Creative Writing: After Lunch, Howie And Cornwall

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.

But the trainer stopped him and said,” Sorry buddy you are in Miniature class, They are in Towering Class.” Learn your commands and maybe just maybe.” Cromwell did everything to get inside, he jumped in a rolling trashcan, it stopped, Howie looked up and there they were. TeaCup Caley,The Massive Dog Becca,Mid-Class Kennedi, and a new dog named Melvin.

Bailey knew that teasing Calahan the way that she was would send him over the edge. Teasing was something that Bailey was a master at including when it came to making him want her. After all the fights and all the tension between them everything felt like it was back to the way it had been. Bailey had missed days likes this where they would both just tease each other and then fuck for hours. Pressing her lips to his she bit down on his lip harder than before tugging. “I'd disagree, but then that would be a lie. I've been bad. What are you going to do about it?” Bailey spoke linking her hand together with his as he did the same. Parting her lips she felt him press his cock against her rubbing her clit and up and down her pussy as she whimpered. Her body ached even more for him to be inside of her, for him to make her scream his name like he had done hours earlier.

A hand crashed through the glass on the side of Caesar's body. The thing was reaching for her. She aimed the gun at the thing and squeezed the trigger. The thing didn't flinch, but grabbed her wrist and took a deep bite. She squeezed the trigger several more times and all the bullets hit the thing. It collapsed to the ground. Eva's heart exploded exploded in her chest. She kicked the door open and looked at the thing on the ground. Was it the Jersey Devil everybody in these parts are talking about. No, the Jersey Devil wasn't real or was it? No, it was just a strange tale that parent's tole their kids to make them stay out of the woods.She gulped in air and kneel down beside the creature. This was no Jersey Devil.

I never knew the Smokies were so close to my grandparent’s retirement village. Every summer all the cousins jammed into Grandpa’s Ford for our jaunt up the mountains. But back then the hills had no name. They were recognized only by the pop of our ears and the pink silk trees bowing down to the highway. Since those days I have grown partial to any patch of grass with “National Park” tacked to its title. Today the mimosas still tossed their petals to traffic, and the truck remembered its ever-present perfume of damp golden retriever. But today we were going to The Great Smoky Mountains National Park. “Cade’s Cove, next left,” the road sign read, and two bikes bumped along on the car hitch.

Four friends were going to hang out at Kings Island during Halloween Haunt. Their names are Jane Rogers, April O’Neil, Steve Rogers, and Donatello Hamato.

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.

Jake opened his pocket watch, tipping the crystal face toward the low flames of the campfire. Another hour before daylight and he’d pick up Duvall’s trail. The muscles in his jaw clenched, hate pulling at every part of him. He’d kill Duvall, and he’d do it with Texas’ silent blessing. No judge had pronounced a sentence, but Jake saw the outlaw pull the trigger—watched Harrison die.

Mikey crawled out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping boyfriend. He walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. He about burnt the toast, and they had run out of eggs. So, Mikey had to go to the store.

Mikey crawled out of bed, careful not to wake his sleeping boyfriend. He walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. He about burnt the toast, and they had run out of eggs. So, Mikey had to go to the store.

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!  The slimy, pink puke squirted all over the house and started flooding the house. It was still squirting and it never stopped!

As dawn breaks through and the sun begins to rise all four men are still hard at work trying to keep the dinghy afloat and in steer still with doubt in their minds as they rowed deeper into the sea. Time passes and the cook tries to ease the situation by being optimistic “Bully good thing it’s an on-shore wind.” he says and then following with “If not, where would we be? Wouldn’t have a show.” the oiler and correspondent both agreeing and the captain snickering at the remark and replying “Do you think we've got much of show now, boys?” Retorting that it was childish of them to show optimism at this time “but they all doubtless possessed this sense of the situation in their minds” and fell silent. The captain could see the little bit of the

During the middle of one of their games', Coach Smith asked Kevin, did he still want to play? Kevin excitedly said yes, but he told Coach Smith that there was something he needed, in order for him to play. "Sure Kevin", Coach Smith responded with curiosity.

His dad shrugged. "You're not making' a good case here, Kev." This will be great for our family and the future, said Kevin" Well in that case then give me five reasons why I should pay, and if it's good I’ll think about it, said Howie" One reason is that it will get our family happy by seeing Cromwell train and become a better dog, like what does Cromwell do at home like all he does is eat, sleep, and poop. Said Kevin" Howie had a smirk on his face as if he almost agreed to what Kevin is saying, maybe not.