Creative Writing: Aileana

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.

“Creative Writing” by Etgar Keret, shows the struggles of the couple grieving a miscarriage, though their stories that they wrote in creative writing class. Maya the wife write three different stories, the first one showing how a loss of an unborn child can make someone feel like they have died, or lost a part of themselves. The second is about how a women a may go through a period where she feels detached from her husband. The third is about the journey of accepting a miscarriage and ready try again. Aviad’s story is about continuously adapting to change and always remembering where you came from.

I ran, my feet bloodied and aching, my ankle unsteady and shrieking in pain. I ignored it, gasping

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

Turning off the TV, Andrew grabbed his keys and rushed to the garage, angry for not being more cautious. Driving down the street as fast as he could to get to the cleaners, he said, “I wonder if Margaret has her phone. I will call it,” he said, pushing the buttons, he waited, and said, “Oh, no; it went directly to voice mail. She must have turned it off, but why would she do that?”

There was a sense of impeding doom that turned my stomach. Although I couldn't bear to look at the mask I held outreach to you, my eyes were tempted to look to you. I side-swiped a glance at you before you took the mask. My eyebrow arched as you looked at me, visibly distraught. My eyes did a double take, and my gaze fell curiously back on you. I sensed a feeling of unease from you, and became immediately confused. “Your master never teach you Torture 101, Mr. Ren?” Although I was mocking you, there was a sense of concern in my voice, as I looked over to the Dug and then back at you. “You look like you've seen a ghos-” Holding out the mask in front of you, I watched you intently as your eyes fixated on the item. My eyes narrowed at that reaction, and suddenly, it made sense to me. Perhaps you had seen a ghost. Fully educated in the many various connections within the Force, I wondered if in this moment you had seen anything. If in this moment, his darkness had fallen on you. I pondered the horrors you had witnessed... and if any one of those horrors was my own. I wondered if it was pain you experienced, and even... if that pain was my own.

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On the way back to the main island, we were riding in the boat when all of a sudden we saw

had died. They slept in a tree that night. The day after they found a horse and rode

Today after dinner Nyasha and I had decided to go on a walk since the weather was really nice. I ended up asking her about her mother's education and she stopped me “Tambu my mother does not want respect if she did she would stand her ground and not let my dad have the amount of control he has on her now”. I was shocked by her answer but was not surprised because it did come from her. But she was not done “Even when she goes back to the homestead it gets even worse. It is like she bows down to him like he is her master or something. I just do not get how she could be my mother because if that was me I would have been gone a long time ago.” After her rant, I just looked at her stunned I looked at her straight in her eyes and she looked

The big island is the largest island in Hawaii. On the east side of the big island is a small town called Hilo. Farther east of Hilo is Hawaiian Home Lands, a small neighborhood called Keaukaha. That’s where I’m from. During my childhood, I have lived there for many years. What I loved the most about my home in Keaukaha is the fact that the yard was huge. The houses in the neighborhood were far apart from each other, so everyone had their own space and privacy. My family and I had numerous types of plants in the backyard such as breadfruit, lychee, mango, guava, mountain apple, and many more. We also had a variety of flowers growing, but my favorite flower that we had grown is the puakinikini. Whenever they were ready my family and

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

The sun was about to rise, but it was still dark outside in the city of Crete. A tall muscular man with chestnut brown hair and eyes that shifted between an emerald green and an electric blue was getting ready for the upcoming race by running laps around the city. His name was Grigolo and he claimed to be the fastest runner on the planet. Grigolo got out of his bed quite loudly and his wife stirred in her sleep groggily asking,

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.

Time is seen as the best medicine, and for Klara after her 20 years of mourning of Eamon she is still traumatized and scared by her past. However, she is starting to make progress getting over the loss of her first love Eamon. Wanting to go to Vimy Ridge and carve was her first plan of doing something she loved and had pleasure doing ever since the death of Eamon, and the reason she wanted to go was to finally have closure and to finally be able to cope with the loss of him. Klara tells her brother Tilman she hears about the monuments being carved at Vimy, “I want to work on that monument… You know how to travel.”… “I can’t get there myself, Tilman, I don’t think I can do it, (Urquhart, 255). This was the first part of Klara’s movement to