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Title Creative Writing: Louise and The General - Louise was an orphan whose parents died when she was very young. So the only thing she hated very much was separation. Her parents left an ancestral gemstone ring for her, which suited her very well. She did not sell it for money, instead of which, for more than ten years, she earned her living as a tailor assistant. She hoped one day she can become a designer and make really beautiful clothes. Her ultimate goal was to design soldiers’ clothes since she really admired soldiers due to their heroic spirit and machismo.... [tags: Creative Writing Essays]
Creative Writing- The Wounded Seagull - In Christina’s vast, shadowy and handicapped world, there was nothing that seemed to make her feel as free as she would ever physically be able to, which was to sit on her doorstep, and soak in all her surroundings. She had developed a sense of oneness with nature. But this was not enough to pacify the yearning for freedom. Although she always saw the glass more than half full, it was still empty, and nothing seemed to fill up the hollow patch. Christina became disabled due to a severe attack of polio, at the young age of two years old.... [tags: Creative Writing Essays]
Creative Writing: The Midnight Theft - As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
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Creative Writing: ShinDong High School - School was normal at ShinDong High. This school is filled with the varieties of many different kinds of people, here are the the so called people: Nerds Dorks Geeks Queenkas and Kingkas It was currently lunch. The halls were now filled with the many students as they rushed over to the cafeteria. Their favorite period was lunch. This is because lunch is filled with entertainment, day by day, week by week, month by month, and year my year. Entertainment is a tradition at lunch which was created by none other, than the past Queenkas and Kingkas.... [tags: Creative Writing Short Story]
Creative Writing: Escape From Society - There once was a bottle named Honey who lived in Bottle Town. He had a huge family consisting of ten siblings. Everyone in his family only cared for money but luckily he was the only one who decided to move away with nothing on his hands. His father and mother never looked up for their children so all of Honey’s brothers and sisters took care of themselves. The day Honey decided to leave he explained, “I’m sorry for leaving but I cannot live here anymore. I am planning on coming back but I need some time alone somewhere where no one knows me!” He cried from guiltiness.... [tags: Creative Writing Essays]
Creative Writing in the Composition Classroom - Walking inside the typical composition class, one can expect to see the students crafting the five-paragraph essay or working on a persuasive piece as they try to argue they side of an in-class debate. Composition classes do not only work on a studentís writing, they also get the students to think through their writing (at least the good ones do). There is a certain well-accepted style to teaching writing in the traditional composition class, and it works very well for many students and teachers.... [tags: Creative Writing in the Writing Classroom] :: 15 Works Cited
Creative Writing Essay - The man’s mouth was set into a creased frown, his eyes lingering over the state of degradation the room had succumbed to. The walls were dark and ashen, the faded green wallpaper peeling off from where it still remained plastered over the cracked wood underneath. There were planks lost here and there among the floor—a perfect trap for the unsuspecting—and no amount of cheep, dirty rug made from polyester that attempted to falsify something akin to fur could provide redemption for it.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing Essay - Madara doesn't know what disembodied entity forces him to listen because he does listen right now to Tobirama's unending one-sided convo about oboes above all things. It probably has to do with Madara being literally stuck with Tobirama as lab partners for the rest of the semester. That or until Tobirama dies. Madara fingers the pipet in his hand all too viscously and God, it's a pipet, how much damage will that do smart one and thinks sooner than later. "Can you believe that?" Tobirama pounds his stirring rod onto the scratch friendly table top and at hearing some cracks, Madara eyes through the murky film of his goggles his hand warily, scooching to the left so he doesn't have to keep vigi... [tags: Creative Writing Essay] Air Disaster- Creative Writing - Air Disaster- Creative Writing The sight that greeted my eyes was haunting. There were dead bodies as far as the eye could see, but somehow nobody had a scratch on them. The plane was in pieces, scattered all around. As the waves rolled up the beach, more and more bodies were revealed. The sun was burning high in the sky and everyone was beginning to tire out. The cliffs towered down on us; the sand burnt our feet as we trod carefully between the corpses. It was a shock; we hadn’t expected to find anything there, but it appeared that almost everyone who had been on the plane was lying here, on the beach, with us.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Creative Writing- Fastest Land Craft on Earth - The sand was hot, my face dripping with sweat. Taking a drink of water I looked at the vast open desert that will be below me in only a few short moments. Preparing for years on end, I stepped in and sat down. Twisting knobs and setting switches, I flipped the ignition. The giant dual engines came to life with an enormous roar with the slight hint of a whistle. Sand swept into the sky creating a wicked dust storm. “30 second to launch!!” a man behind several computer screens shouted into the headset.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Creative Writing: Chewing Gum, Spiders and Pigeons - If I were invited into ‘room 101’ I would nominate the following things: chewing gum, spiders and pigeons. All of these things get on my nerves and deserve to go into room 101. The thing I dislike the most about chewing gum is where people leave it, on the bus, under tables and on the floor. It’s disgusting. Have you ever accidentally stepped on a piece of chewing gum just walking down the street. It gets stuck to your foot all day, you try and scrape it off, but it just isn’t budging. You then have to resort to using your fingers to pick off somebody else’s revolting ball of goo.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Creative Writing- Humorous Journey through Hell - I awoke to the sound of the wind. No, it couldn’t be, no wind on earth could create such a terrible din. It was like a cassette recording of the roar of a lion, only copied and re-recorded several million times. The sound was dappled with occasional grinds and shrieks, too, which caused me to wince whenever they reached my ears. Curious, I pried my eyes open and turned my head to the left. I nearly jumped sky-high in the air, for through the jungle mist I spied a vacuum cleaner. It awkwardly rolled back and forth, smoke emanating from the underside.... [tags: Creative Writing Essays]
Someone in the Backseat- Creative Writing - Driving through torrential rain was very torturous. The rain thumped on the bonnet and the wind whistled along the curves of the car. The trees were waving frantically in the wind as if to attract the attention of passing cars. Like the night, the winding country road grew longer and longer, darker and darker with every passing hour. The bright headlights pushed back the darkness, which immediately returned to haunt the rear of the car. The darkness seeps into the car and hangs heavily over the back seat.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: Across the Sea - We walked down into the bustling docks, stinking of long dead fish and seaweed. We walked past the decreped old fishing boats and their owners, all with rotting wooden lobster pots and old rope nets. The huge ship was moared in the harbour, its ancient gangplank rested lightly on the hole filled pier. Mr Cheese, our navigator, stood at the top polishing his peg leg, while Meet-Hook stood behind working on yet another wax painting. Otis and Carla ran up the gangplank and began to load the crates of sugar and cotten from the plantations into the hold.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
The Waiting Room- Creative Writing - The waiting room was still and quiet except for the hypnotic tick of the old plastic clock hanging on the wall. A smell evoking images of latex gloves and mouthwash hung in the air, as the dentist worked behind the closed door. The little boy across the room fidgeted uncontrollably while his mother chose to ignore it. Her face was drawn and pale. Her hands were placed on top of her lap and she wrung them continuously. She wore baggy red patterned trousers, a multi-coloured striped jumper and on her head was a faded red bandana, firmly sealed over a mass of scruffy brown curls.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
The Silo Strangler- Creative Writing - Slowly trudging through the swampy field silhouetted by the moon, was the fifth victim of the Silo Strangler. He was 15 years old, 5ft 6 and was the usual teenager who thought that the world revolved around him and that nothing could hurt him. His father laid down the rules in his house and the one he, made a point of most was that Andy should not sneak out of his bedroom and night to go and drink with his friends. Not only was it illegal for him to be drinking, the Silo Strangler was lurking around and had already killed four people in the vicinity of the village.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: The Great Doctor - John Smith has a couple of years left until he retires from his job in London where he has worked for over 25 years. John has loved this job as it has involved him saving lives. John is 5ft 8 inches, has lots of dark black hair with a few greying pieces at the side of his head. He wears small dark round glasses and has a moustache that is almost completely grey. John is a slim man as he knows the importance of keeping himself healthy as every day he sees so many people who have not. John is a very kind man who is always so calm and patient with everyone.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: A Halloween Story - The night before Halloween, started out swell, but as the day went on, it turned out to get much more exciting. Hallie was walking down the street and looking at all the decorations that were hung up throughout the neighborhood. Her favorite was the light blue wooden house that was nestled along the corner of Pine Avenue and Ivy Hollow. There were paper ghosts and gravestones set out all through the yard. The columns on the porch were covered with spider webs and bats hung from the ceiling. Hallie’s memory had just kicked in.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: The Christmas Gift - "Mysterious Fires Breaking out Across Prince Rupert, British Colombia"- John Reeves "I can't believe there is another one" read surprised Henry Peters. "That must be 5 houses in the last 2 months. Why would anyone do such a vapid thing?" "Dad, they don't even know if someone is setting them yet!" "Oh Billy, wake up and smell the smoke. Fires like that just don't start themselves." Billy knew that as he was walking away, but since he was the cause of all the fires he did not want anyone to know.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
The Car Park- Creative Writing - I arrive at the car park, late as I usually am. My friends are there already, organised, prepared, ready. I, on the other hand, am not. The thought of performing anything in front of a crowd always seemed to be something that, how can I say it, levelled my conscience to that of a small school child on his first day at school. The 30 minute car trip to the venue however, was my chance to ensconce my childish fears, as I listen to music. To me, music is the gateway from one dimension to another.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Creative Writing: Loving an Alcoholic - Will he be blue. Is he dead. At the doorway, momentarily, I hesitated. Should I continue. Should I call the police instead. Should I even be here, pondering over to help the man who constantly abused his children and deserved to die. Should I. The children?s pale faces came to mind suddenly. The hollowness of their stares. The frightened gleam in their eyes, the hopelessness in their expressions. They?d already been unwillingly dragged into this chaos. They had no choice over the matter. If they can do this, why can?t you.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: Going To War - Going to War The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay] Creative Writing: The Assassin - He was lying there still and calm, oblivious to the rain pouring through the holes in the rusted roof. The warehouse was abandoned many years ago, the air was thick with dust making it difficult to breathe; the smell was like burnt toast. The disused machinery loomed out of the dark corners, covered in cobwebs ghostly images. The Assassin was unaware of his immediate surroundings, his mind focused on his mission. His vantage point gave him a perfect line of fire. A neglected road that was parallel to the decaying wasteland where homeless people built their makeshift homes lay between the Assassin, his targets hideout.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay] Creative Writing: Christmas Eve - It all began yesterday with the discovery of a male body in the park at 6pm. It was Christmas Eve and I was about to go home when I was informed of the incident. I went to the scene with two other officers but I was extremely eager to get back to my family. As I walked through the park, snow started to fall and all I could think about was the poor family of the man, unaware of his death. I started to think about my own family, my children waiting for me to come home so that they kiss me good night before Santa came.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
The House- Creative Writing - I moaned softly to myself as I compelled my battered legs to carry me for the last time along the over-grown garden path, which I had once skipped down so carelessly as a young boy. I sighed as I surveyed the acres; the once beautifully manicured, but now utterly disheveled expanse of garden stretching before me. My gaze rested on the immense oak tree that cut into the landscape, once majestic and verdant but now withered and dieing. I apprehensively forced my eyes to look directly ahead of me and focused them upon the house that had once given me so much happiness as a boy.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
The Holocaust- Creative Writing - My name is Eva Berlinski. I’m only 13 years old and I was brought up in a Jewish family in Germany. My family and I were sent off to a ghetto in February of 1944. We have only been here for five months, but it seems like five years. So many awful things have happened here. First, the fence was finished, and nobody can go out or come in anymore. Second, the Aryans who used to live in the area of the ghetto all left during these few days to make place for the Jews. From today on, we’re not in a ghetto anymore, but in a ghetto camp.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Going Home- Creative Writing - It was a frosty night. The ground was soft, but dry. The sun had almost set, and thick grey clouds moved slowly and silently through the sky. The air smelt damp, the only sound anyone could have heard was their own breathing, and the occasional chirping of a bird above. The air was cool, a soft wind blew through the trees and Corporal Brown shuddered, though not with discomfort and coolness, but with terror and anxiety for the forthcoming events. As the slight whistle from the wind sounded in her ears, she lowered herself down, as low as she could get, into the soft muddy earth amongst the bushes.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay] The Assassin- Creative Writing - It was almost 6 o’clock and the night was drawing closer. Waiting patiently for the return of his prey, he lay with his body embedded in the fallen leaves of what looked like an endless procession of hedges. The silence was deafening. He had been there for almost three hours, and only one car had passed by, it was going to be a long night for him. The skies were casting a dark, unwanted shadow over him, as though they knew for what purpose he was present. It had started to rain, its pressure strengthening rapidly.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: The Playground - As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Lucy - Creative Writing - Lucy had gone missing on Wednesday. It was now Friday. When she failed to return home from school, her father, a policeman named John, called all of her friends and neighbours, asking in a panic if they’d seen her. They hadn’t. She was only 8, she’d never been separated from her mother and father for more than a few days, but even then they had kept in contact somehow, whether by phone or by post. They were very worried about her. John and Mary, his wife, had been constantly phoning everyone they knew, checking and double-checking if anyone had seen their daughter or if they had any news about her.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples] Creative Writing: The Necklace - Well, my story starts the same way that everyone else's does, creation. Only the way that I was created was probably a lot different to the way that you or anyone else was. I was created in a silversmith. Parts of me were dug out of the earth melted or cut and eventually all put together, in a way that someone wanted me. Therefore, unlike you, when I was created, people knew exactly what they were getting. I am also probably much older than you are and your parents, and maybe even your grandparents.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: A Day In The Life Of A Prisoner - Ever wondered what it's like to be a prisoner. He may have done something wrong to end up there, but ever wondered how someone's life is, once they get put behind the bars. I opened my eyes and a yellow light on the ceiling greeted me with a bright stare. I rolled myself out of the bed with a slight groan and my back started complaining by cracking in different places like firecrackers. I can see the sun shining outside my cell but no warmth is being given in. The only warmth I get is from my 2cm sheet of "blanket".... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
The Ghost in the Black Gown- Creative Writing - It was the year 1972 September 8th. The wind was gushing into my face; the rain was pelting down on my head. My car had just broken down in the middle of the woods and there was no kind of help in sight. There were heavy thunderstorms, and I heard the birds fluttering away. It was scary looking at the sky. I walked a few yards and I saw in the distance an eerie looking house. I was hesitant to go to the house for help but realized there was no other option. As I walked cautiously towards the house I heard the clock struck one from inside.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: The Last Days of Earth - Destruction It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’ It was Daisy Chamberling that broke the news at her usual time, 5 o’clock. It was a horrific moment as shock was spread all over the world by this news. Usually Daisy goes on about unimportant cases but this time she was serious.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: My Life as a Fish - One of the most unique creatures are fish. As I am sitting here in my room, my fish are swimming about with not a care in the world. I wonder what it would feel like to be a fish. I'm swimming about and see eight other fish swim around me. The thermometer reads 72 degree Fahrenheit, but the cold water suits me just fine. There are white, black, and gray pebbles all over the bottom of the tank which collects the deserted food particles. I accidentally suck up a small pebble with the fish food I tried eating from the bottom of the tank.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing Proposal - For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Titanic Retold by Cassie- Creative Writing - My name’s Cassie and I have a story to tell. This is the story I remember. I can only tell you this story without the facts, I can tell you it the way it happened to me. I can’t tell you how long ago it happened. I’ve lost all sense of time. My mind is warped and I don’t really understand what happened that night. I guess my story must begin on Christmas day 1911. I was 8 at the time. I lived with my father George Turn. We lived in a little flat in Southampton, and he was my hero.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: American Soldier in Iraq - "RUN!!" I heard a fellow soldier screaming as I looked around. "RUN!" I started to take off but I was too late. I am an American soldier and I just got my leg blown off by a grenade. As I lay here crying, yelling out in pain, I think about why I am even here. The president thought that Saddam Hussein MIGHT have had weapons of mass destruction (WMD), so he sent me here to die. After we searched and found that Hussein did not have any WMDs, what did President Bush decide to do. Send more troops (SIRS).... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
The Rat Catcher's Revenge- Creative Writing - It all started at the old pub belonging to Jack Martin. The Jokers pub has been empty for more than two years, there is stood faded and detached, away from the lights and next to a canal. Its gloom was added by foliage gone wild. A few windows had been shattered and its once open doors were now boarded by rotting timbers covered in rolls of moss and unsuspecting fungi. The undergrowth was tall and trees hid the upper floor. Inside hung tattered curtains stained with years of tobacco smoke.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Live on Channel 10- Creative Writing - George was watching junk TV when Sam came in. "Building's on fire," said Sam. "Yeah," said George, watching the woman drop her baby out of the window. Down fell baby, landing in the blue net down below. But you can tell that this is just a reconstruction, not the real thing. There was a cut from the woman releasing baby to baby bouncing on the blue net. You never actually got to see baby fall, and that was because the TV people were too cheap to go hire themselves a real stunt baby.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: A Frightening Halloween Gift - She waited for the phone to ring. An old lady named Erica was waiting to hear the good news for grandchild to be born. She finally gets the call that she has a grandson now. Very excited to meet her grandson she decides to fly Dallas the next morning and stay there for the rest of her life. As Jimmy grows up he really get s bonded with her grandmother. When he was ten she dies and there is a sudden change in his behavior. He was a genius in studies but ever since his grandmother died he had stated being to everyone around him.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: Visited by Great Minds - The day began like any the other but was going to have a bizarre twist. My family and I were beginning to set the table for dinner and all of a sudden the door bell rang. I stop in the middle of putting the rolls on to the table and answered the door. I couldn't believe who I saw at the steps, my good buddies, Godfrey "Harold" Hardy, Wilhelm Weinberg, Thomas Malthus, Jean B. Larmarck, Stephen "Jay" Gould, Charles Lyell, and good old James Hutton. I invited them in from the cold and we began to catch up on old times.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: Christmas with Earnest Hemmingway - 'Ding Dong' The doorbell rang as I scurried around, trying to put the finishing touches on everything. I was excited but at the same time, I was freaking out. I was so felicitous that the college had chosen me out of all the other professors there, and now the gravity of the situation was weighing down on me and I was panicking. 'Welcome' I screamed as I opened the door. To be honest, I did expect the person at the door to be Earnest Hemmingway himself, for he really was the only one that mattered to me tonight and I had done this whole stupid dinner for him.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: I Am A Tree - Sitting here all alone where I was placed for good, watching all the different types of cars enter the parking lot, wondering if they have noticed me on the dirt surrounded by all the colorful and different types of wildlife. Scattered patches of green grass mixed with some unhealthy brown ones are pushing its way out from the ground. I have only one friend, but no family that I know of, I can't talk to my friend, but the reason why I call him a friend is because he is in the same situation as I am despite the fact he has a total different shape and design than me, having the letter P on top while the two Cs.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: Behind the Red Door - “You’re going to be late for school Brian” Shona called from the bottom of the stairs. “God what is it with this boy and his sleep” she mumbled to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. The wallpaper was beginning to peel off and the cupboard doors were uneven, all the mechanical devices had gone rusty and wouldn’t work unless you hit it or something. “This kitchen needs to be changed from head to toe” she groaned while trying to stick the bread in the toast machine, “I know love, but you know how things are at work right now” he said as he lifted his head from the Monday paper.... [tags: Creative Writing Short Story]
Welcome Home Sylvia- Creative Writing - Sylvia couldn’t sleep; no matter how much she tried she just couldn’t do it. She was just lying on the hard hospital bed with the uncomfortable, smelly, brown covers right up to her bright red lips with her eyes tightly shut. She pulled the covers down and peered, quite predominantly at the clock on her old dusty bedside table with only a glass of stale water and her own analogue watch she was wearing at the time it had happened. She strained to read the display. She could just make it out as five minutes past two in the morning.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Crime Scene Investigation- Creative Writing - Panting, she woke up. She had the nightmare again and this time more vivid than ever. It always began with her running frantically in fear for her life with a man steadily coming after her. Also, it always ended with the same dreadful scene, her choked to death and laying morbidly on the floor and an unnatural angle. Her therapist told her these dreams were brought about due becoming aware of here her mortality due to the death of her boyfriend six months ago in a car accident, and that it she could suffer and be the victim, but she knew better.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Tragic Love Story- Creative Writing - It had been love at first sight, the day I met Tom. That stormy night so many years ago, I can remember every last detail of it. The second I’d seen him, our eyes had locked. He was tall, had chocolate brown hair and eyes I could stare into all day. I knew instantly I was in love. A mutual friend had seen the intent gaze we shared and introduced us. And from then on, everything just got better and better. It was like living a dream. He took me out to dinner, met my parents – they loved him, he even agreed to come shopping with me.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: 2112 - In 2112, a High-Technical Robots Factory has invent and produce thousands of robots that contain every single human’s abilities, but in fact, they are even better than human because they has a lot of different special items, and each item has its own magical power. However one of the robots, called Doraemon, has a huge mistake during the process of manufacture. But none of the workers has found out. So now, Doraemon’s special items might not be always working properly, and sometimes it might have the opposite effect of the original power.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Creative Writing: Revenge - Minute after minute the phone had rang in both rooms as people young and old, had paid their mourning respects. The room had been in utter silence, it had been as if the phone had been demanding someone pick it up. It had become very irritating for most of us. I had seen the anger rising up in my uncle, as he has an extremely short temper. He had been trying to clear the furniture out of the front and living room. For everyone in my family, it had been an occasion they had never experienced before, in their lives.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Creative Writing: Granddad - I can still remember my joyful life with my granddad. Keeping in mind, the way he used to laugh, his big broad smile, the smell of his perfume, which he left everywhere he went. The way he used to put his family first in everything he did, not forgetting his love for the relations. However, none of those incidents will physically take place now. My blissful times with him have ended. I hate to think about him gone forever. It is upsetting. Nevertheless, he’ll never be forgotten.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Metamorphosis- Creative Writing - He glanced out of the window, watching the sky turning from a deep blue shade to a clear, blue, breezy morning. ‘A good day.’ He made a mental note to himself. The sun baked through the curtains, sharpening his enormous shadow. He thought of that fussy factory owner and sighed. ‘ What am I going to say. Hello, Mr. Martin. I’m afraid I can’t meet you in the hotel this afternoon. Guess what. I have had a terrible twist of fate and have turned into a big, juicy vermin. And then he would reply: How nice.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Stranded- Creative Writing - Elliot Stretched out his arms as he woke up from a restless night of sleep. Poor Elliot was too afraid to sleep, afraid of the mysterious beastie. In the night he could hear a continuous whispering coming from outside the shelter, the whispering turned into nightmares. After rubbing away the sleep from his delicate eyes with his grubby hands he remembered all the bad dreams from the darkness of the night. These brought a tear to his eye as he remembered the comforts of home.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: Eveline - She watched, as Frank and the many passengers aboard the boat sailed away into the darkening night. The reflection of the boat in the water highlighted by the moonlight began to fade just like Eveline’s dreams of a new life. Eveline could not believe that the opportunity to leave Ireland and her monotonous mundane life had been thrown away, for what was a split second decision, which she now deeply regretted. Her grip on the rusted iron railings gradually decreased and eventually her hands fell to her sides.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Creative Writing Relating to William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet - Thursday morning: Verona Court: Enter Prince Escales, Friar Lawrence, Old Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, Old Montague and Lady Montague Narrator: The scene was set with Friar Lawrence before a tribunal chaired by the Prince to explain his part in the Tragedy. The Prince waited in his seat for Friar Lawrence to arrive. Friar Lawrence arrived and was told to take his seat. Friar Lawrence was a respectable man of the Church and his role in this play was parallel to the Role of the Nurse.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: My First Battle as an Ancient Warrior - Hanging just above the horizon like a hot medallion, the blazing eager sunlight outshone at my army. Its golden light reflected my sword turning it pale orange from white. The gold tips on our battle flag looked like it was on fire. They were bearing the crest of our lord. The metal armor laced together with cords of brilliant hues. The tension in the air was palpable and the horses champed nervously at the bits of their bridles. My ferocious iron mask was covering my face, but I still could feel rivulets of sweat cascading down my face.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: The Man Who Lost A Good Wife - There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together.... [tags: Creative Writing Short Story]
What Have I Done? - Creative Writing - The sweltering heat from the blazing sun lit up the grass verges in the park and bounced off the sparkling water in the lake. It was one of the hottest summer days in New York City’s record and Jodie Lexington, a high school teacher, had the pleasure in relishing in every minute of it. Jodie was relaxing on the freshly cut grass, happily dozing under an apple tree and was thoroughly enjoying the day off from her hectic New York lifestyle. Jodie calmly listened to the birds singing and allowed the gentle breeze to brush her long auburn locks across her face: to her this was paradise.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Please Don't Feed the Monkeys- Creative Writing - As I stare out of my cell at the keepers doing their rounds, I wonder for the hundredth time or so what would have happened if I had not left my home for a walk that morning six months ago. I would not have been kidnapped, never to see my family again, I would never have been thrown into this cell, three walls of which are bars a finger’s thickness and two finger’s width apart. I would be free to go where I want walk ; jump, run instead of being taken for “walks” in the cement, high walled courtyard two times a day to “stretch my legs”.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Letter Home from the Trenches- Creative Writing - Dear Josephine, I have not received any letters back from home today. In fact, now I come to think of it, it’s been almost two weeks since I have received anything from back home. Regardless, I still write back with high optimism that my family receive some of my letters. I hope that my mother and father are well. I dreamt about them last night. I could see them sleeping and wishing me a safe trip home. It frightens me to think I may die out here and them being totally oblivious still wishing me a safe trip home.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
My Twenty Third Birthday- Creative Writing - I never had many friends. Especially since it happened anyway. Sometimes I felt like I was trapped in a undersized room and someone had thrown away the key, leaving me to die; old and lonely. However, my trusty friend was always with me on depressing days like these, most days actually. Vodka. It numbed my brain so I couldn’t think of Sarah; it was like my sleeping pill as it was like fire water and burned my throbbing throat as the acid rain fell from my eyes. Today was my twenty-third birthday and I know what you’re thinking, I should be happy.... [tags: Creative Writing Examples]
Well-Rounded Hotel Manager - Creative Writing - You can't have it all, so they say. Either you are the excellent and young hotel manager, well-built athlete, reporter, photographer or football player. Then again, for the past ten years or so, having it all seems to be what Lu ZhenHua is all about. Starting out as one of the part-time reporters of Beijing Evening News when he was twenties, this 28-year-old hotel manager, triathlete, photographer and football player oversized the self and is definitely one of the busiest people today.... [tags: Creative Writing Essay]
Creative Writing: Pretending - "Bianca, I am so-" He started once his eyes met mine. "You promised." I said in a low tone so as not to wake up the neighbours at one in the morning. "But why am I not disappointed as I should be. Oh right, you never keep a promise." I said giving him a glare and then walking straight to my room. I entered the room locking the door behind me. The room was dark, I can't even see my bed. I move my hands on the wall right next to the door until my hands find the light switch and switching it on. The light turned on and now, I see everything in my room.... [tags: bianca, dialogue essay]
Photography within the World of Creative Writing - The purpose of this essay is to integrate the photographic process with creative writing. At first glance, one might think that the two mediums do not have much common ground. However, upon further scrutiny, one quickly discovers that is not entirely the case. Photography plays a wide and diverse role in creative writing. When I first sat down to write this article, I was focused on the other prompt. After a few days of flipping through various photographers and their works, option B still plagued me.... [tags: Article Review] :: 3 Works Cited The History and Future of Creative Writing on the Internet - Creative Writing on the Internet has evolved from being mainly an educational tool used over a network realized by a limited number of people who had the technical knowledge to access the data, to a widespread phenomena including not only including educational purposes but also personal interests, hobbies, and private consumerism as current browser technology makes the Internet more user-friendly and easily approachable. Since the earliest days of the Internet some of the largest providers and gateways have been universities and colleges across the world (like the University of Minnesota and its Gopher program ); many of these educational facilities would offer information about... [tags: Technology and Writing]
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:: 1 Works Cited Creative Writing: Death and Liberation - ... Does being familiar to death make you immune to death’s effects. My brother used to work with chefs in restaurants that told him they’ve cut so many onions, their eyes were immune to tears while prepping for dinner. I wondered if it worked the same way with death. So many thoughts flew through my mind and I became the goose that flies north in the autumn. I was the moth that was denied the luxury of dying in her own terms—instead, I fluttered into the small crack of the fluorescent lighting.... [tags: thoughts, goose, dove]
Creative Writing: Two Teachers - Two Friends “Hey. Allison. Do you want to go to the Comic-Con with me?” My friend Dora said. Last year, Dora invited me to go to the San Diego Comic-Con. He couldn’t wait to go there because he was really excited and prepared for it for a whole month. However, when I asked my other friend Mike if he wanted to go with us, he was lethargic and answered me with his narrowed eyes, “No, Ally. I don’t want to go. I prefer to watch the video of comic-con with my cat at home.” Even though I have known Dora and Mike for over three years, sometimes I’m still curious about how they became friends because they are really different.... [tags: dora, mike, personalities, interests] Creative Writing The Fall - My Dearest Mary Doe, I pray this letter finds you in better health and bliss than I am here in Egypt, for I miss you dearly. Begging on my knees, I apologize profusely for being lax in my writing since you journeyed to Syria, but the past few days have been exceedingly hard and full of grief and personal weakness. In the past as you know, I have always looked forward to completing my training as an Egyptian warrior and first combat. This letter will cover the completion of my training and Captain of the Pharaoh’s army with pomp and the start of my manhood.... [tags: egypt, pharaoh’s army ]
Creative Writing: LA Novel - Chapter One Red= fix this The sun shone on my back as I rolled over in my soft bed and tried to wake up to enjoy my last few moments of freedom before school. “It’s too early!” I heard my big brother Tom yell into his pillow. Man, did I wish our house had more insulation. “Skye, come out here, we have something for you.” I huffed and rolled out of bed, only realizing my covers were tangled after getting caught between my 3ft bed and the carpet. And so it begins, I thought, pulling myself out of a mess of a duvet and sheets.... [tags: fiction, first draft]
Creative Writing: The Shadows of the Past - “Jacqui will stay overnight at my place. My mum looks very happy to meet her,” still lying in my bed, talking to Miss Rina, I tried to put aside the muddle Caroline has placed on my head. Her phone, I finally set on silent mode, to avoid disruption. She must be in panic now, searching for the missing gadget. Through my look over, the phone has only four numbers saved on it. Her number, which she gave me in the taxi, my number, one number indicated as house phone and the other one named mama’s handy.... [tags: Jacqui, rina, caroline]
Creative Writing: The End of the Earth - Mr. Peabody saw the Earth got swallowed by the red giant Sun, like a snake swallowing a man whole alive, through his electrical telescope as he watched from Gliese 581 G. Quickly, he was telling everyone what he saw in his telescope. He thought it was a great lesson to get away before we die. Well, it all started 76 years ago, the Earth was 9.55 billions years old and people are wearing a mechanical suit to protect themselves from the hot magnificent heat of the red giant star called the Sun. The temperature is about more than 189 degrees since the Sun is gradually growing and hotter every billion years until it dies and turn into a planetary nebula to a white dwarf.... [tags: the sun, telescope] Creative Writing: The Chance of a Lifetime - ... I imagine her face as I say this, probably a little frown, since Marissa doesn’t like doing “nothing special.” As we walk from the sink to the chair my sopping wet hair clings to my face, and as soon as I sit down she begins to work, drying, cutting and styling. *** An hour later I’m sitting in my bedroom again, soft golden curls falling around my shoulders. I have my dress laid out on my bed along with its accessories. It’s a lovely cream color with a lightly jeweled v-neckline and I have the shoes to match.... [tags: dialogue, Melanie Nguyen]
Creative Writing: The Legend of the Harp - ... I remembered a sickening putrid smell filling my nostrils, and the terrifying, repetitive noise of clicking. It haunts my dreams to this day. Then, everything warped. It was as if I was looking through wavy glass. It was colorful. The white grass turned red. ______________________________________________________________________________ “Attention all Yoctograms!” A man with ripped blue jeans, and a police hat stood poised on top of a wooden crate. His cocksure attitude seemed to actually form in the air around him.... [tags: dialogue, sho]
Creative Writing: The Mortalis and Nightcrwalers - Whenever the sun falls and the moon rises, we rise, too. Whenever the lights go out, ours come on. We Nightcrawlers lurk in the shadows and play in the dark. We stay on the other side, in which no Nightcrawler nor a Mortal shall ever cross. The guarded line is drawn between the two places. Any mortal in their right mind, skeptical of the Nightcrawlers or not, knows never to cross the path. That path that no one was stupid enough to cross, except me, Silas Asher Clay. My mother used to tell me stories about the Mortals.... [tags: horror stories, tales, cliff]
Creative Writing: Life is a Game - “Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.” “Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it.” Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game, all right—I’ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about it. Nothing. No game. -(chapter 2 page 8) - Spencer, his former teacher,is lecturing him for his failures at Pencey - emphasizing the importance of playing a game(life) by the rules - Holden identifies himself as the losing side -Relates easily to how the losing side feels, lonely and victimized - This gets Holden thinking, he is very well off and thinks about the d... [tags: narrative essays] Creative Writing: A Touch of Sound - A Touch of Sound We all remember these grey gloomy days filled with a feeling of despair that saddens the heart from top to bottom. Even though, there may be joy in one’s heart, the atmosphere turns the soul cold and inert. Autumn is the nest of this particular type of days despite its hidden beauty. The sun seems foreign, and the nights are darker than usual enveloped by a thrill that generates chills to travel through the spine leaving you with a feeling of insecurity. Nevertheless, the thinnest of light will always shine through the deepest darkness; in fact, darkness amplifies the beauty and intensity of a sparkle.... [tags: darkness, light] Creative Writing: Ernest and The Sargeant - The afternoon sun shined down Ernest's back as he stood on his toes to get a look over the trench wall. All of the men had been warned not to look over, despite the natural inclination to do so. Even when there was no attack at the moment, a random sniper shot could bring death to a soldier on his first day of service. “Johnson!” Ernest quickly lowered back down into the trench. He turned to the sergeant behind him. “Do you want to get killed Private?” The sergeant barked. “No sir!” Ernest hastily replied.... [tags: trench, the soldier]
Creative Writing: The End of Humanity - Sunday, December 8th, was the day it all started. Some might call it a catastrophe, some call it The End of Humanity, but I, Eli, call it an experience; even if it is evidently more extreme. Caused by a scientist’s mistake, humankind was at serious risk of extinction. What is this life-changing event. It is something so hysterically implausible that I thought I was merely living in a dream. It is the Zombie Apocalypse of 2014, and here is my story: Today was the third day the zombies have been here, yet I still cannot acknowledge their existence, it seems so unreal.... [tags: zombies, Eli]
Creative Writing: Out with a Bang - ... Goepfrisch’s office, holding a steaming mug of coffee between her hands. She took baby steps, combined with a slow knee-locking-gait she’d discovered kept the liquid from sloshing over the lip and running down over the Company logo. Julie had perfected this delivery over the last eighteen months, the sum total of her employment with Goepfrisch Enterprises; Executive Personal Assistant, her official title. If only he’d let her. Unfortunately, Julie knew she was nothing more than a slave. And, then not a trusted slave, but, one assigned only the most mundane of duties.... [tags: julie´s dream, the phelps]
Creative Writing: The Story of Angel - ... Waiting for no time at all, Angel ran as fast as she could close enough to where she could see her uncle being carried into the ambulance. Uncle Joe was in critical condition where all there was to do was pray and wait. At the waiting room was Angel almost catching some sleep until a strange lady sat down next to her and talked to her. The woman said "if you want your uncle to live you must flee now and never turn back or I will make sure he gets what he deserves!" At the sound of those words Angel turned to see the woman that by then vanished.... [tags: talent, young girl, school]
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