Ariana Driving Creative Writing

Andrea Lunsford who is Louise Hewlett Nixon Professor of English and Director of the Program in Writing and Rhetoric, started the Stanford faculty in March, 2000. She obtained her B.A. and M.A. degrees from the University of Florida, and finished her Ph.D. in English at The Ohio State University, in 1977. Andrea Lunsford established “Andrea Abernethy Lunsford” website that consist of home, blog, photo gallery, CV, downloads, contact, about, and login. This website home page shows above lists with pictures which are very helpful to know and tell what picture is it. For instance; home page displays that is showing a photographer is taking a picture of two people are standing

At some point in your lives you probably have come across the cartoon of the Roadrunner that says, “Meep, meep” then takes off and races against his rival the coyote. Well, when Stephanie Santos was describing her life to me, specifically, when she bounces between work and school, that’s what popped in my head. I was taken back by how much this girl can handle and how much energy she still has in her! Between drastic life changes, work, home, school and maintaining a relationship, it was exhausting just listing those aspects of life, never mind living them.

Nearly two hours passed, before I finally located and picked her up. She was wet, dirty, and clearly under the influence of something and it wasn’t alcohol.

Although our arms were fatigued, we didn’t want to stop because we were having a blast. My dad didn’t mind either because he was enjoying driving his new boat. Then, without warning, my dad took an abrupt turn; going rather fast. Kiersten and I were not expecting it at all and we both fell off, tumbling into the water. It was exhilarating, and although it hurt, so much adrenaline was coursing through my body I didn’t feel it until much later. The tube went shooting forward, and my dad turned around to come get us. He drifted towards us and we climbed up into the boat; deciding it was time to get some lunch. My dad went to accelerate the boat and that’s when it became very evident that there was a problem. The boat wouldn’t move. It was still on and running, but it wouldn't move forward or backwards. Initially, everyone panicked since we were in the middle of a not very crowded lake, with a baby, and a limited amount of water. After checking the for the obvious sources of the problem, like if we had run out of gas in the boat, my dad begrudgingly climbed into the water. He found that the rope had gotten entangled in the propeller when we fell off the

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I am sitting on an inflatable tube in the middle of Lake Michigan. I’m not sure how I got here. Suddenly, I hear “Lean back!”; I’m not sure why, but I just lean back. I’m so scared, I don’t know what is happening. I see a big white boat with blue dual canvas start to go fast, and I feel a jerk. I don’t know what’s happening! Is the tube sinking? Am I going to drown? What is happening? The boat is now going fast, and I’m told I can sit up now. I am kneeling on the tube for five seconds, and I say “OH MY GOSH! This is so fun!!!”. I can’t believe that I have never done this before. I was being pulled so fast that the wind dried my face from the splashing fishy water. There is a wave and my knees fly almost a foot off of the tube! This is the

It was a normal day I got home and my mom was there. “She told me are you ready?” “I said for what?” She exclaimed “You’re going to Norris Lake!” I was super excited because I was going with my friend from my soccer team Trey. I got packed as fast I can and they picked me up. The only problem was it was 101 degrees and a 8 hour drive. About halfway to the lake we stop at a restaurant and get food. We went to Wendys. After that we would drive and get gas and about 10 minutes before we get there we stop at Walmart and get food for the entire week.

Due to recent circumstances our FTP group (group O)  is down to four people. I'm just enquiring whether we could cut our time down to twenty five minutes? It has just come to my knowledge that a member in our group will not be coming back, so our original plans have been disrupted. If not I'm sure we will figure something out but due to the short notice, I thought I'd notify you.

We stepped onto the boat. No turning back. The boat started and out we went. Me and my friend Dawson were ready to have fun tubing. Unfortunately, we had to wait our turn. The minutes went past. We were sitting on the boat watching noobs fly off the tube. Finally, it was our turn.

We had planned to spend a good hour or so hanging out at the bottom and catching our breath, however due to the sun setting soon, we knew that we would have to immediately head back. So as irritated and tired as we were, we headed back up the trail. Now as I said we are all pretty outdoorsy people. However, Lauren isn’t the most athletic girl I know and also wore her dad’s boots which were three sizes too big and were beginning to give her blisters. Did I mention that the trail back is a three mile, straight-up hills trail? We knew that it was going to be hard to get her back to the top before it got to dark to hike. Also, since our car was in the horse parking lot, that would be an extra mile once we got to the top. So we figured the best option would be to divide up. Maya and I took off so that we could get the car and drive it back to where Lauren and JR would be waiting at the top of the hiking trail. Maya and I hiked up as quickly as we could, completely out of breath, out of water, and out of energy. I didn’t think that we would ever make it out, until finally I saw the light out of the trees. Once we made it out of the trail, we ran the mile to the car and rejoiced as we finally got to sit down in the air-conditioned Elantra. We drove back to Lauren and JR waiting for us and ended the hectic day by eating pancakes at Cracker

Octavia's hands shook as she tucked her red hair into a braid. She smoothed over the delicate twists and curls, willing the tremors to go away.

On that bright Saturday afternoon, everything was going great. Work was going smoothly and my friends were coming over that night. Everything was going just as I planned. I was basically the type of girl to want everything to go my way, but not in the super obnoxiously bratty way; in the stubborn way. Going out with my girls was going to be a huge hit. Despite the fact that there is nothing to actually do in our town in Florida, we are determined to make it one. As time rolled by, I was finally out the door; walking unsteady while still trying to accomplish putting my heels on correctly. This was about to be the best time of my life, or so I thought.

Arlene sat in an easy chair outside the motel room bathroom. She and her dad were still engaged in animated conversation when Stacey emerged wearing a floor-length light blue evening gown. Arlene went slackjawed. The material on the flared skirt was sea foam blue rayon, almost like a heavy chiffon. The white sleeveless lacy top met the skirt at the bodice. She looked absolutely stunning in it. Her lustrous wavy light-brown hair fell to below the top and back of her shoulders, framing her face and neck. The dress was too long to see her shoes, but a glimpse of heels could be seen as she walked toward her opened suitcase sitting on the bed to retrieve an envelope. Arlene, a petite little beauty in her own right, had a father who was not really

At the picnic on the field close to the river, Audra sat beside her friends on the blankets they had spread out, sipped mead, and grinned. A springtime afternoon – one that felt more like summer with its warmth – with her friends, their children, and her mother, was just what she needed to raise her spirits.

Next thing you know I am thrown in the side of Thalia’s bag with a bunch of annoying and loud skinny pencils! I try to stay calm and hope that when Leila gets back she’ll spot me. Thalia leaves and about 45 minutes pass, finally all the girls return from their mysterious activities. I see Leila walk back to her locker hoping she can see me, she opens in and her face goes white…”Where are my earring oh my god, what am I gonna do?” I watch Thalia walk up to her with not an ounce of guilt on her face, what a snake is what I thought to myself. She tells Leila, “Don’t worry I’m sure they will turn up soon!”, I start looking for ways that I can catch Leila’s attention. I notice Thalia’s bag is on the ground directly under the light, I thought