Creative Writing: Ash Ketchum

“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.

Five minutes later, Amira called out again. “Sara, I see something in my room. Can you come and look at it? I’m scared.”

their old friend Professor Oak. It had been a long time since they last spoke to each other. As they neared the house, Ash could see Oak 's lab in the horizon. Whack! Ash was knocked forward by a sprinting figure with spiky hair who was also on his way to Professor Oak’s. The boy looked back and said, “Later, Ash”. It was Gary Oak, the professor’s grandson, and not one of Ash’s favorite people. Ash never liked the way Gary bragged. He seemed untrustworthy to Ash. “Hey, Gary!” Ash yelled as he started running after him. Ash wanted Gary to stop and answer some questions. When they both arrived at the doorstep of Professor Oak’s lab, Gary rushed in saying he couldn’t wait to tell his grandfather about meeting one of the four elite members the Pokemon League from Kalos Region. Ash asked which member it was. Gary said, “I don’t know, but his Pokemon were water types.” “It must have been Siebold,” Ash said in a perky voice and starting to feel excited for Gary. It’s not everyday that someone has the honor of meeting one of the elite. Ash said, “I wondered where he went after I beat him. So, yeah, I 'm the new champion of the Kalos region. That’s why I came to visit your grandfather, to tell him. ” From across the room came the sound of the professor’s voice. “I heard there was a new champion in Kalos, I just

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.

I had one tattoo, but I was afraid of forever - of commitment. My tattoo stood for everything that meant forever to me: my brother. "Joshua Hale Burnes" was etched into every fine line and crevice of my wrist, in the most spirally and gothic of fonts. I had plenty of scars that would only fade and never disappear, but my scars weren't a commitment. Promising my therapist I'd try to get better, promising my mom to raise my 3.9 GPA - these were a few of the "promises" I was scared of. Who knew if I could get better? Who knew if I wanted to get better?

James nodded, not even questioning their priorities of stealing Pokémon. They left just as soon as they arrived. Gabby turned away at the sight of blood being left behind. She clenched the Pokéball in her hand. Why her Rattata of all Pokémon? Why did her Rattata have to be the one to attack a human? It wasn't as unusual as one might think, but for one that had a Trainer, it meant trouble. It usually ended one of two way. Either the Trainer worked hard to get it under control or the end of their beloved Pokémon had to come.

Before you turn the page of this book I want you to know that this book is not pleasant. It is full of bad witches and morphed fairies. Even worse a girl who has to go through it all. Her name is Bell Linmor and she has it rough. But don’t worry it all works out.

Do you know where your name comes from?My name came from a bull rider.I don't know which one he is but all I know is his name was spelled with a c. The name Kooper is from England and Wales.

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

I should start with some background information. Hi, Reynold Calaber, at your service. I'm a Junior at Springside High. I’m 17 years old. Springside is a small little town in Texas. We are about 2 minutes from Dallas. My mother, Shanice, works at McDonald's and my father, Marquis, works at Wendy’s. My parents are pretty chill. They let me take their money for the vending machine at school. Everyday I get a pack of skittles to fuel my brain. My sister, Diamond. She is an angel in the form of a human. Let’s cut to the good stuff

My name is Kaley Purdom and I write to you hopeful to give you some insight as to who I am as a person. A few things you should know is that I’m very reserved among people and apprehensive when it comes to speaking in class and or making speeches. Although, when around family and friends I liked to be hysterical, outgoing and boisterous. Making people laugh and smile are always enjoyable moments that I get throughout my life.

Contrary to popular beliefs, most Kanto residences believed that their latest beloved youngest Champion, Red, had holed himself up on top the snowy mountain of Mt. Silver. The Kanto Champion would gladly stick to that said belief if not for the face of his companions were making. Although not all of his Pokemon were protesting against the harsh weather that the mountain had prepared for them, but it was ridiculously hard to resist the pouting face of both Espeon and Pikachu combined.

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.

“Great! Now we throw a pokéball at it...” Calem said to us, grasping a capsule in his hand. He threw it, spinning fast through the air towards the wild pokémon. It hit it smack bang in the centre of its forehead, and it took a step back, sightly dazed. The button in the centre of the black band released, opening up, sucking the pokémon in with a white light. The pokéball fell to the ground, bouncing a few times before lying still. Beside me, I heard Shauna suck in a

A young boy walked along the dry infertile plains of Salmon Falls, swinging a tin box in one hand and clutching a bottled flower in another.