Creative Writing: Addison's Baby

The meeting was starting. The leader, an older woman with green eyes who looked familiar somehow, stood at a little black podium in between the Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions posters, the neon AA triangle symbol glowing powder-blue, hopeful, behind her.

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.

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.

The Alien is barley seen but is extremely terrifying. It is a good practical effect in that way. Every room holds a potential threat of attack. The first time this occurs, the medical room is entered and we have a low-angle shot. The first thing that comes to mind would be that it's on the ground, as we saw in Forbidden planet with a high-angle shot from the monsters prospective. This threw me off until the eye-level shot with Ripley as the corps falls from the cords above. All of this, to keep your attention on if the danger is around every corner and dark space.

He stepped into the headlight of my car as a ground-shaking BOOM following a massive burst of light shook the earth.

“Mr. Josten, Mr. Josten!” yelled one of the eighth graders from my current math class in Crescent Middle School. I figured it would be another out of context question, as that was the norm for Andrew. Andrew had always seemed to be the one who tried his hardest, but could not focus on his schoolwork, or anything for that matter. I acknowledged his raised hand to hear, “what would happen if someone figured out how to pass things through time?” I figured since there was a small amount of time left in the class period, I could answer his question thoroughly since I majored in both math and science. “Well Andrew, if I had to guess I would say that someone would receive that object unexpectedly in a different time period. However, if someone creates

A tall robust boy with dark hair and yellow eyes entered Ellingburg middle school school at exactly 7:55 on september the 18th, it was the second day of school. His big build is easy to locate in the rush of teens. There is a tap on his elbow he looks sideways, at a medium sized boy, something changes in his eyes. Jack is short compared to Sebastian. Jack is a skinny boy with long legs, his dark hair hanging loosely over his dark brown eyes. A loud bell rang and Jack grabbed Sebastian's arm. Sebastian froze for a second and then ran. Sebastian knows Jack just thinks of him as a friend, but it is different for him, he does not know if Jack knows.

Eleanor doesn’t dodge the second punch. It hits her ear and she crumbles to the floor. The stench of blood takes over her senses and makes her head spin. A sharp kick to her ribs makes her scream. Eleanor isn’t used to physical beatings such as this --  emotional yes, but not physical. Bodily pain is something she doesn’t know how to deal with.

“Chloe move it, you take up the space for both of our lockers.” Annie said pushing Chloe out of the way.

I Kaylin Otis, made it through the winter at valley forge. It was a harsh winter, most of us had a feeling we weren’t going to survive. A lot of our men have passed away because it was a little ice age. We didn’t have many supplies to support all of us. George washington our general tried and tried to distract us from the misery, but nothing really seemed to work. I tried writing back to my family, but my hands were purple and hard to move. Constantly shivering. I have never been so cold in my entire life. I remember praying several times a day, hoping i would get through this, and i will make it home to my family safely. I was so sad at a time like this, but Marquis De Lafayette keeping everyone’s spirits high. He was one of the richest

Weren't there more superior tasks for a man of Roe's ability? What did he have to do to be given a task that didn't somehow demean him? Undoubtedly the answer laid in inciting a riot himself, but Roe did not have the means, or the people skills to do that.

Alpha Zero, or Zero as he simply called himself was filled with hatred, the experiments done on him and his kind filled him with rage. These scientists had no right to destroy his kind. Alpha Two, a female of his kind, had just succumbed to death after another round of torture was used to determine how much she could withstand. She had been born of the same batch of experiments as he was, basically in canine standards she was his litter mate.

It was a warm summer evening, Crate was laying down while John was working on his work project. Crate felt different, she felt ill. Her stomach hurt...a lot. “What’s wrong honey?” “I think, I think..” “You think what?” “I think my water just broke!”. He immediately shoved her into the car and drove her to the hospital. When they got there it was almost too late. She was in labor for hours. John had gotten so worried that he broke into her room and held her hand. “Why are you here?” Crate asked, “Did you hear what the doctor said?”. “No,” John said as he went towards her bed “What did he say?” Crate thought about if she should tell him the truth or not, it was too risky but, she had made her decision. “The baby~~~She’s not going to make it..”.

A young man stands in the streets of Baton Rouge, Louisiana with a message to be heard. His mouth spreads wide forcing his tapered fade to the back of his hairline. His entire face is tight with passion, displaying the protruding veins of his neck and widen nostrils of his large, round nose. A small diamond stud pierces his ears, as he pierces the ears of others. Adorned in distressed, acid washed denim held up with a black leather belt just below his waist, he spreads his arms past his chest. His tattooed forearms stretched apart as if he is crucifying himself. A bright red polo falls down the young man’s slim, scrawny body, as his collar slightly flips up. The hue of the shirt, and the bandana clutched within his fist, screams almost as loud