Creative Story: Our Journey To Earth Essay

Ever since a young age, my creative journey has been continuously evolving. It all started when I began to constantly draw the cartoons that I was watching on television. It was not until I was ten years old where my artistic skills developed and I progressed to drawing realistic people and structures. Through this, I have been able to take simple ideas and make some amazing discoveries. From the various abstract buildings to the complex skyscrapers that I have drawn, I know that my creativity can lead to numerous concepts that are outside of the box. Coming from a family where my artistic desires are accepted, I found myself being able to try out multiple mediums such as painting, sculpting and designing, all through my Grandfather. That being

The ad itself appears to be in a military instructional setting. The viewer’s eye is immediately drawn to the central focus of the document; a strong, physically fit African American woman in a combat stance, facilitating the techniques of martial arts.

This year my youth group went on another mission trip. We went to Copperhill Tennessee the same place we went last year. Everyone expected everything to be the same as last year but everything was different this time. There were very many problems this time.

We went to this place where there was a horrible storm. I don’t remember what place it was and what storm that they had, but there village was destroyed. But when I got there I started to get cry, because I saw all of there houses and everything destroyed. What we wanted to did was to help them. We tried to help them find there families. Whenever I saw a kid or someone find one of their family member, I start to cry. When I see one of the kids, adults, teen don’t find their family's, I hug them as long as they want me to; till they stop crying then I would stop crying. But sometimes they don't stop crying then I wont stop crying. But either way I would always have that feeling in my

Tyler was tired. He didn’t exactly remember why, and he didn’t want to try to, either because it would take too much energy. He could have been doing homework, or he could have been playing video games. He didn’t really care. He said goodnight to Jake, his dog. Surprisingly, he didn’t fall asleep instantaneously. It was like his body didn’t want him to sleep.

The woman is what is often referred to as a “blonde-bombshell”. She has long blonde hair, tan skin, and seems to embody the athletic model appearance. She is wearing black, six-inch stiletto-heels. Her dress is a red, halter top with white trim, and black belt, to resemble a Santa suit. Her dress stops at the very top of her thighs. At her feet is a brown box with a red ribbon. The woman is holding a green bow, one loop in each hand, which is attached to a shiny, blue paintball gun. The woman is smiling in a way that makes her seem docile at first but then inviting.

While most children were outside playing with toy robots and spaceships, I was the kid that was trying to build them. Although my childhood inventions never worked, my curiosity, my dreams and desire to learn continued to grow. I was irresistibly drawn to technology and wanted to understand how and why these devices worked. I was never satisfied with the simple answers that everyone gave me to my questions, so I discovered the answers for myself.

“Oh Dang! He said under his breath. The church is on fire! “Let's go see what the deal is.”

Stepping out onto her small porch Laurel placed her hands her hands at her hips, head turning from side to side, to gaze at the city. Everything looked so peaceful, it was hard to believe that sooner or later everything would change, war was on the horizon whether they like it or not. She muttered out a sigh as she reached her hand up to rub at her forehead. She blinked a few times when she caught sight of Cain. “Here goes nothing.” She mumbled to herself as she walked down the small steps. She met Cain at the gates, a slight smile played at her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep everything in check. I won’t allow anyone to blow anything up.” She stated with a slight nod of her head. Her right hand fell to rest atop her gun, “Make sure you don’t kill anyone else Cain. If we want to win this war we are going to need the numbers.” She muttered out in a soft voice, a hint of announce could be heard.

“Run! Trav there gaining on us!” screamed Aaron. The tall, 17 year old boy, with dark brown hair was what seemed like miles in front of Travis, his younger brother, even carrying all the supplies for 3 people. Travis, looking back every couple of seconds, weakly yelled “Wait Arron to the right that should take u- us back!” Arron took a sharp right into an alley way. He tackled the few biters that were in the way to clear a path so his brother could get through safely. “Righ- no go left! Your left!” After following his brother’s directions they made it back to the main road where there dad was waiting, screaming, with the window down for them to hurry. Arron threw the large duffel bags into the back of his dads old, 2 door, 2000 Dodge Dakota with the dented hood. Travis bolted around the truck to the opened door on the other side and leaped to safety while, Arron hopped in the back and tapped the top of the truck 3 times signaling to his dad it was okay to go. Immediately after they speed away down the highway littered with crashed cars, corpses, abandoned suitcases, and much more. Aaron let out a deep breath and sat with his arm perched on the side of the truck as he watched as the horde of zombies faded away. He slid around the cooler and pulled out a Gatorade, wiping away the water that dripped from the bottle, with the bottom of his ACDC shirt. He slid open the back glass of the truck and handed it to Travis. His dad glared at Arron then told his

As Loki left Thor alone on the rooftop the blond god sighed in disappointment as he nodded his head negatively, it was a rather slim chance of Loki doing the right thing … at least this once, and now he regretted taking it.

"Where the fuck are we going, the border's West." The hulking six-foot three, heavily tattooed Latino removed a ham-size first from the steering wheel and glared at the man in the passenger seat.

For the field trip we went to the Larimer County Sheriff's Office and the Miramont gym. At the Sheriff's Office we learned about the K-9 unit, collecting evidence, and the SWAT team. When we learned about the K-9 unit we watched a presentation about the dogs, their owners, and the training required. We then went outside and watched the dogs attack. It was really interesting seeing the dog grip the guy’s body and not letting go until he was told. We then went down to the lab and learned about collecting evidence. We first learned what products they use to store their data and where they put all the evidence. Then, we went into the lab, and learned about the photography aspect of collecting evidence. We then learned how to collect evidence from

Like it was yesterday I remember my first vacation on a cruise. My Dad and I went on a three- day long cruise to The Bahamas. I had never been on a cruise, so it was a new experience for me. We needed to be in Tampa for our departure, so we drove the two hours from Orlando, Florida to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. My Dad and I used this time to talk, make plans for the trip and think about our upcoming adventures on the cruise.

I waked up and I looked to my left to see my parents were watching the sunrise on