Creative Writing: Chicago Protecting My Children

The Missouri River can be a wonderful yet terrible place. So much joy can be experienced from being on the river, but at the same time, so much destruction can happen. I have had both wonderful and terrible experiences on this river.

I went to Geneva on the Lake and had the most lively time there. First we went to the beach and rummaged through the sand with sifters to find beach glass which was so much fun. We then went to this rundown building with old antiques and knick knacks, and some of the things were shuddersome and freighting. After we went through some more buildings we went to get some food which was really appetizing. Lastly it was time to leave which was hard because I had so much fun there.

Right now I’m in these trenches writing a heart-filled letter for y’all. But these unbearable conditions have been unsettling to me. Everytime I want to get away from the gruesome war, I think about you. The shots of the machine guns, getting exposed to mustard gas, and having to see my fellow soldiers having to deal with trench foot, all makes me feel hopeless of me staying alive. All day and night, we had to be on the lookout. Planes from the sky makes us vulnerable for air attacks. All aside from all of those problems, the one main goal is to one day find my horse Joey. Maybe both of us will somehow meet me once again during or after the war. I’m very sorry to you guys if I don’t make it home alive, but I’m going to make a big promise, never in a day or night, will I forget about you guys.

Welcome to Sandersville, Georgia. A quaint, little town nestled in Washington County with a population of under 6,000. Seated happily in the Bible Belt, there are more churches than gas stations in the Southern city. We pass the only gas station for miles on the corner of the main street as my family heads to my Aunt’s house. The drive from Atlanta to Sandersville was slower than molasses running up hill—at least according to my mother. Sara Armour is the epitome of the southern belle. A well-spoken lady, she was born in Atlanta, but raised in Milledgeville, GA following her parents’ divorce. With bright red lipstick and a blonde bob, she looks like the carbon copy of her older sisters in that musty kitchen

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.

By the time I arrived home, sirens were blaring all around me. It sounded like they were moving in a ring, slowly converging on me like a pack of wolves. I pulled into the driveway and saw that my house was still standing. It didn’t look like there was much damage. My neighbor’s house, on the other hand, had been flattened to a pancake. I walked in the front door and I finally saw the damage. Shelves were down, the refrigerator was leaning against the island, all the contents of my cupboards were laying on the floor, and the top of my oven had shattered. Even though it'll take a lot of work to clean the mess up, I was grateful that my house was still standing and I was uninjured. I went into the living room and the TV was still intact, so I turned it on and switched to the news. That was when I saw the

The weather was pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and the air heavy with birdsong along their route. Accompanying those who were being sent to assess the damage at the Salsolan Outpost had been a choice — the same way drinking when thirsty was a choice — and bringing her slave had been just another facet.

What comes to mind when you think of Flint, Michigan? I think of a city filled to the brim with crime and thousands of unemployed workers. A place where you can’t use the water in your own house because you are afraid of getting lead poisoning. As it was once deemed the worst place to live in all of the United States, it is probably hard to think of a time where it was any different. Well, Flint was not always this way. Believe it or not, it used to be a prosperous and beautiful city that was home to one of the richest businesses in the world, General Motors. So you might be wondering, “Why did this amazing place turn into the wasteland it is today?”. Everything that is happening in Flint right now is due to the horrible decision Roger Smith

On September 11, 2017, VA police were dispatched to Desk C for an Intoxicated Individual on VA property.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm blared and I knew it was time to hit the road. After 6 extremely long, tiring hours in the car, we stopped in Champaign, Illinois for lunch. After an amazing meal, we were on the road again traveling towards Chicago.

As I walked into the Flint Hills Mall through the front side entrance, I could see an abundance of people in the empty space by the Kansas Drivers License Office. There were rows of shiny, smooth, wooden benches, which families and guests were sitting on. You could see them talking and laughing to each other, and giving pep talks to their kids. I could see the white table the judges were sitting at as they prepared to evaluate each student. I could see the judge's water bottle at each of their seats and bowls of candy inbetween each of them. I could see students sitting and standing on the sides preparing and talking. Students were either wearing white, red, or blue uniforms with a colored belt around their waist depending on what level they

Tim felt sad and disappointed that they turned the place he cared for into something new.The narrator states, "Tim rested his chin on his chest, shook his head,

It's Wednesday, just six weeks before TCAPS. Mr. Joe enters his classroom on the third floor of Maryville Junior High school. It's a room like any other ordinary 1950's cider block room. The walls are yellowed, and there are rows of old beat up desks. The fluorescent lighting flickers as he turns on the lights. Mr. Joe is an old crippled man who is on his last leg and ready to retire. He doesn't put up with any crap. Mr. Joe hates it when the kids hit each other with the text books. Kids such as Brody Sloan, Matt Brooks, and Clay Brewster have a goal to make him mad. Then there is a kid like Terk Johnson who yells at the other kids to stop because they are distracting his learning ability. Mr. Joe just knows that he will never be able to have

There once was a young boy who thought that he would be the next King of Evansville. He believed that if he tried hard enough and worked hard every day that he could one day be the next King. The boys name was Sir Carl, and he wanted to do everything in his power to become King. Sir Carl was walking down a dusty rock road to the castle to talk to the King. Sir Carl come upon the castles big wooden door and knocked upon it with three loud knocks. The heavy, wooden door slowly lowers to show a knight in shinning armor, guarding the entrance to the castle. The knight ask Sir Carl, "What is your duty here young boy?" Sir Carl adds, "I'm here to challenge the King to a dual so I shall become king." The knight stands with shock, "You? You are going

I felt like I was being shot straight through my heart with a bullet. I fell on my knees on hearing the tragic news and it felt like a dream rather than reality. I was not expecting this event and it was quite shocking and surprising. At that moment, I was