Creative Writing: Dominic

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.

beaten, robbed, “hungry” and “helpless.” This proves to be the most soul-crushing thing in his pathetic life. However in the midst of a mental breakdown, he is “stunned” by

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.

This is also brought into the very beginning of “The Depressed Person”, “The depressed person was in terrible and unceasing emotional pain, and the impossibility of sharing or articulating the pain was itself a component of the pain and a contributing factor in its essential horror.” (TDP 1). This introduction lets the reader know that this story is partially person and about the author in a way.

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.

Who Am I? I'm Malik Shaw, I've just recently in the past year made Jesus Christ my lord and savior. I can admit that it has been hard staying on the right track, but everyday I've been seeing him relay messages that help me in my daily walk in life through other people. Even though life has been hard for me I'm very fortunate. I realized in my time at Richmond Christian that a fall can humble you, but you will only change when you actually sit down, watch and totally understand that God has made a way for you. I can say that I was suppose to have been down and out for the count, but God held me up. When the devil threw his firsest punches at me. I was one day sitting in my room and a song that my favorite guitar player, pastor Johnathan dubose jr, was playing at an event and the words of the song said" I don’t believe he brought me this to leave me, nobody told me this road would be easy and I don’t believe he brought me this far

I never knew the Smokies were so close to my grandparent’s retirement village. Every summer all the cousins jammed into Grandpa’s Ford for our jaunt up the mountains. But back then the hills had no name. They were recognized only by the pop of our ears and the pink silk trees bowing down to the highway. Since those days I have grown partial to any patch of grass with “National Park” tacked to its title. Today the mimosas still tossed their petals to traffic, and the truck remembered its ever-present perfume of damp golden retriever. But today we were going to The Great Smoky Mountains National Park. “Cade’s Cove, next left,” the road sign read, and two bikes bumped along on the car hitch.

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

“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.

The next morning (Y/N) slowly woke up, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. She blinked a couple of times before looking around the room. She went to go get up before doing a double take, her eyes widening. Sitting in random places in her room were all of the characters from The Outsiders, at least all of the characters from Darry's gang. She tried not to start freakout, looking at everyone. They were just like she had imagined them.

The party just had to be as grand as possible. How could it not be? The quarter was practically bursting with business, and the family couldn’t be more content. Who wouldn’t love living in the 1920’s New orleans during the time of flapper girls, brothels, jazz clubs and bars. The people who run it love it, but the people who let’s say owe them don’t. However, like any family, there’s always a fight or some type of rift to seperate loyalties and cause drama. Unfortunately, in this family, drama can only lead to death.

Picking up the telephone, Margaret started to call Andrew to tell him about Officer Anderson. Glancing out the bay window, she saw a man walking down the sidewalk with two large dogs. Suddenly, one of them pulled on the chain, running toward the gate, barking and trying to get into the yard. Margaret rushed out to the front porch to see what was going on with the dogs. Noticing the neighbor’s cat sitting in the flower bed, she yelled for it to go home, but it didn’t move. The man yelled for the dog to come back.

Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.