Creative Writing: Strangers In The Dumpster
As everyone made their way back to the porch, Trudy and I stood beside the car and caught up. “Trudy, your mom’s car is fly, I know this had to cost a lot of money” I said, as I put my face up to the window and looked inside. “This isn’t my mom’s car; it’s her stupid boyfriend’s. He told her that she could drive it today if she sucked his thing when we get back home” Trudy said. “What? Eww, that is so gross! How do you know that?” I replied. “I heard them talking. As soon as they go into mom’s room and shut the door, I go into the bathroom and put my ear up to the wall to see what they are talking about.” “I hear a lot of things that go on in that bedroom” Trudy said, as she smiled at me and pulled me towards the porch. Even though I was curious
Creative Writing: The Cubs
605 Words | 3 PagesIt was a beautiful day for the beautiful game of baseball to be played in the friendly confines of Wrigley Field, Chicago: breezy, sunny, but not a scorching hot, sweat-bead kind of day. Merely six miles south of Wrigley Field, we boarded the CTA purple line el train, along with clusters and clusters of Chicago Cubs fans also getting on each and every rail car from who knows where. But, let me tell you, I was in awe; I have never been with so many true fans who knew, not only baseball, but knew the Cubs! “Who’s ready for the Cubs to crush the Astros!”
Creative Writing: My Hero's Journey
542 Words | 3 Pages“So, what was life like before you met me?” Theodore asked Frank. Frank as very careful to only tell him about the last year or so of his life but didn’t mention anything about his old life. Frank stuttered “I-I was alone. Le-ft to die.
Creative Writing: You Just Get Out Of Prisons
758 Words | 4 PagesYou just got out of prison now what; Carter said. I need to see Courtney, Daniel said dude for what so you can broke her heart again no offense and i'm being totally aniseed right now you were a jerk to her and all she did was love you and try to make you happy but you cheated on her and messed around with her you don't deserve her. Carter Said, what the hell man i don't care what you say lets just go, Daniel replied. Carter and Daniel exited the jail and got on Carter's mustang and drove to his house. On the second day that Daniel had bin realized from jail Daniel went to Courtney's house to talk to her he wanted her back
Creative Writing: The Cold War
831 Words | 4 PagesI awoke to the cold metal pressing in on my aching back, I got up and grabbed the metal latch and slowly turned it i pushed up on the hatch and looked out. It was cold probably about fifty degrees and the metal was even colder and dark green paint was wet with the morning dew. The landscape was relatively bare with a few tree lines in sight. I closed the hatch and waited in silence until the rest of my crew awoke from their slumber. Once they did we all left the tank and make a small fire to cook some grits and make some instant coffee.
Personal Narrative: My Feelings Towards Writing
298 Words | 2 PagesMy feelings toward writing aren 't good nor bad. Writing is something i have had difficulty with in my past. I have no problem brainstorming ideas on what topics to write my assignments on, even if i am given a prompt, but I do have difficulty with sitting down and planning my work. I always find myself getting stuck. So I almost never take the time out to plan out my ideas i come up with.
Creative Writing: The Homeless Man
665 Words | 3 PagesThe faint buzzing of an old street light in the distance was the only sound that filled the air. The loud dogs that paced yellow lawns and fenced in porches were deep asleep. It was as melancholy as it could get. My hand trembled, I looked down at the paper weapon clasped between my fingers. I lifted my hand and pressed the cold cigarette to my chapped lips, long ago accepting the fact that I 'd never remember the taste of his mouth, in the same way I didn 't remember the last time my life wasn 't anything more than a huge fucking shit show.
Creative Writing: Strangers In The Dumpster
206 Words | 1 PagesAs the magical trio passed by some boulders, many laser beams flashed through the air. James shouted, “Take cover! We are under attack from rat heads!!” The young wizards fired energy bolts at the place where dwarves were hiding. The rabbit told his friends, “In my invisible state, I’ll teleport to that tall tree to find out how many little monsters there are.”
Abby Rose Monologue
813 Words | 4 PagesI saw they followed her and she directed me into the living room. I replied. I was so scared, my heart was beating out of my chest. I saw they followed her
Essay On Michael Johnson
1184 Words | 5 PagesIn a poverty-struck and rundown town, a young man, by the name of Michael Johnson, had a big dream. Johnson was only four years old when obstacles already began to enter his young life. He was bullied for his small and skinny stature. The only thing Johnson ever really had as a kid was watching basketball on his small, miniature television, which made loud sounds of static, indicating how old it was. His favorite player was Hakeem “The Dream” Olajuwon, who, at the time, was a remarkable talent on the basketball court.
Creative Writing: The Joy Luck Club
857 Words | 4 Pagestyler doesn't generally talk to people. he doesn't like the butterflies that violently flutter in his stomach when he is asked a question, or when someone expects him to do his part in carrying on the conversation. in fact, he hates it. as a young boy, tyler's mother always forced him into situations that obviously made him uncomfortable, telling him it will, "help his anxiety." and here he is ten years later with the same anxiety.
Creative Writing: A Girl's Loss Of Hope
796 Words | 4 Pages“The girl was running. Running for her life, in the hope of finding a safe haven for her and her family. She never looks back, the only indication her father was still behind her was his ragged breathing above her head, forming puffs of air in this cold morning. She suddenly stumbles on a root, but her mother secures her fall with a small wisp of air. They lock hands, all three of them, and continue pushing themselves, desperately trying to find the others they lost on the way.
Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart
1573 Words | 7 PagesMany say that the gods are supposed to respect each other. They're wrong. Mortis was born troubled- born thinking that everyone was against him, incapable of understanding anything but hatred, anger, and sadness. The brothers were arguing about the most recent battle of the great houses.
Creative Writing: The Silence Of Horses
221 Words | 1 PagesThe trees rustled listlessly in the dying breeze, whilst the windblown dead leaves beneath their horse’s hooves crunched ominously, making it seemed, much noisier in the silence of the forest which surrounded them as the patrol probed ever deeper into its secret depths. There was no birdsong to be heard anywhere. The silence was almost deathly in its intensity, making the motley band of men even more uneasy, than they needed to be. Not only, did they not look the part, but in actuality, they weren’t in any respect whatsoever: A hastily thrown together assortment, the sweepings of the gutter, some whimpering Italians, forever complaining vocally, some other foreigners of dubious origins, some raw recruits, who knew nothing, and were never likely
My Personal Writing: My First Writing Experience
938 Words | 4 PagesMy first writing experience I can remember is from elementary school. I was in the 3rd grade and my librarian asked me to write her a short book because she used to hear me tell my friends stories. At first, I wondered why would she assigned me this hard task. I didn’t know what to write about. I went home and began looking for inspiration for my story.
Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart
500 Words | 2 PagesA night of smog, cold, and darkness, stars hidden, left people shut inside under quilts and rags in an old town on the river Hooghly, opposite of Calcutta, the city of palaces, processions, of film makers, artists, artistes, and poets. This town experienced in its innumerable, snaky, sleazy, lanes, the trilling of draughts, drifted from the North. No dogs, no drunks, there in the streets, dimly lit with streetlamps in great gaps between one and the other, just looked a place, derelict, as after a battle fought and lost, and as if surreal. At the bank of the river, on the extreme east, the sprawled vast stretch looked the most uncaring for, with a mass of trees, some of which deciduous, some still green, and thick with foliage, having underneath,
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