Creative Writing : Essay

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Writing a paper on the writing process is pretty hard. The writing process is different from one person to another. You come across questions like, 'What exactly is the writing process?'; and 'Must you follow one persons writing process if yours is different?'; This is where I came across the answer to my questions, write however you wish to write. If one person likes free write first and another person likes to write a draft first, let them do how they please.

He sighs - it's been too long of a day and it's only almost half past two. He rubs at his forehead and gestures to the pile of papers on his desk, "Just come and grab the rubric. Once you have a partner, come write your pairs down on the sign-up sheet and grab your bag of flour."

I didn’t know if Dale and I were out on a date or just spending time with each other. opening doors, holding out my chair, me snatching him back before he walks into a light pole, in front of a moving car, or trip over the sidewalk all because he kept looking at me. I didn’t know if I was flattered (highly) or frighten (highly as well). When hours or days go by and with me only remembering him opening his car door on a bright sunny day as I was getting into and… Dale opens the car door for me at night to getting out, what girl wouldn’t be a bit spooked. I knew I was in love with Dale and not just because of his good looks, had blinding smile, or his lips kissing me felt… Let’s leave the turning my legs to soft dough out of this conversation. What girl wouldn’t fall to pieces the way he lifts my leg. However, but something just didn’t feel… right. Tonight we were having dinner at his house and then to the movies.

When the doors closed, and the elevator began its descent, he caressed my hand. With my peripheral vision, I noticed Brian caressing my fingers while he stared straight ahead, with a smirk on his face. I pulled my hand away swiftly, rested on my chest and moved away from his reach. As soon as the elevator door opened, I put further distance between us.

“Yeah,” She said throwing a white zip up hoodie with black strings at me, “And put this on, and this way to the mirror.”

Shamelessly, I sit and stare at him, taking in the tiny details. I see small cracks covering his lips, the way he constantly lets his eyes wonder round the room then back to me; making sure there arent any other threats, the grey flecks scattered around his deep blue eyes. How he runs his hands gently through his oak brown curls, the way he takes long breaths, and how he stares right back at my sinister gaze unfazed, as if

“For you, love, I have a special offer.” You lean forwards towards her, turning your cheek slightly. “I'll do it for a peck on the cheek.”

Memories of his hand pressed against my cheek last night, move through my mind, making my cheeks warm. I’m about to look away, but his eyes catch mine and it’s too late.

It was obvious John had dropped everything to rush to Alexander’s side as soon as possible. His hair had been messily pulled back, with a few stray strands sticking out here and there. The tan overcoat he was wearing had only been half-buttoned, and those buttons were mismatched and appeared to be the product of doing them up one-handed as he hurried out the door. In that fleeting moment, Alexander realized how lucky he was to have a boyfriend like

I rub two fingers, hard, over my left eyebrow. The throbbing has become intense. “It doesn’t matter,” I say.

Rogue finally turns around, his glasses back on his face as a warm smile spreads across his lips. "There," he says softly. "I can see you better now." He looks down at his feet shyly, then finally says, "And I accept your offer. Maybe...lunch tomorrow? I know a good deli that's right across the street from the Preforming Arts building."

The mechanisms inside my cheeks contract my lips to a smile. My legs uncross, strong. I gather my things, my coffee. I stand, looking down at her.

1. David’s primary purpose in sending a message is to inform the reader that the car company will not honour the customer’s claim. The writer’s priority is to inform the reader that the company would like to honour the claim, but point out that it could not happen because the warranty is expired.

I pause my sewing and look at her.” No, I was focused on fixing these pants”