Creative Writing: Ask Me To Move

The first thing you felt was the softness of something beneath you, and the warmness of what you assumed was sunlight on your tan skin. Sitting up very slowly, you examined the space around you to find what was so soft below your outstretched legs. Golden flowers grew out of the cracked stone ground, shining a yellowish hue that seemed to make them even more beautiful than they already were. The sunlight that lit up part of the room you were currently residing in came from a distant hole in the rocky roof hanging high above you. Groggily, you stood up.

Another lonely holiday spent in the city of las vegas. Christmas is in a few days and my mom keeps bugging me about flying out to Ohio to see them. Rather than tell her I’m not up for the long flight, I step outside in the cold air to smoke a quick cigarette. Observing up and down my street I take notice on how every house is perfectly lined up. The only house that stands out is Miss Anns house. It’s just the fact that her lights are never on. I met her last year around this time exactly. The mail box is right in front of her house so I walked over to get my mail and she was sitting there in a rocking chair smiling. She greeted me and introduced herself. It was a quick hi and bye. I remember how cold it was that night I met her, I was shivering

Fifteen year old Danny shivered as Dennis threatened, “I’m going to kick your little ass and teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

With the population of exactly twenty five thousand people, the city of Corpus was never over populated. Neighborhoods were packed with just the right amount of people and there was always just enough to go around. Aiden had only turned two when he lost his older brother, Landon. It was not because he had been in an accident or unfortunately got passed a cancer gene. However, the reason for his death was never revealed to Aiden for he was too young at the time to understand. Ever since, he was an only child to two chemical technicians, Quinn and Brooklyn Stevenson.

The weather was pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and the air heavy with birdsong along their route. Accompanying those who were being sent to assess the damage at the Salsolan Outpost had been a choice — the same way drinking when thirsty was a choice — and bringing her slave had been just another facet.

I look out the window above the sink as my mom replies. "Ok, sounds fine, bring a swimsuit, and that light purple sweater for night time, and hiking boots and old sneakers, and LOTS of socks, and-" I listen to her as I search out the window for nothing in particular, until I see a movement in the window of Camden's house on the first floor. I stare at it as my mom drones on, and Camden emerges from behind the curtain and waves creepily.

In the city, there were countless attractions that summoned visitors on a day-to-day basis. The buses, trains, new subway system, cars, and elevated railroads all carried people over from everywhere and into New York. The city had all types of attractions that the towns didn’t, such as Broadway the shopping districts, cabarets and nightclubs, and fine wine-and-dine restaurants where the rich could enjoy an extravagant dinner and time. The middle class could do similar, all while being surrounded by and visible to family, friends, and neighbors. The city flourished with life, especially at night once streetlights became available. Those who had the ability to do so enjoyed everything that there was to offer; however, not everyone had the opportunity to relish in the excitement available.

I feel very mad I feel like I’m dead I use to have a best friend until he called me names. Why me I am not smart or athletic why me?

One car, one wrench, and one roll of duct tape. That's all I needed to get a three and a half ton Yukon out of a “very broke down situation.” Hearing the car start clucking, I started to think “I’m gonna be awhile.” The Boston Mountain loops scenic roads are nice to drive but I guess I didn’t get to be lucky that evening in October. Besides the truck start to stalling out, going around the sharp curves on a hill with momentum was a thought of I’m going to crash. Not only did I have to fear that, but when I got pulled over, that the car kick out gear and go rolling down the hill. I did have some luck that day; having brought a toolbox with me.

The hot air choked me as I left the airport and got into an old beaten down car. The cracked roads made it impossible to drive. Dumpsters were overfilled with toxic waste that impatiently waited to be cleaned. Everything eaten, used or not needed was thrown in any place for animals to eat and homeless people to take. Stray cats and dogs roamed the streets like kings and queens. Everything seemed so filthy, but no one else cared how the scenery looked, or if animals with rabies ran free.

The Xcel Energy Center is, for me especially, one of our few places to enjoy sports, entertainment, and the thrilling people of my home state of Minnesota. For one it is a gorgeous place to go and watch events. Secondly, it holds many memories for not just me, but many more Minnesotans too. It also has a magnanimous and outstanding atmosphere that is always thrilling to watch hockey games and concerts alike. Without further rambling let us begin!

Around 12% of people in the US move each year. While some of those tens of millions of people will do it all on their own, some will use a moving and storage service.

“why didn’t you turn out like the others” friend asked. The apartment complex on pacific street , it was hard growing up in a street where you're afraid to leave your own house with sunlight or darkness. Where you think you heard a firework but it's the middle of November and start questioning yourself. You come home thinking , did someone dump a bottle of ketchup at our door but then there's cops everywhere and caution tape in the alley way. But this is our last choice, cheapest rent , somewhat okay house. “Our mother wouldn't let us play outside on the street neither in our patio. She wouldn't let us hang out with anyone unless she knew there parents .

I know that you are in need of a 3rd roommate,I received a phone call from someone who would like to move into a Townhome, and share the rent with 2 others, however, she does not know anyone....so, I thought I would send you her contact info.I will leave it to your discretion to contact her,by no means are you obligated.