Creative Writing: Carson's POV

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

My mom is rushing everyone because she wants to be there on time. “Where are we going for dinner mom? Chef mickey she replied”. All the characters will be there! We have to take the bus to magic kingdom then take the monorail to chef mickey. When we were on the monorail somebody said look its a deer. And my mom said look there are three deers over there eating grass we were surprised because there was a wild animals in disney! We got there just on time they told us to wait for a few minutes. When they called us they told us to wait in line for our picture to be taken. When it was our turn the parents said you guys take the picture, we don’t want my picture taken right now. We had to stand next to a model of mickey. First we saw Goofy he came by our table and signed are autograph books. And then he took a picture with us. Then we saw Pauldo he signed our books too. He signed our books on his nose. When he gave back our books he bent down and balanced it on his nose. And he took a picture with us. We were so hungry that we had to leave our table right before mickey came, Megan’s dad said he would ask if mickey would come back to one people that stand around to make sure every character gets to your table with you there. then mickey came and signed our autographs and took a picture with us when he was just about to move to the next table mickey came up to me and kissed my head.my mom laughed. Now doland came to our table he waddling to our table. And he quacked and signed our books and took a pic and left. Now minnie mouse is at our table and she saw my minnie mouse ears and she said oh I love your mouse ears they are so sparkly. And signed our books with her name and xoxoxo after her name. And now we are going to have dessert. they have mousse cake and chocolate covered oreo’s with dark chocolate chips in the shape of mickey’s head and they had an ice cream bar. It was the biggest

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.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

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

"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.

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.

CHARGE!!!, the crowd went wild as the song was playing in the stadium. As I got closer to the seats it got louder and louder I felt like I was at a monster truck show. Then I got to the seats I turned my head to look at the field and it look a lot more greener than on TV. The home team was practicing on the field ready to beat the Washington Nationals.

Jake opened his pocket watch, tipping the crystal face toward the low flames of the campfire. Another hour before daylight and he’d pick up Duvall’s trail. The muscles in his jaw clenched, hate pulling at every part of him. He’d kill Duvall, and he’d do it with Texas’ silent blessing. No judge had pronounced a sentence, but Jake saw the outlaw pull the trigger—watched Harrison die.

I dropped you a line while you were at the CTCA Centennial Purina Event so, how did everything go? I hope you and Helen had plenty of time to catch up and that your return home went well.

I woke up to Lauren laughing loudly in her room. I got up and went in there to see Sam tickling Lauren. They were laying in her bed. "Good morning beautiful," Sam said when he saw me. "Morning," I replied. "Momma," Lauren said. "Morning Laur," I replied picking her up. "We're going to the studio today," I said. "Yay," Lauren yelled. "Let's get you dressed," I said. I put Lauren in a blue shirt with white polka dots and a teal owl on the bottom. I paired it with yellow shorts. I French braided her hair and slid in a yellow bow. I handed her off to Sam while I got dressed. Then we headed to the studio. When we got there, a producer told me where to go. I walked into a studio to hear singing. I looked over to see none other than

I should start with some background information. Hi, Reynold Calaber, at your service. I'm a Junior at Springside High. I’m 17 years old. Springside is a small little town in Texas. We are about 2 minutes from Dallas. My mother, Shanice, works at McDonald's and my father, Marquis, works at Wendy’s. My parents are pretty chill. They let me take their money for the vending machine at school. Everyday I get a pack of skittles to fuel my brain. My sister, Diamond. She is an angel in the form of a human. Let’s cut to the good stuff

Interviewer:Thank you for actually coming here Randy. I heard you were once apart of the socs what happened.

Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been