Creative Writing: Band Of Seven

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.

The blinding light coming from the outside poured into me. I grabbed the air reaching for water just like looking for an oasis in a desert. My eyes, yawned by the sun poking into my eyes and I realized that I was back in my house; my old jacketed

I kept my composure and made my exit. “Mimi this has been amazing, but I really need to get going.”

Now that we’ve gotton done with reqdaing, I wou,d like to tell you ano8t some of the other things I do i my free tine, drawing is something I find highly entertaining. I may not be ithe best at it, but everytime I drae, the better I get. It’s also very satisfying to draw a character that you created come to life. Along with drawing, I aslo take part in the LTHS Marching Band.I don’t play an instrument, instead I spin a flag in Colorguard. All summer, I had practices twice a week, each three hours long, and I still have them for three hours, twice a week. Because of that, I sometimes think the Marching Band works harder than the football players

An interesting band of misfits who have found family in strangers. They might not like each other, but they do love each other in their own unique little ways. Dean, who can make anyone, sometimes even Alma laugh. Irma, who knits things for everyone and makes sure they drink their Ovaltine. Olive, with her mother hen like qualities keeping everyone going. Alma, the storyteller with enough spunk and a big enough rebellious streak to make up for everyone else. Phillip with his behavior that seems so abnormal and rude at times reminds you how awkward the world and human interaction truly is. Leo with his strange form naiveté, the true youngster. Esther, well Esther’s just crazy. But a fun sort of crazy who makes you really grateful of your own.

I finally fell asleep in my cavern, all alone I reflected on how exhausted I was after a long day of watching over my sheep. I had an exceptional dinner before I went to bed, filled with bread and wine. Then, during the night I swore that I had heard some noises, but I overlooked it.

Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived a Young Prince. The Young Prince was sad and lonely because one night while he lay sleeping, an Evil Magician took a Most Precious Thing away from him. Everyone mourned the loss of the Most Precious Thing, and soon, the kingdom fell into ruins.

The bright rays of the sun were so intense that I was momentarily blinded. I raised my hand and shielded my eyes, and once they adjusted I realized that I was standing in the Enchanted Forest, but it was as if the battled had never occurred. All the trees were bright green and covered with new growth. And large red ferns that were intermingled with wildflowers had sprung up everywhere. The castle was still standing, but it was now surround by many out buildings and an elegant courtyard filled with animal shaped yaw hedges. It boasted soaring white spires, ornate turrets, it's rooftop was royal-blue and all of its Oriel windows were stained glass. I climbed to top of a heap of stones and spotted Emma

Every night, Chris came over, and we went down to my basement until the moon replaced the sun, and the singing of frogs and crickets were coming in through the window well. We stayed up late at night and had to drag ourselves to band camp at 7:30 a.m. I was the most miserable, and the most happy I had ever been.

Siir’ack raised a single digit into the air. Air flowed from his finger, covering his own ear canals and forming an invisible bubble elsewhere; to the passive observer, nothing at all was happening.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the lake behind the house reflected like a mirror the blue sky up above – that was sprinkled with fluffy white clouds.

He had heard of people who play from the heart. Who can pick up an instrument and let all their emotions free with no sheet music or chords to follow, and still make it sound crafted by the gods. He’d heard of people sitting down with a cello in front of an audience and making the audience feel.

Before I knew it, it was late at night and almost my bedtime. I made my way, up the stairs to the loft, slowly dragging my feet up each huge log stair from being so tired. I finally made my way up to the loft although the only light source was coming from one-single lit candle downstairs on the kitchen table. As I pulled the covers off the tiny twin bed, it was extremely hot, so I decided

I woke up before my alarm. A distant square of eerie half-twilight from the window held the familiar outline of the locust tree. In the dark, I fumbled to dress without waking my parents. I slipped outside.

Mareikura slowly and carefully stepped onto the concrete path, looking above the metal gate at the massive Tauranga house. The Veranda was made of darkly painted wood, and a rocking chair was situated by the doorway. She took a deep breath and took in the spirit of the house, with it’s delicate kowhai trees; and small lake. The flowers of the kowhai trees gently cascaded down in soft bunches. After a few minutes of her being at the house, Mareikura and Elena headed outside to explore. They came across a bench that was near the small lake and laid down underneath it. Elena pulled out a notebook and stationery out of her leopard print backpack from equip, and Mareikura eagerly agreed to help Elena draw pictures. Elena drew bright pictures of princes and princesses, while Mareikura drew black and white pictures of the family she once had. As much as Mareikura loved it when she stayed with her best friend, she still missed spending time with her parents as a family. It wasn’t dark where they were, but the sun was starting to set. The sky was painted an array of pink, yellow, and purple. She glanced around in awe at how beautiful it was. The multi colours of the sky reminded her of fireworks, but it wasn’t just the sunset that was beautiful. The whole moment was beautiful. The house was beautiful, the scenery was beautiful, the sunset was beautiful, and spending the evening with her best friend added to the aesthetic. As she glanced around the property she saw a man