Bunkhouse Creative Writing

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

The stagecoach arrived at the Farlow depot in less than an hour. While the passengers climbed from the stage, curious bystanders meandered outside glimpsing at the dead men.

A tall robust boy with dark hair and yellow eyes entered Ellingburg middle school school at exactly 7:55 on september the 18th, it was the second day of school. His big build is easy to locate in the rush of teens. There is a tap on his elbow he looks sideways, at a medium sized boy, something changes in his eyes. Jack is short compared to Sebastian. Jack is a skinny boy with long legs, his dark hair hanging loosely over his dark brown eyes. A loud bell rang and Jack grabbed Sebastian's arm. Sebastian froze for a second and then ran. Sebastian knows Jack just thinks of him as a friend, but it is different for him, he does not know if Jack knows.

After that was finished, I was sent with a group of prisoners away from the others. I asked a soldier where we were going, and he told me that if I asked him again, my head would no longer be resting on my shoulders. We were marched for around an hour to a group of tents away from the main camp. They told us that this was where we were staying, which was odd. Everyone else was in cabins, while we were given tents. We thought maybe they ran out of room, but then we noticed some of the cabins looking empty and lifeless, while we could clearly see our other comrades inside warm cabins. We soon realized that everyone in the tents was jewish, and found out that the germans were putting us here because we were

It was another restless night. I gazed out my window watching, as the flames enlarged, casting shadows over the camp. The crematorium smoke was like a snake lingering and slithering over our fates. I watched through another window, as it swallowed every inch of the room and crept up the rusty long, old pipes, only to dance with the fresh breath of air in the outside world- the same world the I have never seen in awhile. The camp was still silent. I felt my eyes slowly getting heavy just as the sun was about to rise. Suddenly, a loud siren pierced through the quietness. I heard the German officers bang on the beds yelling “Wecke dich dreckiger hund auf!” The room gradually filled with life as the prisoners shuffled their feet and formed their

“Chloe move it, you take up the space for both of our lockers.” Annie said pushing Chloe out of the way.

He turns around to get a look of the area he had inadvertently placed himself in and is met with the sickening sight of a prison. As far back as he can see and stretching just as high there are cells brimming with prisoners. The ones he can see are blooded, bruised, and obviously emaciated. Many look like they had to have been here since before all of this began, look as if

Simon woke to a screeching in his ears. It was all he had been able to hear for the past week. His head ached as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. He yawned, eyed his now useless alarm clock, and realized he had over-slept. Rushing to get dressed, he read the notes his mother had left for him--reminding him to eat breakfast and empty out the dishwasher--before grabbing a poptart and running to school. As he ran, he noticed he was getting a call from Diana. He rejected it and continued his path to Greenburrow High School.

Timmy’s stomach was aching from the food he just scarfed down from his annual Thanksgiving dinner at his Grandma Gill’s mansion in Springfield, Illinois. He was trudging over to the closest couch for a time to give his body a rest from the scrumptious food. All he could think about was getting away from his hideous family to go play video games in his room.

It was a typical day in the Tatafu household, with my sister and I participating in a match of our amateur version of basketball, my mother passionately gardening and the rest of the house basically lounging around. I remember distinctly that the day was the 2nd of February, also known as the aggravating first day of school. For odd some reason, I had sensed an unsettling feeling that blended in with our borderline ‘couldn’t-be-bothered’ behavior as we foregathered in for dinner. The silence that usually accompanied our dinners had transitioned into a newfound awkward hush, and I knew immediately that something just wasn’t right. I had heard the gossip slipping through the occasional conversations within the disorderly family meetings, however I just assumed they were rumours. They had to be. “She lost the baby.” I introduce to you, ladies and gentlemen, the day my world disintegrated.

I am officially a prisoner of war. I never thought that i'd call myself that, but that is what i have become. I remember every second of it, the plane going down, alarms going off, until we hit the ground. I woke up and was being dragged by german official soldiers. They took me to the prison doctor and patched me up and then just threw me into the cold and wet prison cell. It is winter here in germany, and all i have is the four stone cold walls surrounding me. I sat and waited, waited for help, waited for anything or anyone. The soliders entered my cell and ripped my off the floor, just to put me in another room. They where interogating me. The soliders wanted anwers. I felt more and more weak every day, transported from each german camp

Here I am. In a small town in the middle of Colorado at my new school. It’s my first day and I’m already sweating. I guess it makes sense, since I’m an elemental. The bell rings and I rush inside. Even though there are so many people I feel alone and excluded.

After meticulously setting up our tent to perfection, we had time to reflect on how quickly our grimaces had just turned to grins. Right there and then we agreed, as a group, to help anyone we found that needed it in this place. No matter what the situation was. This was a pretty good first-impression to say the least. Now that we were settled, it was time to start our exploration! On the first day, the actual Forest Venue does not open until 4:00pm, giving us time to check out as much of the vast campsite as we could beforehand. We observed the layout, and how each row of tents was identified by a street name. Who were these tents made up of? Would these strangers get along? Were they anything like me? It was a little intimidating to think

AS THE TEMPERATURE continued to drop outside, it only got hotter inside the cabin as steam rose in the cramped bathroom and fogged up the cracked mirror that hung askew above the sink. The window was misted up both inside and out, the rain freezing on the pane until the falling droplets turned to a heavy slurry that would soon become hail. The fog had begun to lift but it left its roots behind, the echo of a dream hovering in the forest.

It was a long, foggy day in the middle of April in 5th grade. After five classes we went out to recess. The whole 5th grade would come out to the grounds of the Blackberry Creek Elementary School. The Playground yard had a row of eight swings on the right side. With a field of grass in the middle of the grounds. There were big playground sets with a squiggly and a straight slide. Underneath the squiggly slide there was an array of small, brown, wood chips everywhere. That was where a group of people were chatting in a circle, So I came over there and asked,