A Short Story Of My Mom's Car Crash

How many times have you been in the car with a drunk driver? Many young kids get in the car with drunk drivers and don’t even know it. For example, my good friend got in the car with a drunk driver and was in an accident. She ended up being hospitalized for many days. Even when she was released from the hospital, she was not the same. She had to go through months of physical therapy. Many people think that it is just “unlucky” to get stopped for drunk driving, or operating while intoxicated

In the short story the Lob’s Girl, the main idea is about a girl and a dog named Lob. The main characters are Sandy, Lob, The Twins, Mom, Dad, and , Lob’s Old Owner. The setting is at the beach and at a hospital. At the start of the story a girl named Sandy and her family lived on the beach and her father would go fishing 7 days a week. It was his job but anyway Sandy. But one day on the beach, Sandy and the twins were playing on the beach and Sandy was by the water and a wave crashed down and knocked

The Crash heard around the school On one faithful day I started my car and was about to leave Croatan High school. It was a cold January day it wasn’t sunny I wore a black shirt and grey shorts. As I start to pull out my spot into the straight way to get on cougar lane someone stops me. The person that stopped me was my buddy Jacob he made the jester for me roll down my window and so I did and he said. “Hey man do you know when the next test is in Mr. Slater’s class,” to which I reply. “No let me

right, more like the worst cruise experience that I’ve encountered. As my mother and I pull up to the Port of Miami my heart almost leaps out of my chest with excitement. Iwas finally about to get on my very first cruise ship ever. All the cruise ships were lined up in front of one another the ships were massive in height and width they were the big things I’ve witnessed all day. With a thrill in my voice I yelled out to my mom “Mom which Cruise ship are we boarding?” she replies “ The one in the

beach beats down on the hot sand, the cold blue waves crash the shores of Alpena Michigan. A very energetic, outgoing girl runs across the hot, sandy, dry beach. On the warm humid morning at 8:30 in the morning i begin to build a sandcastle on the hot sandy beach while cherokee is in the cold crystal blue water. After that we begin to go to the beach to have a barbecue with my family after we had the barbeque we began to play football and that when my cousin zak said i would be an amazing couture back

beach beats down on the hot sand, the cold blue waves crash the shores of Alpena Michigan. A very energetic, outgoing girl runs across the hot, sandy, dry beach. On the warm humid morning at 8:30 in the morning I begin to build a sandcastle on the hot sandy beach while cherokee is in the cold crystal blue water. After that we begin to go to the beach to have a barbecue with my family after we had the barbeque we began to play football and that when my cousin zak said I would be an amazing quarterback

as my car started. It wasn’t coming from the radio though, it was my cell phone. My mom was calling for the third time today. I was tempted to hit ignore, but I knew the harassment would just continue if I did. “Hi Mom,” I said cheerfully as I backed out of my parking space. “Wow hi stranger!” Since I left my mom in Florida and moved to Iowa our conversations had become few and far between. “I know Mom I’m sorry. I’ve just been busy, but how is everything?” The next few minutes involved my mom

Tamarah Phillips SOS: Creative Writing Reader Response # 3 Ranch Girl by Maile Meloy from Contemporary American Short Fiction The story is told in second person, which gives the reader a sense of being in the story, at the same time being an observer. It begins with telling you where you stand in the socio-economics’ and in the eyes of your peers. “If you’re white, and you’re not rich or poor but somewhere in the middle, it’s hard to have worse luck than be born a girl on the Ranch

My father was born on December 15, 1950, in Da Nang, a sleepy city located in Central Vietnam. His mother, my grandma, died when he was very little, so growing up, it was just him and his dad (my grandpa). Hearing my dad tell stories of him and Grandpa together brought to light just how much my grandpa meant to Dad. Every principle that Dad has taught me, he has learned from Grandpa. Sadly, that relationship was short-lived; my grandpa died when Dad was in high school. From the day his dad died to

started reading the newspaper over my mom’s shoulder. Family folklore is that I read a murder story aloud and shocked everyone. My mom didn’t read the paper with me any more after that. Before Kindergarten, I would write stories with my mom… she would write the words down for me, and I would illustrate them. She may still have them, I’m not sure. I wish I could ask her, but we haven’t talked in years. I always saw myself as a creative person, mostly because my mother pushed me to express myself in