day they decided… “Um hello over here. Hi I am the 13th wise women or you can call me Shara.” “I know you came here to read about Little Brier Rose, but I want to tell you my side of the story.” “Hey don’t boo me; I can turn you into something worse than a frog.”

One beautiful day in summer two brothers Dom and Fred decide to go out to Fred's cabin out in the middle of nowhere. When they get there it seems that someone had been living there and abounded the cabin. That's when the two boys decide to go into town to get equipment to fix up the place. They grab a tent and camping supplies also because the cabin is in no shape to sleep in. They start heading out to the cabin and they clear and spot for their equipment and a place for a tent.