A Creative Story : A Short Story

When I heard Jessica crying and saw the dog looking into my face I told him “Georgie go see why Jessica is crying”. Next thing I knew he went off running and she was quiet so I went to check on her and there they were in the bed sleeping, he comfort her. Even though a snow storm was coming, she decided to go on her winter camping trip anyway. It was like something was calling her out there. But in the event of her wilderness trip she was starting to feel better. There was a positivity her in her life that was growing and the depression had started to fade by the activities she is doing. Her experience of sleeping in below freezing caves, digging out of a snow barricades with the help of Jackson and Hailey. She was doing things her and her dogs would never have dreamed of. She admits that her very cold and freezing adventure has helped her appreciate the beauty of life and her winter wilderness experience. She was starting to feel like she belong and was appreciating the value of her life and her surroundings. “A Blizzard under blue sky” gave her a new lease on life and a spark of rejuvenation.

In the cold December, when the land is white with snow, my children’s children go to play on Bloody Ice. Its incarnadined surface is a source of mystery, another one of our town’s curiosities. Sixty years ago—but how my memory dims!—I saw the red take hold. I saw wicked things rising from the lake, and when they left, they took my brother with them.

This is underscored by the phrase “it would have been easier to separate me fr0m my hair”. Because pulling hair out is a very difficult task, this wording highlights how much Turtle needs Taylor and, in turn, underscores the importance of Taylor caring for the child. Even though it is not legally correct to take the child, it is the right decision; it would be immoral to leave an abused child with the abuser. After highlighting the necessity of “adopting” Turtle, Kingsolver ultimately shows the positive outcomes as a result of this undertaking. Kingsolver uses another extended metaphor during Taylor’s visit to a park in Tucson to show the benefits of Taylor’s care and love for Turtle. While at the park, Taylor describes a trellis with “thick, muscly vines twisting up its

In Turtles Hatching, Mark O’Connor effectively conveys the power of life in numerous ways. The metaphor of turtles being in a “life – race” explains the determination in the turtles to reach safety which is the water. Another use of a metaphor is when O’Connor compares the turtle to a “high revving toy” this metaphor also shows the turtles determination to bypass all the complications and go to their natural habitat. “A determined as cats”, this simile suggests that nothing will stop them. Most of the metaphors and similes about life in turtles hatching display the sheer tenacity of the hatchlings, which gives the audience a sudden image in their minds as to how the turtles are trying to return to safety. This type of figurative language engages

Smiling, she enjoyed the ride from the grocery store. Excitement building at the thought of the camp-out. They headed toward the church for a 'Royal Scouts' camp-out, when Elisabeth felt the car slow to a stop. Looking to her mother she asked; 'What's wrong mommy? Why are we stopping?' 'Someone's car broken down, honey. So we're just slowing down so people can go around them.' She looked out her window at the little white car stopped on the two-lane bridge. With just barely passing the room, she watched as people moved their cars to the right side of the lane.  From somewhere behind their car, the sound of a freight train came squealing to a halt. With a burning smell of rubber, piercing her nostrils, a logging truck whizzed past her window. It happened so fast. When the truck came barreling down the road, it fish-tailed into the back end of Elizabeth's little white car. Shattering her window, Elisabeth as pieces of glass floated through the air and the car turned toward the ledge of the tiny bridge. The ringing sound of her mother's screams rang deep within her ears, as the water on her right slowly came into view. Jerking the steering wheel with all her might, her mother screamed as she desperately attempted to turn it away from the ledge. No matter how hard she tried, the wheel would not move in any direction. It was locked. Her mother threw her hands in the air while

It was a cold winter day, when the grass was buried under a blanket of snow, all the trees were decorated with natural crystal ornaments and the lakes were hidden under a sheet of ice. Mom had gone over to Dad’s apartment to work on their research paper on Germany’s role during the Holocaust. It was getting late and the roads were blocked due to the blizzard that happened the day before. Mom called Nana telling her that she would stay at Dad’s until the roads opened.

The cold winter breeze hit her skin as she stepped out of the warm truck, ordinarily, she immediately wrapped her arms around the black coat attempting to keep her warm, as she was freezing from the sudden temperature change from the truck into the chilly air. Looking back to the sled being drawn out of the back of the truck, then she turned around and her eyes landed on the Rocke’s house, their close family friends. Gazing briefly at her parents one last time, ran to the door of the house, ready to get out of the cold momentarily.

The rink was cold as expected. Not only was it winter in Maine, but they were in a building with a huge ice rink in the center. John and Rosemary were right up next to the glass watching the game with Beau right behind them. A short while into the game, the puck was slapped and came ricocheting across the glass right in front of Rosemary and John. John didn’t move an inch being used to watching his brother play where as Rosemary screamed and flinched away. Beau put his hands on her quivering shoulders. “It’s okay, you’re alright.” Something was telling him to just wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tight. Rosemary looked up and saw Beau staring back at

I held Clementine’s hand in the cold as we walked through the snow covered field. Our breath hung in the air like sheets of ice and I could feel my own lungs as they greedily sucked up the frigid air. She and I had decided to attend the burning today. She said she wanted to bid her parents goodbye. I didn't tell her, but I was going to say my goodbyes to her. But I think she knew. She just had a look in her eyes, a strange one that proclaimed nothing but fear and a resounding emptiness. It was like she had just given up.

Turtle is an 11 years old girl who is moving to Key West. The one thing hates is Shirley Temple. Turtle hates when things are “dandy” and she doesn’t want to move. In the story she meets a group called the diaper gang. They go on all sorts of adventures, for example to an island!! On page 105 she meets her grandma for the first time. All she wants is to back at home living with her mom a nothing with stop her from getting what she wants!!

It was a female voice, her mother I presumed. She yelled again, her cries much closer now: "Shelly, honey where are you?". Never had I ever stayed behind to watch these encounters, but this time, something compelled me to. Shellys' mother drew near, she was not far from the child's body, but she did not see it, for the snow masked her chest. She took two more steps, then fell to her knees. With a tremorimg hand she brushed the snow off Shelly's face and screamed: "Noooooooo!" hot tears trickled down the ridges of her dark face. She slowly lifted her child's body on to her lap, leaning against a tree rocking her and wailing. Suddenly I drew closer, Shelly's mothers eyes looked in my direction and nodded. Did she know I was there? Her hazel green eyes were dim and red, peircing right through me. She brushed back her child's locks and planted a kiss on her forehead. Slowly her eyes became as hollow as her daughters, her body flinched and her eyes closed. She was

I watched Emily run through the rain like it was the best thing that ever happened to her. She loved it. I however did not. Coming to get me I guessed as I heard her bound up the stairs. ¨I know you hate the rain hollie but you should come out.” She said. I was nine at the time and afraid of a lot of things. ¨No! I don't like the rain and I never will.” She then proceeded to pull me over her shoulders and carry me outside into the storm. Within a minute my flaming red curly hair was dark maroon wet and straight. ¨How do you know you won't like it if you won't even step of the steps when it does.¨ I cautiously stepped of the stem into the dirt at the bottom of the stone steps and felt the mud squish between my toes. It felt funny but I like it. I smelt the rain and looked around at the wet grass with the water on it. It was alluring. But before I could touch it I felt coldness all around me and looked up to see my sister with a bucket. We played outside for what felt like hours till Father came to get us. Then I loved the rain and every storm no matter what time it was my sister and I would go outside and play in the

One day Rosita left the tree to go exploring with her brother and sisters. They hopped along in the dirt and looked at all the different plants. They continued along, hoping to find a small pond to swim in, but before they found the pond a giant thing swooped down in front of them. Rosita had a hard time seeing what the creature was because it was very blurry. The

Through squinting eyelashes, on which icicles formed by now, I watch as the cold is catching up with everyone I love. Peter’s body enslaved by the cold as his whole body trembles while his teeth chatter with a thrumming sound. My mom cups his tiny hands between her palms, and rubs them while blowing her warm breath on it. “Mommy I’m…..co..ld,” he winces. “Oh baby here..” My mother removes her shawl and wraps it tightly around Peter's

The children played joyfully in their own little world. The sound of their own laughter, ringing in their ears. Warm sunlight filtered through their homemade tent. "Maxwell", a four foot giant teddy bear, stood guard at the tent's entrance.