Creative Writing: A Trip To Brog

By:Kennedi From The Fast and The Furriest “Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

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.

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

Drenched and frozen, only the warmth from their mothers’ kept the young creatures sustained. The trees’ limbs hung low from the weight of the swampy atmosphere; causing the joyous ambience of the forest to restrain her passion.

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

Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed

Nirvana Vana looked out the window incredulously. It was an odd experience, one of complete and utter blackness. There were, however, spots of light that she didn’t immediately realize were stars. It felt wrong; they didn’t twinkle. She felt a sense of security but also a little shaky discerning that. She’d always been skeptical about anything theological, but now that she’d seen more of the world than she’d ever seen before, she almost believed in an omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent god. She was all but paralyzed with awe.

Broolklyns Point of View. “What the hell do you mean he moved away 4 months ago?” I yelled at my mother and she shushed me. “Babe, it’s important to keep calm at this time during the pregnancy.” She said as she took me back inside. I didn’t care but I did care at the same time. This was my only child, it was a miracle I had even kept this child and not had a miscarriage. This baby kept me alive, and in return i kept her alive.

Walking into Creg’s house is like trudging into an over cluttered garage before spring cleaning. When first stepping through the doorway one can’t help but to gawk at the six inch deep blanket of paper and wrappers covering the floor. Long pants and close-toed shoes are a necessity when visiting Creg, because the paper scratches at ankles and feet as they sink into the viscous litter. Musty smells of unwashed laundry and old boxes burns the visitor’s nostrils. Each step taken is followed by a revolting crunch. If unfortunate enough to inhale through their mouth, an overwhelming taste of dust will choke the visitor. Creg is used to it though, he comes home everyday bounds through the mess, into his living room.

Johnny, Pamela, and the McAllister brothers came through the roof door a moment later. “You guys too, huh?” Johnny griped as he cupped his hands to light a cigarette.

*** “Olive, there’s been an incident.” Maryzallia walked over and put her hand on Olive’s arm.

Le Tour de Froome Celia's smile, slaphappy and serendipitous way of life has always intrigued me. Likewise, Sarah's perpetually composed expression, amazing strength and treasured friendship is constantly captivating, especially whenever I drift off into Neverland. Can I tell you? Sarah is a lovely human being, downright lovely. Matthieu, on the

You're by the restroom door, waiting for your sister to come out to accept the offer or not. "You look horrible sis, seriously you should take the offer."

Getting into his four wheel drive has become harder as the years have past by, but seeking time away from the trouble and strife......the wife was even harder. Vietnam, knee reconstructions and diabetes has not accumulated to the struggle of finding time for the open road and the wind in his face.

Julie’s dreams never worked out. She had dreams of going to college, but that fell through. No money. Was it her fault that the economy took a nose dive and no one wanted to give her a scholarship? Julie was going to graduate in the top half of her class. But, then she’d missed one final exam. Did she ask to get the flu or to forget the date of the makeup exam? Work for living, meet the right people, and take advantage of your opportunities. How she hated the advice she got from her parents. Well, this was where Julie drew the line. This was where she would set herself apart from the crowd. No more Loser for Julie. She was going to be the best Executive Assistant in the world. And, she was going to start today.