Creative Essay: Boy Loses His Parents
.... walls halfway.
She had tubes in her nose, her head bandaged heavily, her arms in casts and
her neck in a brace. She had a long cut along her right cheekbone.
"You're still beautiful, little Angela," Martin murmured softly
to himself as tears welled up in his eyes. He turned away and walked down
the hall to the private lounge. As he walked in and sat down, he scanned
the people already there. There was a seemingly nice older couple, two
middle-aged women and a young boy.
"I REALLY hope her foot feels better after surgery," one of the women
said.
"No you don't, Susie. You're the one that didn't want to pitch in .....
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Jimmy
.... there was rich, fertile land out west. Sadly enough, his parents'
last breaths were drawn only a few hundred miles from their dream. They
had been murdered for nothing more than the few dollars and a couple of
small pieces of jewelry that they had possessed. The murderers had laughed
as they kicked at his dead father, looking for anything of value. They had
been quite sure of themselves and wore no masks. Jimmy could still
remember their faces as if it was yesterday. The murderers would be
brought to justice, come hell or high water, Jimmy had decided. As it
turned out, he was complied to track them for the past five year .....
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Killer Instinct
.... at an imaginary opponent. His scarred face looked troubled
for a moment. "Coulda been the Champ. Didn' get a chance. Said I don' got
the killer instinct. I know I got it. Jus' need a chance." His audience
nodded appreciatively and exchanged understanding glances. Billy shuffled
to a stop and shook his big head as a huge grin split his battered face.
"No use cryin' over spilt milk. That was a long time ago. Yeah man, a long
time ago. He extended a large paw and shook each person's hand solemnly.
"Jus' call me Black Billy," he said, the infectious, innocent
grinencompassing the entire group, like a warming beam of sunlight after .....
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The Monkey's Paw
.... all was silent. "We can't make it go away" said Mrs. White. They
both fell to the floor with tortured hearts. "I cant live with a son like
that, we must find a way to put an end to this," said Mr. White. Herbert
began his way down the stairs. As he neared the end of the steps Mr. White
picked up a gun and shot Herbert in the chest. Herbert fell down the
stairway like a bloody rag doll. Mr. White then took the gun to his head
when all of the sudden - "Wake up, Dad! Wake up" said Herbert. Mr. White
awoken to the Indian man on the same night that all his trouble started.
The Indian tossed the paw on the flame and it b .....
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Up The Ladder
.... of the tree and into the sky. They
had been climbing for a little while when the blue bird turned back to its
nest.
"Goodbye, Chris," the blue bird said. "Don't forget to tell me what's
at the end of the ladder."
Chris climbed higher. Soon he met a woman dressed in coveralls. She
held a hammer in her hand and two nails in her mouth. She was pounding
nails into a board.
"Good day," said Chris.
"Good day," said the woman, taking the nails out of her mouth.
"What are you doing?" asked Chris.
"I'm a carpenter," said the woman. "I'm building a home to live in."
"On a ladder?" asked Chris, aston .....
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Creative Writing: The Bastille
.... thump boom! I hit the ground I
tripped over my untied shoelace. Everything gets
blurry...............................
After a undisclosed amount of time I wake up as I look up I see all
my companions and the POWs running from the encampment. I get up and
attempt to hold off the remanding guards. But I am ineffective because I
have seemed to misplaced my scary mask. So no one was scared of me. So
instead I laid down and played dead until the fighting was over. We only
lost two men and we came back victorious. From that point on my military
career was over. I had no plans on going back. War is hell and will
dest .....
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Creative: In The Lamp Light
.... driveway. "I know
you, Roy Best," he said. "I know about you and Mary. You want to take her
away from me."
Roy was a short man who walked with the help of a cane. I'd seen him
during the afternoon, sitting in the lounge, talking to the prettiest woman
in Pine Vale.
"You never even talk to her," Roy said. "Not once in all the years
we've been here."
"I--I will. And until I do, I don't want you interfering."
"She's not your property. I don't think she'd want to hear you sayin'
what she can and can't do."
"How dare you! I've got a good mind to--"
Roy's snort of derision echoed off the brick wall of t .....
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Dialogue Story, The Ginger Ale Mystery
.... "Ginger ale into a glass of ice? That's quite easy." laughed Hans.
"Yes, but not when YOU are in a locked room, the ice and glass in a
safe, and me with the Ginger Ale outside!" exclaimed Miguel.
"That is quite extraordinary, if you could do it. But what would I
get if you didn't do it?" asked Hans.
"Head seat of all violinists, plus 100,000 dollars, in CASH." said
Miguel.
"Now i'm in it. But you want my Stradivarius violin if you do it?"
asked Hans.
"Yes, thing's aren't cheap these days." said Miguel. "We'll see what
you can do! The wager is on. You must come into a dark, lightless room,
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The Creation Of The Universe, The Earth, And Human Beings
.... name was Thrakath. He was the creator of the
universe and the son of the light and the dark. The light also gave birth
to Tria and she was the creator of the universe, the daughter of the light
and the dark and the wife of Thrakath.
Both Thrakath and Tria lived together within the light and dark for a
long time creating the universe within their minds. After they had finished
thinking they decided to implement their plans. First they created the
stars. There were many stars throughout the universe and both Thrakath and
Tria were pleased. But the stars eventually became troublesome so they
decided to create the sun.
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Visits To The School Office
.... a question. Sometimes, finding the
right person or whatever can become a quite lengthy procedure, taking the
student's search all across the campus and eventually concluding at
McDonald's or Taco Bell. This type of office visit is by far the most fun.
The final, and most dreaded type of office summons is the type that is
required for disciplinary actions. This usually takes the form of a summons
slip from the office, a visit from a Narc, or a teacher screaming, "Get
out!" at the top of his lungs, which is normally followed shortly by a
swift messenger carrying a referral slip. In this type of visit, the idea
is to totally demora .....
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Personal Writing: Museum Of Tolerance
.... There was a short, maybe 15 minute tour with a tour guide, then a
two and a half hour audio tour.
The tour guide led us to two doors and told us to choose one.
Above each door was a label one with the word "prejudice" and one with the
word "unprejudiced." I tried to go through the unprejudiced door only to
find out it was locked. When I asked the tour guide why it was locked she
told me that everyone has their own prejudices at one time or another no
matter how big or small the prejudice is. When I got to thinking about it,
it's true. At least at one point in your life, you have a certain hate for
someone just because they ar .....
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A Lesson From Oliver
.... fame.
And then would come the most striking sensation of all: the smell of fresh
dew on the grass - I think the terms "exhilarating" and "intoxicating" were
coined by someone who'd just taken their first breath of northern morning
air (though they likely did so between 6 and 7 a.m. when one is better
primed to wax poetic and the passage of sensory information from one's
nostrils to the brain is not so hopelessly clogged - as is the case at 4
a.m.).
All these sensations I can fully appreciate only now, in retrospect
(since at this moment I assure you it is not 4 a.m.).
At four o'clock that morning of June 26, .....
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