Creative Writing: Blood Brothers

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.

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.

Pickett's expression beamed brighter with Mirella's compliment. Even though the man believed not a word of what he'd recited, nor in the very existence of the Lord himself, he always experienced a rush of adrenaline when performing for an audience. Even if only of one. "I'm glad you enjoyed, and if it was enough to please Vitrella, it must have been fine indeed."

Everyone has judged someone before they get to know them, sometimes you can even do it on accident. My personal experience in judging someone before getting to know them was when I meet my step-brother Carson for the first time. When I first met Carson I was about 6 years old and he was around 10 years old. I was at his house in Florida that I had never been to before, so I was scared already, so when I went upstairs to grab something from my bag I saw him for the first time, he was coming around the corner really fast and was wasn’t paying attention and ran right into me. The first thoughts that came to mind was that he was big and scary and he just hurt me. But after I got to know him I realized he wasn’t really scary at all, it was just

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

Protect it from whom exactly pray tell? Thiefs, Bandits or Pirates? The village is already peaceful and even if there were trouble it's the adult's responsibility to protect the village furthermore it's my responsibility as your Okaasan to protect you. If you still feel the same way when you're older then I'll teach you some of the techniques I learn during my days as a Marine, but for now I don't want you to worry about the safety of the village instead enjoy your childhood to the fullest. With that being said let's go already, I want the food to be ready by the time Nami and Nojiko come

When Harry arrives at Hogwarts, he and the other first-years follow Hagrid into a giant castle. Harry and the other first years meet a strict Hogwarts teacher who tells them that they will be sorted into houses. These houses, she said, will be like your family-you will earn points for your house by triumphing, as lose points for trouble-making. They are told that they will be sorted into the houses depending on how well they do on a test. They are left to wait in silence. Suddenly a bunch of ghosts burst through the wall, talking, and see the students. They greet the students kindly and tell them they hope to see them in their old house. Based upon the talk of the kids, there is a bad house, Slytherin, that all bad wizards got into, even Voldemort.

He’s pretty much exactly what you imagined. He’s a chameleon of sorts. His age was unknown, somewhere between twenty-nine and fifty. He’s a spy.

When I was looking through all the different fairy tale's nothing was really catching my eye, but when something did I would read through the first part of the story to see if it was interesting enough to read the rest of it. I read through the first part of a few stories but they weren't that interesting to me. After going through about five of them I ran into The Blood Brothers. So I read through the first part of the story as I was doing with all the others I went through, but this one I kept reading. The story revolves around one of the two twins that were born from magic that was looking for an adventure so he goes to kill a dragon and marries a princess.

Game seven of the World Series, bottom of the ninth inning. I will always regret it. The series was tied 3-3 so whoever won next game, won it all.

“No!” Phillip demanded, but before Russell could confirm the termination of the records from the computer he felt an intense pain spring out from his wrist that then it rocketed throughout his entire body. “Augh!” Russell cried as he felt himself being pulled back from the desk, the agony from searing pain guiding his every move, his control over himself stolen from him.

A narrow shaft of sunlight radiated through the awning window, the shimmering beam shining directly upon Booker’s upturned face. With a moan, the young officer fought his way back to consciousness, and opening his eyes, he squinted against the brightness of the luminous rays. A bone-shaking shiver immediately ran down the length of his body, and pushing himself to a sitting position, he drew up his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around his legs. The temperature in the room had dropped rapidly during the night, but he had remained blissfully unaware due in part to the head injury he had sustained from the force of the ceramic phone smashing into his skull. But the memory of the assault soon returned in vivid color and lifting his hand

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

Ellis parked his truck and hopped out. He took a good look at the Coffee Cup. He was finally able to step foot in the restaurant without hearing complaints from Miriam.

As he thumbed off the safety, he allowed himself one last, stolen glance at the sculptured head, arching up to grasp an apple. Jamie swallowed and pulled the trigger with his twitching finger. The deer took a tremendous hop while Jaime's heart is pounding like a hammer hammering a nail. He stood there quietly with a stare looking back into the bush where the deer had ran. Jamie stood up shaking like it was 20 below out he bolted back to the house and told his mom and his dad the good news. After telling him Jaime and his dad headed for the woods. Jaime showed his dad where the deer had been when he shot it so it would be easy to find the blood trail. The woods was quit then Jamie's dad found the blood trail. Jaime and his dad followed the