Creative Writing: My American Dream

“…and when she looked up, I was overcome with panic that she’d see me and call out my name…and my secret would be out” (3).

prison. I struggled no more, but the agony of my soul found vent in one loud,

It was still about five hours until our flight and Alfred looked starved after going without food for an hour. We found a parking spot to abandon his car in until we came back from the trip. The bus to the terminal took a while, but it did not justify waking up so early for the 11 o’ clock flight. It wasn’t until we got inside that I found out just how much the airport has changed. We checked in our luggage and printed out our tickets at this machine that scanned our passports. We went up an escalator to find our gate, but before we could get to it there was this huge line we had to go through.

At 8:30 pm, George W. Bush addressed the nation, calling these attacks “evil, despicable acts of terror.” He then stated, “The pictures

“I knew it was a terrorist attack after the second building was struck and the news confirmed it was a terrorist attack not just an accident.”

“There was a hiss as her tongue lolled out. It was pasty and white, covered in film and

My finger pressed the trigger, but the gun was ripped from my hand. The Scout was still in front of me, once again he was laughing. A Sniper was around, he was watching me, no wonder the Scout didn’t seem to care. I was blinded by my rage, now I was a dead

After saying goodnight to Simon and Magnus, Clary quickly shut the door to the library. The hallway was silent and still as the ocean tide, she had heard Lilian call for her just as her best friends in the world told her their goodbyes for the night. Magnus had conjured up a portal which would take him and Simon back to the village where they lived. Simon lived in a simple but modest house, on the outskirts of town, on a farm with his Mother and older sister. Magnus however, resided in a small, comfortable loft just above the local clothing store.

Laurel nodded her head when she heard that Zinda would be willing to aid her in her efforts of keeping the city running smoothly. “With that attitude I think Ryder will love you.” She stated with a small laugh, her head shook from side to side. “Even before the outbreak I always had a hard time sleeping.” She reached her right hand up and placed it against the back of her neck, rubbing at it. “So it really doesn’t bother me all that much.” She nodded her head. She knew what Zinda said was true, that she should try and sleep more but that seemed easier said than done. She really tried to sleep at night sleep just seemed to elude her, it was never there when she really need it. Like the night they got back from the Farmhouse, all she wanted to do was fall asleep and forget the whole events that had taken place there. Sadly that didn’t happen, she stayed up all night thinking about how she could have done thing differently, that she should have stayed with Kate.

Shainna Ali sits at her desk in her office preparing for the day and all of the appointments it will bring. Photos of family and friends are positioned on the desk around her. All of her hard work has led her to the moment she has spent years preparing for: graduating in May with her doctorate.

The police officer turned to me and took a step towards me. He raised his baton and I thought about my kids and wife. This might be the last moment I have with them. I looked at the police officer one last time. Blood was running down my face and onto the ground.

I have learned a lot more than I would have imagined from the video of 9/11 and before. Perhaps the biggest thing that I learned was that there was an attack on the twin towers In 1993 by ramzi yousef that blew a hole through the towers but did not bring them down so it only killed six but it injured thousands. Another thing that was new to me was that we got a letter saying that the next time there was an attack it would be more precise and deadly, but we did virtually nothing about it. Also one of the proposed hijackers was denied his passport because he was looked at as a potential terrorist but none of the others were questioned while they were getting onto the plane. Another thing that I found interesting

The silence that followed was deafening. His deep brown eyes trailed from her slightly parted rosy lips down to her neck and rested on the half-hidden words permanently written below her right collarbone. He'd seen it enough times he could trace those letters blindfolded. She watched him watching her and took a deep breath in a pathetic attempt to suppress the desire that mirrored his own.

It was May 25, 2018 at 7:47 in a steaming hot gymnasium when the name Anthony Joseph Sansalone was getting called from the loud speaker, the sixth to last person to receive their diploma I begun shaking the hands of all the board members and everything that I had known from the last 13 years at the same school was over and a new chapter of my life was stating to begin. A few seconds after receiving my diploma the Class President guided us to changing of our tassels from right to left then commencement was over and I was walking out with my future roommate at BGSU, Vincent Zhang, we looked at each other knowing that our high school career was descending and our college careers were lifting off together. High school was tuff for me due to the fact that I have know what I wanted to do since I was a freshman, I want to become an animator and work for an Academy Award winning company such as

It was unforgiving. Nothing I had previously experienced equaled the physical and mental torture I endured. I pleaded with my parents for asylum, but they knew this was my greatest trial yet and refused. I felt utterly alone.