Creative Writing: Black Roses

There has never been an end to my misfortune; from the early moments in my childhood to this very day. Looking back to when I was growing up, Mattie had always been there to back me up and to save my ass when I really was in trouble, but the day the wall came down was the end of him doing all the work for me. It was my turn to take a stand. It was my turn to make a difference. And it was my turn to kill them all.

“Mine. Just mine. You hear?” His haunting words corrupt her golden, sweet morning, barking in her mind as if taunting her to what she is to him. A mere belonging, his pet, his toy. In the dreadful year of 1936, women are minor belongings to own. To command by brooding, dark eyes and intimidating tall figures of men. However in that moment, Adriana’s focus is stolen by the woman through the window of a well known supermarket in Collinsville, Alabama. She keeps her dilated eyes steady on the mysterious woman, as she gazes into her piercing green eyes, that softly dissolve into a pale blue as they stray from the centre. Her chestnut brown hair that is done up in a tight bun, hinting blonde as the blinding sun shines down to transform the staggering

I just could not believe what happened. My night was going so good, then all of a sudden it turned into a nightmare. The entire ride home I just stared out the window at the pitch black sky. My dad and I never spoke a word the whole time. When we approached the place where I wrecked, I tensed up and closed my eyes. It made me sick to my stomach to see the truck upside down. The next thing I knew we were pulling into my driveway. When I got inside, I hugged my dad and told him I loved him and I was sorry for what happened. I then did what the nurse said and went in the shower. As I stood in the shower with the warm water hitting my face, the accident kept playing over and over in my head. With all of the glass and dirt washed out of my hair, I went to bed. It was beyond relaxing to lay in my bed. I layed there for a few moments,then slowly drifted to

It was dark and alone and I felt the need to cry. One by one everyone I have ever loved showed up. My mom, my sister, my late girlfriend, my grandma… I could go on. Their eyes were on me and only me. I was the only stimulus in the room. The yelled at me. I was irrational . I had put them in a situation where they didn’t even know me anymore. I was the monster under the bed and I was the reason why people were scared. They yelled so loud to the point where I didn’t even know if they were screams anymore.

Whether it is the delicate crease of a fallen leaf, or the subtle bend of a flowing stream. Whether it is the drumming of moist dacrocytes against tiled roofs, while a strip of startling colours begins to half-moon. Or the swaying of icy flakes lazily covering the plains in white, causing the arctic air to crawl up your spine. Whether it is the delicate kiss of the sunlight lingering through the hustle and bustle of the dancing canopies, or the vibrant hues of pansies bathing in the tepid breeze. Whether it is the horizon draining out its citrus hues, turning the skies into inky blackness or the moonlight bathing the city in its silvery radiance. It is us spirits that truly guide nature to its purpose.

I thought I was gone died that day cause I never experience’s something like that before. We open the washroom door there were two huge trees in our living room and the roof cave in. My mother start screaming and crying, and the house down there street was all gone, but it was some houses that didn’t get hit. I come out and I could do was fall on my knees and start crying until I just couldn’t cry no more. My mother hug me so tight and I said I love you so much and I told her I love her too. There were power lines down in the street so my mother sent me for help and as I’m walking in the street and I see this lady on the ground and then I run to her to see she was ok but it was too late she was already gone that’s when I knew she were dead. I didn’t know what to do so I found this blanket that I found in the street and I just cover her body. That was my first time seeing a dead body without it being in a casket. I couldn’t find nobody so I headed back home and told my mother what I did and she was in shock. But there was houses that didn’t get that’s when the neighbors came out and everybody was asking are you ok. I was so mad I didn’t want to say

We were all scared. My grandpa, dad and I running straight into the track. The only thought there was in my mind was, he isn 't okay. Making sure that he turns over and lays on his back as someone calls 911, I left to go get the cart from the trailer. As I left the track to get it, I start crying, fearing the worst. I run back the track and have my dad help me put the car on the trailer cart and pull it back to the trailer and run back to my uncle. As I got back to my uncle, he was talking some intolerable words. After a few minuets, I heard my name from him.

My brother, my mom, his friend, and I was going to a Vacation for the weekend, driving to San Diego. We've admire and took picture of the sun setting the ocean with the rippling flow and could hear the noise of the ocean fresh breezes, when we got the hotel we was all tired, but we had to get registered a room to go to sleep in. The next day my mom , my brother, and his friend went somewhere without me, selling puppy's to two people. When I waked up and notice that they was gone, I called my mom and said," Mom where are you guys, and long has it been since you guys left," she said, " three hours, and selling the puppy's right now, but it will take a while when come back, so get ready to go get something to eat, ok," ok," I said. when I was

My heart felt as if it was ready to jump out of my chest and go shoot itself.  How will I ever get over the death of my parents they were my everything. To walk in to find their cold rotting bodies, was not something I've ever imagined happening.   As I walked into

“If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?”- Kendrick Lamar. The quote relates to my life because it recited by my favorite artist and it provides me hope for what is to come. I interpret the quote to mean: something as beautiful as a flower can grow from hardship or from the lack of support . This year, I felt exactly this, a strife academically and emotionally, but I was still able to overcome and succeed this year. From August to now there was a lack of motivation in my studies, procrastination, building improved friendships, self-realization, and a resurgence in my confidence. Some highlights included joining the school’s aquatic program, going to the beach with my closest friends, and being more

Darkness. Nothing surrounded Pyrrha Nikos as she slowly regained consciousness. Her mind was a blur and she had no idea where she was. As she stood up, she took in her blank surroundings. Pyrrha had no idea where she was or what was going on.

Despite the extraordinary beauty, my Rose Berry scented lotion from Victoria Secret seemed to be attracting every blood sucking mosquito. Those hairy, filthy vampires. Although the lotion did smell wonderful earlier that morning. I rushed up the hill swinging at the mosquitoes like i’m playing baseball. Soon after, I realized this was War!

He’s really dead, isn’t he? I thought to myself. I could already feel the tears forming in my eyes, and my sight started becoming very blurry. I slowly walked downstairs to tell my mom, and I could tell that she was also sad about it. Though, it seemed as if both her and my dad had already thought something like this might happen, even if they didn’t say anything about it.

Roses. That's all that I have. I woke up in roses, I live in roses, and I'll die in roses. They're all I've ever known. They'll all I ever will know. The scarlet hue that blots out everything else around me, drowning me in the ruby liquid. Bodies oozing the color, surrounded by the prickly roses on all sides. Faces, horror-struck, splattered with it like paint. My hands, dripping in it, as the roses bloom in the moonlight. A true masquerade of the deceased; a bloodshot rose.

It was a beautiful day in my four year old eyes. An enjoyable day of kindergarten was nearing its end, and the students were playing in the sunshine while they waited for their parents to come pick them up and take them home. The grass was fresh and green, and a light breeze tickled the earth. The seemingly towering playground stood in dappled shade, swarming with joyfully screaming children. Another bright thing: I had decided that I was in love. I had a crush on the meanest kid in the school, and, oblivious of his disgust, fawned over him every waking moment. Today, I had decided to take (another) blindingly obvious and, frankly, brave leap of faith and further proclaim my love. I picked a handful of little wildflowers growing around the