Aldersley Park Creative Writing

Carver’s use of diction throughout the poem helps to illustrate how we should live our life to the

When Carvers father left the family to work in northern California it was the start of his decline, but it was also a turning point in his relationship with his son who was starting to find his own way in life. Thoughout his dads illness Carver married and started his own family but he mentions “During those years I was trying to raise my own family and earn a living. But, one thing and another, we found ourselves having to move a lot.” (Carver, 387) It is here that we realize the path that Carver is taking is very similar to the one he watched his father take while growing up. His own struggles with alcohol and money seem to be a repeat of his fathers mistakes.

Winnie sighed. She had been waiting for Mr. Scamander to come back for a few hours. The minute he had left, she started wandering around, looking at the beautiful, strange creatures around her. But she began to get bored. Not that anyone could get bored of these animals, each one was as fantastic as the one before. She was bored because she was a people person, and she had no one to talk to, unless you counted the jarvey, which Winnie certainly did not. So after a few minutes, she found her way back to the room she had originally fallen into. She sat right beside the ladder, glancing up every few minutes, hoping that he would come. She didn’t know how long it took to get to Saint-Pierre, but she imagined it couldn’t be longer than half a day.

Jackie and I were now halfway to where Mike’s car wreck took place, on Highway 46. The accident must have been pretty bad because it was reported on the news, a rare case, I thought to myself. I prayed Mike was going to be ok. The drive felt like it was taking hours to get to the scene . I could feel the tension in the car growing. The fact that one of our closest friends could be gravely injured was a slug shot from a shotgun into our chests. Jackie was still distressed as she drove; tears dripped from her eyes like droplets from a cool water bottle on a hot day.

Carver’s use of third person objective affects the story by helping his writing technique of extreme simplicity. Because we can’t see into any of the characters minds, less details are presented, leaving the story more plain. “‘I couldn’t wait’ he said. That night they made love again.” This quote shows Carver’s flat prose. There are an abundance of descriptive actions and dialogue

We have been trying to move to a new home over the last few months and for one reason or another we just haven't been able to make this happen. Our close and move in date just kept getting pushed and this ended up interfering and postponing multiple trips. With Good Friday off, BeeGee and I just couldn’t handle this any more so we headed out Thursday evening.

It was a blazing, sunny day in Lake Havasu City, Arizona reading a temperature of 120 degrees Fahrenheit out on the back patio. The hot air felt like the inside of an oven against a human being’s skin. As a Lake Havasu City native, little seven- year- old Scarlett Suzanne had no trouble at all swimming in the pool at such extremely sizzling temperatures. She would play for hours on end pretending she was Ariel from “The Little Mermaid” until her mother would have to drag her inside for supper. Although Scarlett was practically a fish in the water, she was not allowed to go outside unless her mother was home or was watching her.

The weather was pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and the air heavy with birdsong along their route. Accompanying those who were being sent to assess the damage at the Salsolan Outpost had been a choice — the same way drinking when thirsty was a choice — and bringing her slave had been just another facet.

Logan airport is the last place I wanted to get stuck at. Its too close to home, to him.

named Hollands Cove. Almost as if it were a secret the entrance to the community the roadway lies bare. A small dirt road with two fields on either side are backed by trees, small bushes, and a slight glimpse of a gray decaying haunted house. However during the early summer if you drudge through that field of tangled weeds you would find the bushes lined with juicy summer blackberries that stain your fingertips.

As I walked into the Flint Hills Mall through the front side entrance, I could see an abundance of people in the empty space by the Kansas Drivers License Office. There were rows of shiny, smooth, wooden benches, which families and guests were sitting on. You could see them talking and laughing to each other, and giving pep talks to their kids. I could see the white table the judges were sitting at as they prepared to evaluate each student. I could see the judge's water bottle at each of their seats and bowls of candy inbetween each of them. I could see students sitting and standing on the sides preparing and talking. Students were either wearing white, red, or blue uniforms with a colored belt around their waist depending on what level they

“ keep going, you can do this” my mom says as I take another step up the rigid cold mountain . I take step after step after step after step, until i get to dead inside from this boredom of climbing this stupid mountain.

The scent of burning nicotine mixes in with the bitter-sweet sound of silence that flows through my neighborhood. The murmurs of the 39 engine making its rounds of routine lateness is a usual as it flows down small Dauphin street and to much better-known areas of the city.

After being shot, Jackson hides in a closed café. When he sees a gorgeous man enter the premises after the man’s cat screeched and woke him up, Jackson is smitten. Police sirens wail and Jackson morphs into his wolf form to escape.

The grass was more vibrant than usual. Each individual blade was cut to perfection, none stood out. The white stripes seemed to glow against the fresh, green grass. The black asphalt still felt tepid beneath our feet. The unpigmented lines almost vibrated with the daytime heat that was beating down only an hour before. The shining benches were drenched in all colors of the rainbow. The bodies underneath that rainbow where continuously shifting and swelling like the sea. The anticipation could be seen rolling away from those benches as everyone seemed to take a breath. The lights above casted down a blinding white that left shadows fifty feet long. The brightness only seemed to be turned up as we took our first step onto the grass.