Creative Writing: Erick's Room

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.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

The setting is a quiet little mountain town run by friendly, all be it, wealthy native americans. A quaint little gambling hall, or casino, was the place where our story takes place. A young man, lets call him, Guy, is a bright-eyed, ambitious reporter, who has his sights set on one day having his own bowling or woodworking advice column. It was a normal Thursday evening, and Guy entered the building where dreams are reached, and love and friendship is bloomed - the bowling alley at black oak casino. Guy was excited to take pictures of the world class bowlers who grace the world with their presence. Guy was hoping to perhaps snap the perfect photo of one of those all-american athletes and perhaps could later get the photo signed, so he could hang it above his mantle.

The room was nice. It had a living space, a bathroom and two large beds. Eric felt lucky enough to have a room with a window, facing the city. And turns out, he also got the bed by the window

I look up towards the sky and see dark clouds rolling across the sky towards the west where the sounds of gunfire could be heard off in the distance. I look around the cramped bunkhouse and see the other prisoners. The bunkhouse is cold and smells of rotting flesh and human waste. The beds are made of cheap wood and thin cloth with some hay for a mattress. The guards walk in and start telling people to wake up. I slowly get out of my wooden bed out onto the muddy floor. My feet feel cold as they touch onto the earth below. My hands start to hurt from the cuts covering them when I try and get up. I see a man refusing to get out of his bunk near the entrance of the bunkhouse. The guards saw him refusing to follow their orders and dragged

About one day later, a guard came up to him and woke him up. “Hey you, wake up. You have to get ready for your execution.”

He hadn’t slept in days. He wouldn’t sleep until everything was somewhat normal. He had made everyone stay up all night until they had a plan. They didn’t sleep very well that night.

“Hey eat the food,you ugly rat!” one of the guards yelled. The cuisine of the prison was moldy bread that looked like it was screaming for help, and soup that was like a newborn baby crying for it’s mother.

In Merrillville, Indiana on 85th avenue there is an apartment complex called the Three Lakes. Three buildings down on the right within the complex is an apartment with a very unique living room. Once entering the building, three flights of carpeted stairs are immediately within. Once the stairs are conquered fully make a left, passing two doors coming to a white door to the left with the number 711 embedded. When opening the door and entering the apartment the beige soft fibered carpet is the first feel of the room. Upon completely entering the apartment on the right wall, in front of the entrance, there is a beautiful mirror with a black glossy trimmed frame that hangs level with the eyes. When no one is in front of the mirror the reflection of the brown closet door is visible. On the left a light manila brown closet door with a unique rust colored knob smack in the middle, awaits family and visitors. This mirror has a black glossy trimmed frame and hangs at a direct eye level. When no one is in front of the mirror the reflection of the brown closet door is visible in the mirror. To the left side wall of the apartment the closet door is also immediately by the front door entrance. The closet door is a light manila brown and when closely looked at, has diagonal wood patterns covering the

Closing the door of his impeccably carved armoire, Adelmar turned and pulled his tunic down over his chest, noting how loosely it fit. He had never been strapped with muscle, even in his youth, but ruling Bahnir required more mental fortitude than physical prowess, and the wear was beginning to show. The auburn hair at his temples was losing a great battle to unwelcome, blanched invaders, and lines of worry had taken up residence at his brow.

The menacing inferno has slowly crept up to me and knew that the knives of the traitorous villain will come to me, paid by my family. All because of forgetting an important thing in life, a brush, making a pit of shamefulness all the way into my teeth.

Glass shards pierced Max's face. It was everywhere; covering her eye lids. She had somehow managed to close her eyes before it was too late.

Have you ever wondered if a dog or a cat was better than the other? Well this is a story on a dog and a cat running into each other in Jashua’s house then debating who is better.

Scorpius, walked over to the chouch siging, group therapy had been a waste, of his time, it was the same thing, pushy thereapist trying to get you to talk, and annoying girls getting emothinal, asking how this could have happen to them. The only reason he was here was because he was caught by the press, if he wasn't, his father or mother would have done nothing, and kept pretending they were prefect, but no now here he was, stuck in a place where the walls were so white, they blinded, and you couldn't even wipe your own ass, without permisson. Exhausted he moced Lilly legs out of the way before flpping down on the couch giving her a how you think it went look, "Group, therephy can suck my, dick." he muttered.

After you have completed your part of the mission, call me and let me know, then head back to the hotel and call it a night.” Jim told him. “I will then leave the Tower and drive around a little, checking to see that the ReVoLT is working and making sure they don 't follow you.” Jim smiled. “Now I 'll know where these two clowns are!” Then, with a light slap on Sam 's back, Jim told him. “Okay partner, let 's Get 'er Done!”