Creative Writing: Colorado Mesa University

Most soon-to-be seniors spend the summer before their last year of high school hanging out with friends or working summer jobs. I spent mine packing my bags and moving across the ocean to start my senior year at a brand new school.

Think about your experiences of writing at college. Which types of assignments have you found helpful in strengthening your writing skills? Where do you want to improve your writing? What’s the most useful advice you’re received that’s helped you improve your writing. Be as specific as possible.

This is it. The championship game is in the last quarter, down to a minute and a half. The line of scrimmage is at the 10-yard line. Jeffery, the quarterback, fields the snap, and he looks for an open receiver. Tommy, his best friend and the tight end, is unmanned in the end zone. The throw is perfect. The crowd roars in excitement that Thomas Jefferson High School won the State Championship.

But I only give ya ten minutes. Anymore and I calls the cops. Take the first turnstile, on your right” He pointed to the turnstiles that lead up into the platforms.

I hope you are doing well. I just wanted to reach out to say hi and that I hope everything with Pi Sigma Alpha is going well. I heard from some friends that Voterpalooza had a great turnout this year!

In my sixth grade year, 2015, I was sitting on the couch reading a book. Suddenly, a scream rang out. As quick as a cheetah, my mom ran into our living room and showed me her computer’s email. Excitedly, I took the computer. On it, was a few sentences congratulating me on making ILMEA orchestra. It was a music festival with a choir, a band, and obviously, a orchestra. I was so excited, I had to call my teacher, Mrs. Lafranzo. So, no more than four months later, I was in my car heading to Oswego East High School for morning practice.

“Selena, time to wake up!” My mom yelled from downstairs, “Get up and get ready instantly if you don’t want to show up late.”

This time the store owner had called the police. Roxy had shoplifted from his establishment before but I had always been able to fix it; most times by paying double the price. Peering through the faceted glass of my front door, I could see Mr. Pachenko pacing the brick-edged sidewalk, his face pale with anger. With his blood pressure, the bright red spots on his cheeks would be with him for the rest of the night.

Here I am. In a small town in the middle of Colorado at my new school. It’s my first day and I’m already sweating. I guess it makes sense, since I’m an elemental. The bell rings and I rush inside. Even though there are so many people I feel alone and excluded.

In November I went to Arkansas. The round trip took 24 hours. On the drive down I watched movies for 12 hours. The tv was between the front seats we had 8-10 movies and watched them all.

Similar conversations popped up more and more often the closer we got to North Carolina. It seemed there was a church for every passing mile the closer we got to our destination and a cemetery always nearby.

Click click click is all I hear as I walk into the building. I have my notecards in my hand, and I’m praying that a strong gust of wind doesn’t blow away all my notes taking my confidence with it. While I feel like I’m betraying my long-time friends, I need to do this for my children. I keep that thought in my mind as I enter the lecture hall. Once I’m inside I immediately see the large sign of myself. Wow did my hair really look like that? I quickly turn away from it and start walking. Click click click echoes down the long hall. Finally I arrive outside the large double oak doors, and with one more deep breath I push it open, stride into the room, and then take my seat near the stage.

I am walking. Thats pretty much all I’d done in the past seven hours since I got off the speed rail in Denver. I am from San Francisco island about 300 miles off the coast of mainland United States. The name is misleading, it isn’t actually an island. It used to be part of the rest of the United States but when the water started to rise it along with a couple other large cities near the coast built a water wall. And then they built another wall and eventually built one thousand feet high all the way around the city so when the water rose to cover most of what used to be California, San Francisco survived. My entire life I’d heard about the mainland and the natural beauty it bore. In the hundred years since the great wall was built and the

Welcome to Madison Falls, where love is in the air and gossip is ripe on the vine.

San Francisco. The city was beautiful as the sun was up in the sky, making the city shining blighter than usual. Static rode in his saucer to the city from the Teen Titans tower on the East Coast. He had been sent for a routine inspection on the team and see how they are doing so far. He was always sent to inspect them for some reason that he can't even explain. Arriving a day earlier than usual, he just wanted to explore the city before going to the tower for the check up. The water looked good enough to ride it as he decided to lower his saucer to the water. He rode along the water as he removed his glove from his right hand and dipped into the cold water. Dakota City didn't have water like the one in San Francisco. It felt cleaner than