Creative Writing: Tide Island

Audrey had just arrived to her work at the Carilion Roanoke Memorial Hospital. As she walked into the building, she could feel other people were watching her. Her rust colored bodycon dress fit her short, petite body just right as she elegantly walked through the door. She had her shoulder length, black hair pinned up nicely. She looked perfectly ready to start her day as Dr. Lane.

There were big, Watery Droplets with strikes of lightning hitting the side of my John boat in the Everglades. Our 12 Gauge shotgun was locked and loaded getting ready for Big Mama. Meat hung from the trees, shotgun shells on the floor. We were in our raincoats trying to stay safe and dry from the rain and lighting. We see little gators swimming around ,but we came out here for the one, the only, Big Mama.

It’s spring now and the winter was terrible let me tell you. There were 10 people dying every day from starvation or freezing to death or disease it was terrible. When we were marching there from the last battle we heard that there was going to be food there for 8 months turns out there was only food for 8 days. General Edwin and a bunch of other soldiers and commanders asked if they could leave and George had to let them go he just asked them if they would come back in the Spring ready to go. Hundreds of soldiers deserted valley Forge and went back home to their families.

"Are you reading this? If you are, then you have woken. You have been in a coma for 23 years. Everything you've ever seen, felt, heard or tasted was a hallucination. Your friends weren't real.

what is it that makes us feel the need to escape? Today was a totally different day; for the first time the sky wasn't pitch black covered with smoke everywhere, and there was no noise coming from the fighter jets, or guns, there were people repairing the broken up houses and filling up the trenches that were once considered useless to fix. For the first time in a very long time old Jenking's bar was open, and there was noise of partying and laughter coming from there. "This could mean only one thing; the war was finally over" The war that took away so many lives, the war that separated people living on the same grounds with just a painted white boundary was finally over. "This meant I could finally cross that line and I could explore

It was a city, a city built from the litter of the sea. The street beneath her feet was made from timbers that had clearly been in the water for a long time, and the walls were lined with barnacle-encrusted stone. There were three columns supporting the roof, made of coral fragments cemented together. They were buzzing hives of life unto themselves; their elaborately constructed walls pierced with dozens of windows, from which light poured. There were three main streets that wound up and around these coral hives, and they were all lined with habitations and thronged with the Yebba Dim Day 's citizens.

A gorgeous island rises from the foaming sea, the leaves of its deep green palms dancing in the wind. A mountainous monument, teeming with life and pure, uncontaminated beauty; it symbolizes the purity of nature and peaceful, repetitive rhythms of life that mother nature muses herself with. Over the course of a few months this island of life is reduced to a charred layering of soot and ash. This inhumane destruction is forged from the hands of men; men with peaceful intentions of survival and life themselves. Yet even these harmless ventures were able to yield a gloomy, blackened result.

"Alec Ramsay and Black Minx are out in front, five lengths ahead, AND THEY ARE UNDER THE WIRE!" the radio in the barn blared. I had just finished jumping my palomino "Above the Clouds" but I call him Cloud for short. Blackwater Ranch was owned by the Leigh's but they were at a horse show, so I was watching the ranch for them. I took my hunt seat saddle off Cloud's back then removed the saddle pad and set it out to dry.

“Everything you sent me to school for, you 're stopping me of it,’I told my aunt…” The humiliation I had to go trough, going into that man’s kitchen… Now going up to that jail… Anything to humiliate me. All the things you wanted me to escape by going to school. Years ago, Professor Antoine told me that if I stayed here, they were going to break me down to the nigger I was born to be.

He swung the grappling hook up the prison wall, praying it would hold in the rainfall, just before the searchlight swept the exercise yard. The mud pools on the other side broke his fall, but nothing could break the spirit of the escapee wrongly accused of homicide. Kenny made his way to the interstate and hailed a ride to Phoenix. The suit, tie, and money he escaped with, cost him a cutie named Joey: a punk that was rationed like a can of peas.

After escaping from Polyphemus’s cave, Odysseus, and his crew were looking for their ship. “Oh, Captain!” exclaimed the worried men that stayed on the ship. “Are you alright sir, where have you been?” “Calm down my loyal men”, said Odysseus calmly. I’ll tell you what happened to me.

Standing on the tips of my toes, I was able to see out of a nearby window. I was perfectly right in my assumptions, and to my disappointment, the rain was pouring down just as hard as it had been for a while, now. Luckily, I was prepared. Beside the door was an umbrella, and while I knew that Tod would probably want to stay dry, I also had the knowledge that we owned more than one umbrella.

Reaching this island by boat means no one else has easy access us. Refreshing begins with the pungent smell of the pine trees and surf. The rustle of the swaying palms soothing, While beginning to unravel from the tensions of work and school life, we start to feel like the waves in front of us, just ripples. To see fish jumping, and feel no compulsion to bait a hook, only when we want to. We play,

It was a cold September night and emotions were running high. 2 cars dramatically clashed into each other like it was the right thing to do. The cold night air brushed against my face with ease as I walked on the crunchy street to the scene to check for fatalities. The night sky was a beautiful navy blue, but the streets were covered in maroon red. Blood curdling screams could be heard from the cars and sirens rang in the distance which put me to some sort of ease.

Last Thursday I had a very interesting experience. Oh, sorry, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Maddie, and this is my slightly embarrassing story that is both wet, and wild!. It all began at Catalina when my group was going tide pooling… “Yay, we’re going to the tide pools! I love tide pools!”