Creative Writing: Blindly Divided

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

By Saturday afternoon, the eighty-seven residents of the rural southern town of Wrongberight have suffered through four days of intense intermittent rainstorms. And to add to their misery another storm approaches the town from the northeast. Now, Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived here and has a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as the almighty man upstairs allows her to draw a breath, she will enjoy life, regardless of the weather. At four o’clock, she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, and gradually eases out of her driveway. The soaring Pines that surround her home sway to the rhythm of the gusting wind as she turns south onto Flat Bottom Road and follows it along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated

The man that saw my first was trying to kick down my door! Then a creaking sound came from behind me. The secret passage was opening! I quickly grabbed the fire poker I had in front of the fireplace, but it was too late. He had me in his arms. The next thing I remember is waking up in a ditch, with a throbbing head, and the words “Beware Piggy's” written on my shirt. My first reaction was where am I? Than I realized that the police station was right in front of me. When I stood up I immediately was rushed to a hospital by a cop that was just leaving for patrol. The doctor told me I had a fractured skull and a concussion and that he was going to prescribe me some pills. The hospital gave me some clothes to wear and they sent off my other clothes to the police statio for evidence and to see what they could find on them. I called a taxi. I hadn’t even said to the driver that I didn’t have any money on me because I was attacked and he said that I don't need to pay for the trip home. I didn’t have to say where I lived and he drove right there which immediately set off a red flag. Then I remembered my dog, but when i walked in there wasn’t a thing in sight that resembled a break in. Let alone a dog murder. Every last

Once Freak and Max started school, a lot of kids were teasing them, saying Max had no brain, and Freak was a midget. My first impression of them, once school started, was that the two were odd, especially considering this was school and they were brave enough to march around a class, with Freak on Max’s shoulders. If I were to be their friend or tease them, I would most likely be their friend. Personally, I enjoy quirky people and these two fall under the category. I would probably find it amusing to see a small, disabled kid riding on top of someone as tall as Max’s shoulders, chanting their “name”, and getting the rest of the class in on it too. Before Freak the Mighty made an appearance, I might have stood up for Max when they were teasing

Waking up, it was the first time in months I haven't had a dream or memory. It made me nervous, but I shrugged it off. Boston. He was the one person on my mind. So many questions and yet no answers.

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

I woke to shouting and banging on my door. I grabbed my pocket watch from the side of my bed; it read 4 o’clock. Who would be at my door this early in the morning? I thought. My body was dragged from the bed as I trudged along to my front door.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Satan threw his hooks at me with no remorse. I try to dodge, but I can't move! I'm suddenly spun around by something, maybe it was from fear. I see a cracked mirror on the ground, but I don't see my own reflection in it, I see someone, no, something else. I look just like i usually do, but my skin and clothes are pitch black, my eyes; pupi, unira, that white part; is red, blood red.

It was just a thing men did… that thing where they flare up and take up extra space, their lats splaying out to make their shoulders look twice as large and imposing… she’d seen it a thousand times before. So, why is your mouth watering, Valentina? she asked herself as she begrudgingly admired the way Cole looked when he was being intimidating. It was a weakness of hers.

“If this doesn’t work, I’m blaming you.”, Zelda whispered as they were doing a dramatic walk towards the flowers.

Beep, Beep, BEEEEEEEEP. The call for the Decisions, the dreaded Decisions. Robyn looked to her mother and said a goodbye, before she grabbed a silky jacket and stepped out the door. She glanced down at her wristwatch, which read 9:02. That meant that the transit for the Decisions would arrive in approximately 3 minutes, enough time for her to get to the transit stop, hopefully. Robyn slung her jacket over a shoulder, running as fast as she could to arrive on time to the transit. 3 times 60 = 180, 180 seconds to get there. She ran and ran, her house being pretty far from the transit, and arrived with about 30 seconds left until the transit were to arrive.

Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.

During times of tyranny and oppression, communities spread across the planet often found common solace within the confines of sleep. As mystical visions enveloped their minds, a fair multitude found themselves pondering what prosperity and genuine happiness truly felt like. The very fabric of dreams had always fascinated them because of the seemingly infinite variety of topics and lack of boundaries that made the human mind so freeing in its functioning. To them, the wonderlands within their heads were nothing more than fictional and brimming with false hope for betterment. However, across the torrential ocean, a domineering presence enveloped the surrounding sky and shone brightly with opportunity. The subconscious renderings were no longer