Creative Writing: Addicted To You

The drive home was difficult; his vision swam and his muscles felt stiff and achy. Too bright city lights glared at him, pierced his eyes. His head throbbed, beat, beat, beat, in rhythm with his racing heart. Nausea rocked in his stomach and every noise seemed amplified. Why were these damn people driving so slowly? He needed to get home; he was already late as it was, and his father wouldn't be pleased. Leaving the glowing city behind him, Aiden found slight relief in the peaceful country roads and sharp peppermint smelling pines that surrounded his home, if you could call it that.

The writing of the story is amazing. It handles delicate situations and themes with hilarity and in a way in which you can relate. Maybe not just with the main character but with those around her. I, for example, can relate to Melinda in the aspect of her absent parents, I only have to deal with one, and thats tough enough. I also don't have to deal with him being there but not being there at the same time. It would suck to have both of you parents that way, and to feel pushed aside all the

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

“Please I can’t afford to be in prison!” Elaine’s long blond hair flew in her face, as she was thrown behind bars. Elaine was thrown in prison for the wrong reason. Elaine sat against the rusty walls of the prison,with her stomach moaning with hunger.

I kept telling myself it would be okay. I couldn’t run any faster than I already was. I could hear the thumping in my chest, and thinking he could hear it, made a shiver run down my spine. My eyes darted around, searching for the dark silhouette of a trench coat. I heard a crunch in the leaves behind me. I scrambled around looking for a hide away, when my eyes landed on a hole in the ground, big enough to fit my body. I jumped in it and covered myself with wet leaves. I heard the faint noise of crunching leaves traveling further and further away from me.

When we got to Roberto's school they locked the car and left me in the car and told me to not move.As soon as I saw them walk in the doors I started to get really scared I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.I was thinking to myself "what is going to happen to mama and papa or even Torito and trampita."I need to get out of here".I was debating to myself "should I try to escape or should I just wait".Then at the corner of my eye I saw the men in green uniform walk closer and closer to the car I froze.

As Mitch was serving dinner, Chip smelled a very terrific smell. “What is that smell,” Chip asked.

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Benji Jeffers sat in silence. He plopped himself down on a rock, slumping into a lazy posture, and stared. Something about his demeanor was eerily calm, looking back on it. After all, we were, in fact, stranded.

The screech of the old automatic doors to the Countdown supermarket open before me. As I walk in I'm bombarded with smells of freshly baked breads,fresh fruit straight from the trees and preserved meat, ready to sell to the customers arriving in an hour. I walk through aisle 1 towards the employees room and grab my small metallic name tag. My small shaky hands fumble to put the tag on my old faded Countdown shirt. As I turn around to walk back towards my checkout, I notice other employees shouting and laughing at each other as if they were lions fighting over their prey. My gleaming gold hair cascades down my shoulders as I release the hair tie and continue towards the shiny metal checkout. As I reach the checkout I see my reflection in the window. My dark brown eyes remind me of wood. Boring and dead. The opening bell pierces my ear drums like an arrow pierces the dummy.And I watch as the old dull automatic doors open and close, and the customers walk in.

Okay, to get questions out of the way, this is more of something I'm doing to relieve myself of something that's been weighing myself down for a very long time. But, be that as it may, I'm interested in seeing who else realizes this as well, so that is why I am leaving this on public. Okay, to start with, the title. "Broken World". I chose that for the title to show potential readers what it is that I am currently trying to tell people what I see when I look at the world. I see it as broken. Some people do not, and I understand how that is possible. But, what the point I am trying to get across is to at least show or introduce some people to the issues that stand in our world at the current time that are ruining it and making it harder for

I inhaled and felt the warm smoke fill my lungs. I held it for a moment and exhaled, watching the smoke float off into the air above me. I passed the joint down to the next person in the circle. Then, someone put a bag of white powder on the coffee table. Drugs have been picking up popularity over the decade, and with it being 1969, I should really join the party.

Low under the busy city at night, on a deserted train was Valeria sitting alone in the silence. She looks out the window, in the dark distance and notices a man stealing a shiny diamond ring from an old woman’s pocket. Valeria looks up and watches the man hop on the train. The man looked shady, wearing dark clothes and had a tattoo sleeve but had the brightest blue eyes. Valeria watched him, sliding the ring on his right index finger. In the empty train the man walks over to the spare seat next to her “anyone sitting there?” with fear Valeria replies “No, there’s nobody sitting there”. The words ‘Benton’ flashing in red indicating that’s the next stop, Valeria immediately hops off the train. She turns her head looking back at him but he was

There it was, I was taking a little rest. With me being the membrane I shouldn't really rest, I mean, Iḿ basically the security around here. All day, everyday, letting organelles out, and others in. Tomorrow is the day that I need to write my report for Mr. Nucleus, last time I didn't and I got scolded for it.

“Get on the line,” coach says. One mistake, just one mistake and you go to the line. The words go through one ear out the other but then reverse and rattle in my brain. We sprint to it not daring to walk. The yellow line in front of my toes glared at me. My legs clenched together like a clap of a hand. Blood in my brain pumping furiously like a dam falling and all the water just explodes out. My mind racing faster and faster. Waiting for coach’s call “32 seconds” “Go!” and we are off leaving nothing behind us but dust, and a blur.