Creative Writing: Arkansas Hotel Room

Grand Teton National Park is wonderful to visit any time of year, but Fall is my favorite. Autumn brings many wonderful things to the Tetons, but one thing it takes away are the large crowds of summer. Whew!

“Come on Brianna ,” Mackenna exclaimed, “let’s hurry and get in line for the Texas Giant.”

I had seen his images of me. They were awkward and unworthy. My face always looked stupid, caught off guard. My head looked too small for my body. I shivered whenever the camera made that clicking sound—I knew what the finished product would be.

My name is Jeffrey I was born in Mississippi 1989,June 9 where I came from a trailer there.We spent most of our life there in Mississippi. We made kin friends kinda more that family than friends and had a couple of hilarious jests together I felt like I was gunna spend the rest of my life there but I guess not.My family got into some trouble gambling so me and my family was thinking to flee and go to Alabama.So we took a destination stay with Aunt Sheela for a a week or a month to see if we can find a way to get out of this trouble.

“New Mexico?” I asked my Mom who had streaming red hair, a wide gleaming smile, and icy blue eyes.

As he sat stiff backed and upright in the hard wooden chair, Jotham looked around anxiously. He could only see three of the walls, and the ceiling, if he craned his neck upwards, but that was enough to make him very uneasy indeed. They were grey and bare - not silver grey, but a horrible murky grey, that made it seem like everything was closing in on him. The room was rectangular; not at all wide; there was perhaps a metre between him and the nearer two walls, but it was extremely lengthy; probably about fifteen metres long.

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, I was drawing something when my older sister comes up to me and tells me that she’s going to a place called “La La Land” (more than a decade before the movie, btw). I was too absorbed in my drawing to really care and shrugged it off. She wanders off and I don’t see her for some time.

Snow gushed its way into the breeze, targeting the Washington cabin that you and your friends resided in. You were standing next to Beth -- one of the Washington siblings that own the cabin. You released an inaudible sigh before resting your elbows on the window sill, focusing on the leaves that were blanketed within the snowstorm. You could practically feel Beth squint as you applied more pressure on the wooden sill, making it creak with age.

We finally reached Alcove Springs! It was quite the sight, with all the trees and water. Everyone is happy here, we like to sing and play music on our instruments at night. We go to bed in good spirits and I'm happy to see that my boys have adjusted to the trip more than before. There is a huge problem here though, mosquitos. They have been getting in all of our food and getting bit by them terrible. We have tried to put mud on ourselves so that they wouldn't bite, but it dries our skin out really bad. It has been two days since we have got here and we all seem to be fed up with it. We left this morning.

Saturday night in Muncie there was definitely only one place to be. It was a little hole in the wall bar named Valhalla. This bar is amazing. It's small but has a wicked light and sound system that puts bigger clubs to shame. And the place was definitely filled up with others like myself trying to get a taste of the Hoosier Heavy that is the Muncie metal scene.

I'm going to Lucky Eagle this morning, but wanted to send you a note before I head out to let you know that Jackie and I will not be on next Monday's casino bus to Red Wind. We're going to Pendleton with a group of gals to play golf and gamble. We're leaving Sunday and returning on Tuesday.

I look up towards the sky and see dark clouds rolling across the sky towards the west where the sounds of gunfire could be heard off in the distance. I look around the cramped bunkhouse and see the other prisoners. The bunkhouse is cold and smells of rotting flesh and human waste. The beds are made of cheap wood and thin cloth with some hay for a mattress. The guards walk in and start telling people to wake up. I slowly get out of my wooden bed out onto the muddy floor. My feet feel cold as they touch onto the earth below. My hands start to hurt from the cuts covering them when I try and get up. I see a man refusing to get out of his bunk near the entrance of the bunkhouse. The guards saw him refusing to follow their orders and dragged

For my trip to Louisiana I would bring along two of my friends. I would bring along Granddaddy Cain, because on car rides it is better to have Quality Company than to have quantity in company. One quality of his that I admire is that he is described as “tall and quiet like a king” (Bambara, 67). This quality is repeated twice in the story and is inferred from the description of his large hands. Another good quality is his manners in which he deals with the two men. He starts out nice and welcomes both men “like he’d invited them to play cards and they’d stay too long” (68). After Cathy describes how his coworkers would describe him granddaddy Cain. He then gives the two men a reason to leave by swatting at their camera and makes it hit the

Tik-tok tik-tok, another second goes by and I can’t breath. Looking at the bottom of the water and seeing her face, as she strips the gas in her mouth. Knowing that I can’t do anything to bring her back. She couldn’t breath and I couldn’t breath. Lack of oxygen’s making me to stop and grasp air for a minute. Muscles paralyzed, eyes blacked out, how am I still moving and taking another stroke?