Creative Writing: Becoming The Leader Of Memphis

I play football here at ULM and we have been in our fall camp for the last 23 days. It is a mental, physical, and emotional strain and tensions are running high. One day early on in camp we were out in the blistering heat practicing. We were almost finished when we called a screen pass and I was going to be the main blocker for the play and if I messed up it wouldn't work. Then as soon as the ball was snapped I stepped with the wrong foot first. This slowed me down and the defender was able to clobber our receiver behind the line of scrimmage. My position coach, Coach Clark, immediately ran over yelling, "What are you doing? Where is the direction you can't lose your man on that play?" I knew what I had done wrong, "I can't let him get up the

It was colder then usual out, so John and Richard had moved outside into whatever was left of sunlight these days. They had a picturesque view of the White House from what must have been the top of an office building. Most of the back corner of their building had crumbled revealing the a portion of the top story. John and Richard had stumbled upon “the fence” as they called it, years ago and since then turned it into somewhat of a fortress. They were both children when they escaped from the grasp of the Republic and the Democracy. John escaped at the age of 11 form the Republic, a couple months before Richard, then 9, managed to escape the Democracy. They soon became friends when they bumped into each other on the outskirts of D.C. That

Jefferson City, TN- The Jefferson County Patriots, comeback from eleven-points down in the third set to sweep the South Doyle Cherokees 25-21, 28-26, 25-23, on Thursday night at the Patriot Academy.

“Wake up, Soldier!” shouted a man. The boy awoke with a start, knocking his drum over in the process. He noticed people bustling about all around him while they pulled on boots and helmets.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

“Your Mama! Move home with your Mama! You will know when it is time to go.”

I gradually slowed from a run to a walk before coming to a complete stop. I started to listen to my heart instead of my mind as it was corrupted by a fear so profound that it made my blood run cold every time the thought arrived in my head. I never should have left my platoon. It was a mistake. They had always been there for me even when I didn’t think I needed them, but now when they needed me I let them all down. I knew I was weak and that’s why I had run away but it wasn’t my fault that I was here. It wasn’t my decision but the government and its conscription policy. What did the government know about fighting in a war? Why don’t they allow any of their children fight instead of someone else’s? I turned around and started heading back deeper into the jungle that I had come from.

The streets of South Bellevue are some to never be forgotten. The neighborhood is filled with the joyous laughter of children and the archaic wisdom of the elderly. It is one of the few amicable communities among the busy city. Bellevue shields it’s people like a mom who graciously protects her young from the dangers of the outside world. Bellevue is a wonderful neighborhood with a variety of individual experiences.

"You think you’re funny, son? Well, I'm pretty funny too. All civilian men are to report to their commanding officer in ten minutes!"

A blue house, red shutters, and a white picket fence with a border collie. Three kids are running around in the front lawn up on a hilltop. That is what the American dream is right? The American dream is truly in the eye of the beholder. One might think that the American dream is an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, but others might want the smell of fresh cut grass in a small suburb. It’s whatever the person who is working for it wants it to be. As we can see in the play, all of the main characters might be striving for an American dream, but none of them are striving for their same American dream.

You invited me to start my work day to deliciously dine overlooking the Chicago River and with the stunning view of our beautiful skyline? Yes, please! That's like Instagram overload morning for me! Lucky for me, the Chicago Cut Steakhouse held a media Summer Escape Breakfast showcasing some of their delicious morning menu selections and I got to attend.

Two Rivers is a campground not too far from Sartell, I have been there countless times throughout my childhood. It is called two Rivers because the Mississippi River and the Platte River connect at a bay that surrounds the entire campground. The Platte River is much smaller than the Mississippi, which makes it popular to tub on, like a giant lazy river at a water park. Tubing on the River is one of the most popular activities, with that you can also canoe and kayak. Most years the water in low and slow with some rapids, but this year it was particularly fast.

“Mama I going to tell you something but I don’t want you to get upset…”

“Bro, you’ve been fightin’ for your own room this whole time and now you wanna come with me?” The both chuckled, I was still a little pissed.