Creative Writing: A Letter To The Town Of Chester

I don’t know when the consultant will visit again, and we need more supplies for the office.

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

I am ecstatic to know that you are alive and well. It feels like it has been an eternity since you were born 23 years ago in our very own home in England. I still remember the day that I had to leave you, tears swelling up in my eyes, I left when you were only at the age of 8! It killed me to leave you, knowing I would probably never see you or your mother's face ever again. But here we are, communicating by letter from distant colonies in the new world. At least I can sigh of relief knowing that you are in the same country as me. Maybe someday we will be able to see each other. Until then, I do know that you and I have plenty of work to do developing our isolated distant colonies. To this day I still dream of you, me and your own mother meeting

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.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

Tonight is our last night in Valley Forge. General Washington says we’re moving out sometime tomorrow. The British had left Philadelphia and there are plans for us to zone in. After being stationed here for six months, I can’t say that I’ll miss it. If the British army had seen us during the first few winter months, they would have assumed that their work was all but done. They would only have to wait until all fourteen-hundred of us all died off or packed up and went home. The winter in Valley Forge was tough; there was a limited amount supplies and illness was common, but General Washington kept us together and Baron von Steuben helped turn us into an army to look out for.

I play football here at ULM and we have been in our fall camp for the last 23 days. It is a mental, physical, and emotional strain and tensions are running high. One day early on in camp we were out in the blistering heat practicing. We were almost finished when we called a screen pass and I was going to be the main blocker for the play and if I messed up it wouldn't work. Then as soon as the ball was snapped I stepped with the wrong foot first. This slowed me down and the defender was able to clobber our receiver behind the line of scrimmage. My position coach, Coach Clark, immediately ran over yelling, "What are you doing? Where is the direction you can't lose your man on that play?" I knew what I had done wrong, "I can't let him get up the

We begin to live better than we did. I am glad of it. John is as fat as a hog. When I come home you will see things fly in Old Higganum. I live in hopes that I shall come again to see you again. You must take good care of yourself till I come home. I wish that I could see you today. I should [have] wrote as soon as I got your letter but I was away and I han't got time to half write this letter. I don't know as you can read this for I wrote this is a hurry. I think of you everyday and think of the good times that I had when I was to

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

I know it has been a long time since I´ve wrote to you. I have been quite busy, hence the time difference of the letters I write. But more importantly, I wrote to say that I miss you , Mary, and Mama very dearly, where the time apart has left me quite homesick. Otherwise, if you haven't already known, my squad and I are headed in to Sicily, Italy. I know! How exciting! I will have to see if I can visit our Aunt Sally up in Rome.

I have gotten up this early to write you a few lines -- I have not heard from you for a long time though I know you have written, but our course has been so erratic that letters have not been able to find us. We have gained a great advantage here -- we went into Md. leaving some 12000 of the enemy here in the Valley -- by going into Md. we cut them off from their communication, left a force to keep them cut off - then swept round by Frederick, Middletown & Williamsport and then swept them out of Martinsburg and gathered them all into Harper's Ferry & then came down here Saturday last and completed the [unclear: investment] of the peace -- having troops on all sides of it - - we put cannon on the Blue Ridge, drove them off the Md. Heights and turned the artillery there against them, so by Monday Morning we had everything in readiness & when we opened on them they found opposition of no use with raw troops such as they had and they surrendered

Civil War soldier letter (Albert) A Jones, Co A 19th Reg CV (Connecticut Volunteers), In Camp Near Alexandria, 4 pages in bold and easy to read pencil, we left Litchfield Station, got to Philadelphia and marched to Soldiers Relief and had breakfast and dinner in one meat and coffee, got to Baltimore, went to B (altimore) Sol (dier) Relioef and dhad supplier and slept in the Depot, marched to Washington and marched into a building that smelled worse than our ?Hag Jsen? ever did, were so hungry that we managed to swallow their greasy ditch water that they called coffee and some of their bread and meat.

When we got to Gettysburg this morning with all the men, a few of our scouts saw a bunch of Union cavalry, south of town, coming quickly. I bet we could have beat them right then and there, but Smith said to not initiate battle. We went back to Cashtown to face General A.P. Hill. Hill then sent his “best men” to go back and investigate. His “best men” included me, but none of my superiors. How embarrassing! We came back to let everyone know that there definitely would be a battle tomorrow. I am ecstatic that he chose me to go over my superiors. I’m assuming that there will be a battle tomorrow. More good news is that Smith is to weak to fight tomorrow! I will have the opportunity to lead my men to a victory at the battle of Gettysburg. I have to go consult with other generals about tomorrow’s plans. I’ll write you again tomorrow

Just last week good ol’ Thomas McClellan came over asking me how work was going. My connections with Congress gives him some hope I’d recon. As I told him about the talk going on his eyes swelled up with tears. “I have nothing!” he welled. Much of