Creative Writing: Entering The Cell

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

Weeks later, as Snowman stares into the familiar bright green eyes, he thinks back to what led him here, forgetting the fact that in a few moments, his whole world will be turned upside down.

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

In the beginning everything was dark with only faded miniscule slivers of golden light filtering through the walls, which are enclosing me into a small, capsule-like prison. The bright light is occasionally blotted out, giving me the impression that I am being watched. Watched by what? I don’t know, but discovery lies only seconds away. The heavenly feeling I receive, stronger night after night, has become unbearably irresistible. It puts me through an intense agony as the walls of my capsule close in on me, becoming tighter. Eventually the pain will be unbearable and the pulling, heavenly feeling will graciously grant me the privilege of being able to scarper from my captivity. Perhaps I possess more strength than I have assumed. I will search

Upon taking a flashlight, brand new with full battery life, into the tunnel, I found the fuse box that controls the lights overhead. After opening it, I found all the fuses were in perfect condition and functional, once confirming this fact I proceeded to move the switch into an upwards position to test if power was still coming in. To my surprise, the light came on without hesitation, save for the few that blew out instantly. With the lights now on, I ventured farther into the tunnel to record its length and depth. At around one mile in, the smell of decay and old blood was becoming stronger and the walls were beginning to turn red from what I can confirm to be blood, purely that of a

The sun was about to rise, but it was still dark outside in the city of Crete. A tall muscular man with chestnut brown hair and eyes that shifted between an emerald green and an electric blue was getting ready for the upcoming race by running laps around the city. His name was Grigolo and he claimed to be the fastest runner on the planet. Grigolo got out of his bed quite loudly and his wife stirred in her sleep groggily asking,

I sighed deeply as I sat back on the bed. After the police arrested me and put me in here, I haven’t seen any form of humanity for the week that I’ve been in this jail cell. The meals are passed through a flap on the door and no one came to visit. It all started that morning….

Restless shifting of bed linens. A trickle of sweat sliding down a pain contorted face. Hand fisted white knuckle in the sheets. Breaths coming in shallow quick pants of pain and fear. His head swiveled and tilted to the sounds coming from down the corridor. A slow inhalation of air through the nose to scent it. Damp earth, death, old blood, panicked fear of a female, a slayer. These where the ones that meant something. The others came and went with the dreams but those, they where all ways there. Always underlying the changing backdrop of images that seamed to be interchangeable. Always a corridor and at its end a group of cells. Three to the right and three to the left and the largest one it dead ended in was lit with a dim hazy gold light. Its front ten inches or more of clear plexiglass. Beyond this a bed large enough for two unlike the six cells lining the wall, a toilet, a sink but nothing for privacy. The female slayer was usually in the bed when he reached the plexiglass wall but not always. He opened his eyes to the shadowy blackness of the corridor that even his enhanced sight couldn't penetrate, but he knew from the damp earth smell that if he lifted his hands over his head that he could lay the palms of his hands flat on the ceiling and he would feel the roots of

The wind rushes past me as I barrel through the forest, oblivious to the noise I am creating in my wake. There is only one option. We have to get out. Get out as fast and far as possible before it's too late. Before they find us.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jonathan. He wanted to go on vacation. So he called 7-1-1 for a taxi.

I glanced down at the scruffy Chihuahua mix happily chewing on a discarded stick, her tail furiously wagging back and forth. When she heard her name, she quickly lifted her brown head and looked up at me before returning to her previous task. I smiled and snatched the stick from the ground, slowly backing away from her. Princess quickly stood up and let out a defiant bark, which earned a laugh for me. She playfully lunged at the stick multiple times until I gave up and tossed the stick over my back, watching her chase after it. Princess was such a unique dog, and I was grateful that my uncle got her for me after years of pleading my family for a dog. At first, I was little bummed out because she was a small dog and I wanted a bigger breed, but I immediately got over that within an hour or so of having her. She was nothing short of a spitfire, and she had such a great personality. It was impossible not to love her. If anything ever happened to her, I

“Well I came all the way from Taxes to New York just to get arrested.”

“Run” Anna whispered, her voice barely audible as she pressed a hand to her chest. “RUN” She yelled this time, launching herself into a full sprint towards the cave system that the others had already taken cover in. A light humming sound could be heard from not too far away, a sound they knew far too well. “Uncle Mike....”

My Patient is Larry Johnson a high school junior come up on his senior year. He is also a top prospect in the high school football. Larry is expected to do big thing on the colligate level. Since he’s such a big football star my first question for him was how popular are you. He chuckled and said “everybody loves Larry” which I could imagine so. Then I began to ask him about his expectation of his senior year. Though he is great on the field Larry has struggled in the classroom. As of right now though he has the talent to play at the next level he has a 2.2 GPA but also needs need 200 more points on his SAT which means he doesn’t have any room for comfort. So since he isn’t able to have some freedom like most High School students. I asked him what his plan was in order to meet the meet the expectation and stay on top of his GPA. He said “that he signed himself up for SAT prep classes and that in order to stay on top his grade he had to not apply himself on the field but also in the classroom. And that he applies himself there isn’t anything he can’t do.

I had some money left over and I was playing a game. I had a crate (something you open up with a key, which costs money) and I wanted to open it. I bought a key and opened the crate. Within the crate, there a various items with different price points. I managed to get something worth $20 (real money),