Creative Writing: Dichotomy

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

As they met, Roger saw his dad cry for the first time. This shocked him, and was a little embarrassing. He wasn’t used to seeing tears from his father, or much emotion at all. His father normally wouldn’t expose himself like this, and it made Roger uncomfortable. Despite this, he hugged his father and waited silently for the crying to end. Once it did, his father told him how much he missed him, and how glad he was that they were together again. Roger responded by briefly saying,”I missed you too, Dad.”

You can't catch anything!" Tommy exclaimed to Blake. The two young boys were playing catch in the park. It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon. These two were best friends and always came to this park everyday to play catch. This park. The park they're parents would never them go to. This park was known for being a bad park. Anything bad anyone could think of had supposedly happened here. Blake and Tommy knew that, but it had the best baseball field. The baseball field was definitely not in good shape, but it would prepare them for any bad field they could play on.

By Saturday afternoon, the eighty-seven residents of the rural southern town of Wrongberight have suffered through four days of intense intermittent rainstorms. And to add to their misery another storm approaches the town from the northeast. Now, Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived here and has a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as the almighty man upstairs allows her to draw a breath, she will enjoy life, regardless of the weather. At four o’clock, she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, and gradually eases out of her driveway. The soaring Pines that surround her home sway to the rhythm of the gusting wind as she turns south onto Flat Bottom Road and follows it along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated

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.

“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.

"Hey look at the little sissy! Does the baby want his bottle!" One of the children taunted. "L-leave me a-alone." The little wolf tried to fight back the tears, but his fear was not that easily masked. "Aww, Fluff butt is going to cry!" Another teased. "Please...s-stop." The pup tears began to run down his face, whimpering as he kneeled to the ground. "Hey! Leave him alone!" A voice shouted out from the distance with a distinct accent. The wolf angled his ear to the voice's direction and heard footsteps coming closer. "Shoot. Scatter!" The leader of the bullies commanded. Meanwhile the pup was still on the ground covering his eyes. "...Are you okay?" A kind voice pierced through his withdrawn shell and looked up at the mountain gorilla child

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is where Deacon is making his trek to, to visit his girlfriend’s family. “They could’ve told me that I couldn’t drive to the cabin,” Deacon mumbled to himself as he battles the brisk, hard blast of the breeze in the barren woodland. Deacon reaches the door of the

“So let me ask you, child,” Fletcher states, “Do you feel sorry for him now?”

She was really scared and tried avoiding any loud noises because she did not want to alarm the dog. After getting tired of being barked at, Cindy told her mom about the sticky situation and her mom responded saying that it is the dog's nature of barking at people, and if she wants to avoid it she would have to become friends with it. “Friends? With the dog?” Questioned Cindy. Never would she have thought that she would have to be nice to a dog that seemed so scary and mean. “Ok fine I’ll see if I could pet it tomorrow..”

The game was tied at 77, with 51 seconds left. The Green Gators had possession of the ball. The crowd was cheering at the top of their lungs. The Green Gators were about to score a three pointer. He shot and the crowd went silent. The ball was sailing through the air, bounced off the rim and onto the floor. The crowd gasped in astonishment.

“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!”

Setting his bag flat by the table, the bowler looked around at the empty alley. He plopped in a chair and unzipped his bag. Clutching his shoes tight, he slipped them on and removed the covers. Next he received his towel hanging it over the monitor. He then placed his balls one at a time onto the return. Picking up his strike ball, drying his hands, the bowler stepped up on the platform. He placed his feet on 13, an inch apart from one another. His eyes darted to 2nd arrow; his lead foot pulling forward. Extending his right arm out, taking his second step, all in one motion towards the lane. Now pacing forward, he took his third step lowering the ball for momentum. He stretched his arm back to parallel with his shoulders, matching his fourth

“Oh, don’t worry about it, son,” Ernest said as Phillie then headed off into another room of the house to grab a tissue for her imbued eyes. “She just still gets really emotional over what happened to him, is all. Neil was our only child and his death, and then disfigurement, is a lot for her to bear.”

[i] HOW DID I LET HIM TALK ME INTO THIS?![/i] Xia seemed to scream these words over and over in her mind as she followed her brother into the zoo. Everything about this screamed danger to the Alpha who had only entered the dome a small handful of times to retrieve supplies. How did she let her brothers big puppy eyes sway her level head into coming to this place for the sake of what exactly...? ANIMALS! God damn it Xiu. Her tail didn't wag nor did she show any signs of happiness as she stood watching as her brother made his way into the enclosure with the snow leopards. There was her entire life going into an enclosure with predators if anything happened to him if they even scratched him out of instinct, she was likely to skin them and wear their pelts! A low growl sat in her throat as she observed him, her heart racing as she watched the felines begin to engage with her brother. [b]" BE CAREFUL XIU!"[/b], she barked at the soft hearted man.