Creative Writing: Acceptance Of The Cat

Which was the reason why I hated Eros. I hated that I loved him. I hated that his one glance on me could lift up my mood instantly. For the last six years, ever since Mom and I moved to New York, I have been madly in love with the most unreachable guy in our school.

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.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

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.

"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.

“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.

Lionel Giverd was practicing his football one day on his team, and he suddenly landed on his arm he started to swear. He realized he would be in the cast for a while and he hoped he could make the team next year.

In January 1843 my fellow cop William Washington and I were just relaxing after and long and hard day on the job. All the sudden we get a suspicious call from a nearby home in Massachusetts. William and I grabbed our gear and went to investigate. When we arrived at the house, a lady answered the door and said that she heard a screech from her neighbor’s house. When we walked over to the neighbor’s house a young man answered the door and greeted us. When we told the young man that somebody reported a yell he said that it was his own from a nightmare he had. We ask him if we could search the his home and he hesitantly said yes. We searched all the floors of his home and William and I found nothing suspicious. We asked for the young man's name

Catt cried out as Dash shoved her to the side as he threw a fist at the charging assassin. The Egyptian swore in a foreign tongue as he dropped the ceremonial dagger in his hand. Dash wasted no time continuing his assault. He fell on top of his attacker and punched him several times.

Thanks for the note, I have been swamped today and just getting a change to respond. As usual, I will support you and your team any way that I can; it was just disheartening to hear at each location that I went to that you were telling people that I had put you and your team in a rat pee infested room. I would not put 'anyone' in that space in its current condition, much less an O6. The reason that is hurt so much, was I had put my other work aside and was out trying to arrange for it to be cleaned.

I definitely feel more of a hard man for taking Corporal Punishment on my back. As you have observed, it is an incredibly manly thing to do. I'm sure that the marks from my next belt-whipping will indeed be more prominent. As you say, the tan will have faded a bit, plus it will be coming a lot longer and harder. It will certainly be a lot more challenging to take, but I'm definitely up for it and I'll do my very best to take it like a real man. Getting my back striped will without doubt add to the thoughts that drive me when I'm having a

When a hard man pushes his boundaries, he creates a new 'high water mark' in his achievements. This then sets a new baseline, which he then strives to surpass. Thus, a man grows ever harder, more resolute, and more manly as a result.​ This is exactly how I see the benefits of proper Corporal Punishment Mark. As a lad, I always thought that every leathering and thrashing I took, not only made me harder, but also made me more of a man. This is undoubtedly what drove me to want it harder then, so that it would be even harder and more manly to take my medicine like a real man. This is what lies at the heart of my desire to push myself with both the Corporal Punishment I take and lay on. My experience is that it takes a tough, game, hard lad to take his medicine from me and every time he does, he gets harder and more manly for the experience when he takes his medicine properly. My thoughts now are the same as those you had when you were a lad, Andy. I see every visit to you as an opportunity to become a harder, tougher, more resolute, and better man. And just like you, the harder my punishments are, the greater my feeling of accomplishment when I take my medicine well, which then makes me feel harder and more manly.​ This is what I want to feel from our sessions, going forward Mark! I will do my very best

I am reassured by your comment that when you are being flogged properly, that you find yourself riding the endorphin wave by the fifth dozen. As long as I can get through to the start of the endorphin hit, I am confident that I can then take the entire dose like a man. Even with the aid of the endorphins, it is going to be really tough to get through it, but I'm determined to do so to prove that I'm a hard enough man to take it.​ Pride comes before a fall!​ LOL, that is the risk, Andy! Can my determination overpower the mounting agony as the flogging progresses?​ ​The high certainly sounds very alluring and yes, I would be the first to admit, that I really like an endorphin high, LOL.​ I think it's a bit more than 'really like' in

Sun shines through the cracked window, highlighting the swirling dust in the air. It bounces off the sparkling glasses and cutlery, setting the restaurant alight with sparkles. A slight breeze hits the shimmering chandelier, sending beautiful lights around the room. Despite this, the occupants are tense and quiet, except for a small cat, basking in the sunlight. Her ears flick back and forth despite the relaxed demeanour. Warm daylight shines through her soft, grey fur, making it look white. With her eyes happily closed, she emits an engine like sound, in sync with her breathing. The small purple ribbon around her neck is frayed, and a slight ringing comes from the attached bell as it swings.