Creative Writing: Da Nang

You are actually able to drive in these places automatically, without us having to make any changes to your account. You just need to have DC driver's license. Upon checking your account, I can see that you have a Maryland Driver's License. Therefore, if you wish to drive at Washington, D.C., feel free to attach to this email your license at D.C.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

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

Now to tell you about the rest of my time in Vietnam. First I was assigned into a new ship which is in Mekong Delta, which was on of the worst places there. We were attacked several times but most times we were fine, but the last attack was one of the worst days of my life Moses was shot and killed. It was devastated now all I want to do now is just go home.

The sun held high in the cobalt, no clouds not even a slug of one hung in the sky to befriend the lonesome sun that blazed with life. Every thing was quiet and not in anyway unlike the day before it. Except for the agonizing screaming, that would make a choir cry, coming from the open field. There lay the King of Wolves, Alexander Ashworth , a small group of onlookers had gathered around him. Not one bent down to help.

Different things surprised me about each of the workshops I participated in. I was surprised to learn that each year more than 46,000 people die from a drug overdose, and half of those 46,000 deaths are related to opioid abuse. That is a frightening statistic and gives credibility to calling this drug problem an epidemic. When I attended the workshop presented by Scott Driscoll, the thing that surprised me the most is that on the dating site Yellow, the minimum required age is 13. Why is it set so low? I found this to be quite troublesome.

I knew Esther and I were in the right class when you told about Kallie. I glanced over at my beautiful daughter sitting beside me, she has lived her entire 23 years in chronic pain.....she has cats, they sleep with her, they are her babies, these kitties have brought comfort to her over the years. I see her holding one of them at times with tears in her eyes. I see the comfort they give her. I teared up when you told your story about Kallie and I wondered if Esther was touched. She was.

The nearly full moon is beginning its rise above the distant tree line, bathing the Night Defensive Position in a warm, luminescent glow when the word is passed down. There’s an incoming B-52 strike and we should take shelter in our bunkers. In an adjacent bunker, a fellow platoon member, Poole, states factually, “This is gonna be a close one.” How the hell does he know, I ask myself? And then I get it. If we’re ordered underground, it’s because of debris from the bombing. Cursing under my breath, I quickly pinch the glowing ash from a fresh lit joint between my thumb and forefinger and stash it in the chest pocket of my jungle fatigue. Instinctively my eyes narrow and glance skyward as the dilated pupils struggle to focus. Miles above me and separated by what appears to be great distances are… one… two… three… small, sequentially pulsating, crimson lights, spaced equidistance among the backdrop of the stars and moonlit sky. There they are I say to myself. This ain’t no fuckin’ drill!

Her lover turned and let his hand idle over the door to his right, its large silver knob cast a glow to the surface of his hand making it appear white. He glanced at the sky saying a prayer, he heard the shallow breathing and anxious fret of the maiden. Turning quickly he threw open the door to the left, unable to imagine a life without his love. The tiger sprang out, its muscles pulsing under its titian fur. It dug its protracted claws into the ground, showing its aciculate teeth. The tiger leaped and bore down on him, its claws outstretched, lacerating his chest and licking the blood that spilled out of it. Her lover screamed his flesh tearing under the tiger’s claws. The princess turned in horror to the semi-barbaric king, “Please, father

“I don’t want her Syd, I want you.” Syd blushed. “I want you to Steven.”

Clemmie cried. ‘I don’t know what to do, or what to say, because I’ve never died before.’

I am surprised and happy by the response to the story thus far. As usual I own nothing I just like to play.

"Wo-hoo!" I heard the stands going crazy. People yelling and cheering, the sound of the high top shoes squeaking on the glossy fresh stadium gym. Just watching my team and the opponents fighting to win the game. The smell of fresh food coming straight from the new clean concession stands.

Inside was much brighter than Toki had anticipated. Vibrant colours consumed the walls in swirls colliding and churning into one another.