Creative Writing: John Boat In The Everglades

Growing up as a kid will always remain as one of the best parts of someone’s life. It is that time where children will let their imagination take control of themselves for playtime with their friends or even family members. There are no worries about the adult things for that young person as all they care about is having the most of their time not wasted. It is the stage of life in which children are truly free to live their life however they please. In Alice Munro’s “The Found Boat”, it is not hard to guess that there is some kind of significance. The story discusses the freedom of the character’s sexuality and the traditional gender roles. Not only that, but it also gives significance to (third topic).

The character Johnny grows in major ways throughout The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. Johnny was a greaser, His best friend was Ponyboy, the main character. Johnny was a dynamic character, he contributed a lot to the main theme. Johnny had bad parents and committed murder. Soon after his bad acts, he became a hero. He ultimately became a better person a the end of his life. Johnny is a Christ-like figure because he sacrificed himself to save children from a fire; Johnny also contributes to the a theme of the book: appearances aren’t everything; lastly he serves to teach Ponyboy about the world though his actions and words.

On January 2, 1987, Stephen Crane’s boat Commodore sank twelve miles off the coast of Daytona Beach, Florida. After much chaos and confusion in abandoning ship, much of the people aboard perished in scattered life boats that capsized, but Crane was lucky enough to be on the solely surviving dinghy. Thirty long hours of paddling through stormy seas later, the boat barely arrived ashore. After this traumatic experience, Crane decided to transform this incident into a short story—one that explores both the literal and the metaphorical meaning of the sinking ship. He observed that the lack of choices many working-class citizens of his time had put them in a sinking ship, in which larger environmental forces destined to harm and suppress the individual

1978. Alcatraz, isolated away from rest of the world. Nowhere to be seen like a needle in a haystack. The people of the world are blinded of the disaster and devastation just waiting to happen. A virus as deadly as its name, that spreads between 50-100 people within 10 seconds,

During the summer, my family went for a two week camping trip near niagara falls. One day, we explored a stunning city block on the canadian side of the falls, called clifton hill. When we first turned into the block, we were blown away by the majestic, vivid and intriguing decorations displayed on the buildings down the street. Some structures were assembled into a certain shape. The Ripley’s Museum in particular had this roof of the building shaped like a building that had fallen over, with king kong at the peak (aka side) of the building. Instead of shops and restaurants like a normal street, this block was jam packed full of convivial and enjoyable buildings. There was a Ripley’s Museum, a moving theatre, two wax museums, two haunted houses,

In my English class this quarter, I have found something quite interesting. It is the book named “ The boys in the boat” by Daniel James Brown. This book is talked about an amazing tale of Joe Rantz and the 1936 Olympic eight-oar crew from the University of Washington, I think so because I just read about five to six chapter of this book. But the more i read, I found that this book give me a lot of emotions.There are three reasons for this. First, the book is talking about the life of Joe Rantz, he was abbadoned by his step mother, and no longer after that, his father left him alone to go somewhere to live with the step mother’s son. But Joe was still very strong, he still survive by himself. Not only do the house work, Joe also could find

Slowly the island breathed as the tide rose and fell; providing sustenance for life thriving all over it. Serenity surrounded the isolated tropical paradise, but this was soon to come to an end. The storm had come.

It was the day of the Excel Canoe River Trip where we go canoeing in the Flint River. Ever since the teachers introduced the trip to us, they have been very simple and descriptive about what we had to bring. "There will be no horseplay, littering, or running. The bathrooms and plentiful but primitive", commented by the teacher. She even told us what all we needed and stressed the fact that we had to bring our own food because there would be no place where we could buy any and the trip was eight hours long. She thought everyone understood that, but she was later proven wrong.

It has been moons since I got your last letter, I have missed you every time the cycle of light and dark start anew. I’m sorry I could not reply sooner, but the enemy is constantly on the move. I don’t know when this letter will get to you, but know that this war will let up be free from the control of the bipeds that once called themselves humans. Their destructing in the oceans and land is growing daily. Me and my tropes are doing all that they can to stop the bloodshed that they are causing in the oceans that lye between the ice of the north and the iron filled polluted waters of the south. I try to attack as many as I can, but they are growing more wild as their numbers fall, but yet it seems like nothing we ocean dwellers do can stop them from coming at us.

Taran, Bili, Arlen, Drest, Angust, and Bryce lay on the banks of Dark Loch, their bodies and clothes covered in dirt and sweat from the day of digging, their bodies on fire from sunburn. No one spoke, because after removing what seemed like a thousand rocks from the defensive dyke today, it hurt to breathe, let alone move.

Joshua: Well, the night before the race, I had a dream that I will never forget. I was in a forest.

Christopher Columbus was an explorer who accidentally landed on the wrong continent and consequently led the deaths of millions of American Indians; yet he is exalted with such a status in society that he is designated his own holiday. He is a hero to those subsequent generations who profited over his “discovery,” setting off to the new continent for opportunity and escape from persecution. European Americans are grateful to the man that began the catalyst for the country they call home, but if American Indians retained control over the country, how might they portray the narrative? Certainly they would emphasize the heinous outcome of this discovery: the deaths of millions of innocent people and the near demise of a whole culture. Rather than

The fierce sun beat upon the seemingly never ending Mediterranean sea, reflecting the light into a blinding patch of shine. The sea was calm, pulsing rhythmically and breathing with cadence.

It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to write. I wasn’t sure I would ever be to write again after our big river cross a few weeks back. You see, not too long after our little indian sighting, we reached California crossing. We all knew that we were going to Oregon, so there wasn’t much arguing there. So we kept going along, following the Platte River, until it came time to cross over. Before we even got to close, I could tell crossing would not be easy. The water of the Platte is dirty, and the river seemed so wide. As we approached we all decided it would be best to pay a ferry to take us across. So we lined up and waited for what seemed like forever. Paul grew impatient quickly. When our train finally got closer we all paid our fee of six

All this in hopes of catching one to fit your tale for the people who didn’t go.