Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative

Free Entertainment No college athlete has ever been paid by the NCAA. This does include all sports, not just football. College football players should be paid by the NCAA, just how the NFl pays their players. They are doing the same thing, in front of the same amount of people, for no pay at all.

Even at this day and age, African Americans aren’t taking pride in the fact that we have the right to vote now. For example, racial minorities, especially black Americans, played a pivotal role in Barack Obama’s 2008 and 2012 presidential wins. Skip forward to this year’s election of Clinton and Trump. The Census Bureau confirmed what most of us already knew, that both minority and black voter turnout took a decided downturn in last November’s elections. We did not always have a choice or even a say so in most matters, if any. Now we have a voice in the say in how things were governed and now that we do, I would hope to see all African Americans jumping at the chance to be a part of the decision making.

Luke put his hand on Mikes shoulder. “Mike I know you don’t believe that bull you’re saying right now.” Toni pleaded with Mike, “You have us so walk away from her.”

Izzi looked around her. Everywhere were colors. The trees with their dark bark and ever changing leaves. The blue of water flowing in a nearby river. The pinks, purples, and oranges of the flowers beneath her feet. She looked down at her feet. And she saw nothing. The wind was all she was. She didn't stand out in the world filled with beauty, all she did was blend in, drifting in the breeze. It made her want to cry. Izzi longed for color. She longed to belong in this world. She wanted it more than anything. She sat in the grass for hours and braided flowers into her colorless hair made of wind. They wouldn't stay in long but she didn't mind, as long as she could have the colors for a moment. Eventually the sun began to set and she headed home.

The pause in her momentum must have signaled Ken that he needed to explain further. “On my desk ... I put it to her on my desk!”

"That's on the third floor," The receptionist nodded politely, "The doctor will be running tests shortly."

Harry's eyes go wide for a split second. He starts laughing, "You've got to be kidding me." I stare at him, "Are you being serious?"

"Why did you not heal yourself?" he asked, knowing full well that one of the perks for being a witch of the west was that water could heal almost any of her ailments. He was displeased to see that her translucent skin magnified the dark circles under her eyes.

I checked my phone, 3:26 am. Phil had stopped crying, but he still leaned with his head against my chest and my arms around him "Phil?" I asked, "can you please tell me what's wrong? I want to help you, but I can't do anything if I don't know what's wrong," he'd been avoiding the question all night, but he seemed to have calmed down and I thought now might be a good time to bring in up. He looked up at me with his green, blue eyes still wet from the tears "I thought me and Dan had something special" he said with no emotion is in his voice "I always thought we were more than friends but I guess I was wrong," he wiped the tears from his face and stood up.

Flashes of memory rapidly traveled though Allie’s mind; those captivating eyes and that beautiful, alluring smile; suddenly, she was transported back to that past December day, standing there on Meeting Street. Swiftly, Thomas was upon her; his lips on hers were hot with need as he took her mouth with his. Quick intakes of breath and grunts of disapproval reached Allie’s ears from somewhere in the room. To kiss this way in public, was very inappropriate, but she did not care; she returned Thomas’s kiss with a fervor that matched his.

After roaming around for hours trying to find the treasure, Vivian finally led the group into the bat infested cave.

“Well, hello to you too. Also, in response to your question, I sent my friend’s son to go greet you since he lives near your dad anyway. He lived in America for

We cannot talk about the significance of Mexico to the U.S. if we fail to talk about the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA). This agreement essentially enables Canada, the U.S., and Mexico to import and export goods among each other without any taxes. The current U.S. administration is threatening to leave the agreement because they believe it has costed many manufacturing jobs. However, multiple studies have shown that the agreement had little to no effect on the loss of jobs. “A 2014 report from the Peterson Institute for International Economics said that at most 5 percent of dislocated US workers could be traced to imports from Mexico. It said over four million Americans lose their jobs each year by plant shutdowns and mass

As if he could sense my probing gaze, he whirls around to face to me.

He smiled back and took her hand, leading her to the dance floor where a large amount of people were dancing