Creative Writing: A 1324 Colorado St Apartment

But I only give ya ten minutes. Anymore and I calls the cops. Take the first turnstile, on your right” He pointed to the turnstiles that lead up into the platforms.

Jump!!! My dog jumps on my bed looking at me. I could tell he was going to bark closing my ears from the loud screechy bark. And then he jumps off my bed only to play with his rope. I sit up staring at my phone that was bright I look at my dog waiting for me to get up.

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.

It was my first day of college and I rushed through the campus of Colorado Mesa University to get to my first class. Even though I was in a hurry, I couldn’t help but notice how lush and green the grass was and how clean everything looked. I began to slow my pace as I found my attention captivated by the campus around me. The buildings looked new, the benches looked clean, the grass wasn’t brown and dry. Everything seemed so organized and well maintained, unlike my high school. After several minutes I made it to my first class and realized that slowing down to look around the campus made me even more late than I already was. I stood outside the door for a few minutes because I was so embarrassed to go in, fearing

What is the personal significance of your given name (first, middle, and last)? My given name is Kimberly Müller. The personal significance of my given name is very important to me because I want my name to always have something great behind it, that’s one of my goals. My surname came from Germany, I sometimes wonder how a German surname came all the way to Haiti. My first name is the most perfect name for myself, so I just have to thank my parents for that, my mother’s name starts with the same letter as my name.

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.

“Breaking news-,” the telecaster’s voice echoed throughout my Upper East Side bungalow, “-mental hospital reports a missing person's alert. The individual is a patient at Curtley Sanitarium in Winchester Bay, Oregon and has been labeled as extremely aggressive and dangerous. The patient is male with brown hair and hazel eyes and is about 6’2”, 190 lbs. He was last seen on October 24 and wearing light green hospital gown. If you see an individual matching this description, we urge you to contact (541) 853-5829 and to avoid contact with him at all costs.” I stopped folding my laundry and padded across my floor into the kitchen to take a look at the missing person, however there was no photo shown on the screen. I was eerily intrigued about the

“New Mexico?” I asked my Mom who had streaming red hair, a wide gleaming smile, and icy blue eyes.

It was a blazing, sunny day in Lake Havasu City, Arizona reading a temperature of 120 degrees Fahrenheit out on the back patio. The hot air felt like the inside of an oven against a human being’s skin. As a Lake Havasu City native, little seven- year- old Scarlett Suzanne had no trouble at all swimming in the pool at such extremely sizzling temperatures. She would play for hours on end pretending she was Ariel from “The Little Mermaid” until her mother would have to drag her inside for supper. Although Scarlett was practically a fish in the water, she was not allowed to go outside unless her mother was home or was watching her.

One day, I walked upstairs to my warm third grade class at John Stewart Elementary school. As I started my morning work, which usually included math, that was on my desk, my teacher, Mrs.Biddle announced, "Today we are going to pick table names!"

One day, I was drawing something when my older sister comes up to me and tells me that she’s going to a place called “La La Land” (more than a decade before the movie, btw). I was too absorbed in my drawing to really care and shrugged it off. She wanders off and I don’t see her for some time.

Logan airport is the last place I wanted to get stuck at. Its too close to home, to him.

Since your lease already started from 7/19, you can move your stuffs of course. Please let your CC know when you need it so he can pick it up for you before the weekend. The dimensions we do not have for each room rather than the whole unit's sqft. You are more than welcome to measure it when you move your stuffs.

When we were in johnny's room at the hospital his mother was outside of his window yelling through the glass at us. Tell Johnny that he was a mistake and how they are moving away without him. Johnny just ignored her. Dally got mad and ran outside and started yelling at her. He said “Why don't you just leave, nobody wants you here, go hang yourself with toilet paper, leave!” That all we heard before the police had came. They asked Johnny's mom to leave the hospital. Dally came back into the room frustrated he started hitting the wall. The nurse came in the room and asked us to leave because Johnny need to sleep. She was just trying to get us out the hospital because we are greasers. You would think by now people read the paper

I know that you are in need of a 3rd roommate,I received a phone call from someone who would like to move into a Townhome, and share the rent with 2 others, however, she does not know anyone....so, I thought I would send you her contact info.I will leave it to your discretion to contact her,by no means are you obligated.