Creative Writing : Experiment

To build a fire was about a man looking for a new life willing to risk it all to find one and that's

I ran, my feet bloodied and aching, my ankle unsteady and shrieking in pain. I ignored it, gasping

The officer sitting said.“I’m gonna find that body one day, and when I do you’ll be hanged for your crime,” in a confident voice.

“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.

Turning off the TV, Andrew grabbed his keys and rushed to the garage, angry for not being more cautious. Driving down the street as fast as he could to get to the cleaners, he said, “I wonder if Margaret has her phone. I will call it,” he said, pushing the buttons, he waited, and said, “Oh, no; it went directly to voice mail. She must have turned it off, but why would she do that?”

There was a sense of impeding doom that turned my stomach. Although I couldn't bear to look at the mask I held outreach to you, my eyes were tempted to look to you. I side-swiped a glance at you before you took the mask. My eyebrow arched as you looked at me, visibly distraught. My eyes did a double take, and my gaze fell curiously back on you. I sensed a feeling of unease from you, and became immediately confused. “Your master never teach you Torture 101, Mr. Ren?” Although I was mocking you, there was a sense of concern in my voice, as I looked over to the Dug and then back at you. “You look like you've seen a ghos-” Holding out the mask in front of you, I watched you intently as your eyes fixated on the item. My eyes narrowed at that reaction, and suddenly, it made sense to me. Perhaps you had seen a ghost. Fully educated in the many various connections within the Force, I wondered if in this moment you had seen anything. If in this moment, his darkness had fallen on you. I pondered the horrors you had witnessed... and if any one of those horrors was my own. I wondered if it was pain you experienced, and even... if that pain was my own.

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,

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.

“It most certainly is not,” retorted Phillie. “Freddie is that terrible man from those awful movies made years ago. The man who would attack children in their sleep.”

Have you ever been to Myrtle Beach during jellyfish season? It is terrible. When you get within about 50 feet of the water you have to watch every step. Even with jellyfish everywhere, I still like the beach. They rest of my family hated being stung, but I kept telling them, “suck it up and spray vinegar on it.”The waves were perfect for surfing and skimming. Skimming is like surfing, but you run into the water with a four to five feet long board then you jump on the board. When you get in the water and a wave comes, you spin yourself around and head back to shore. It took me a day before I could do it, but after that I was fine until I fell or got stung on the bottom of my foot.

I’ve always been known as a nerd, a good girl, a teacher’s pet; but yesterday, that all changed.

Each day Bat stared into the leafy trees above him, wingless and hopeless. Through the trees, however, was the thing he really longed to see, be and love. Above in the bright blue sky Bird could be seen swooshing and speeding through cotton candy clouds and tall magnificent jungle trees. Bat had always wanted to meet bird but every day at dawn Bird swooped up into the sky, up and up until she was just a speck on the other side of the impassible wall separating them. Every day for hours bat tried over and over to one day fly up to be with bird, however, none of them worked. Instead, Bat was met with the painful laughs and taunting the other rodents spat at him. Bat wanted to give up, to leave his fantasies, and to live the life he was meant to live but there was something always urging him not to give up. Whenever he looked up at bird he felt inside him that he was meant to fly, and that being a rodent wouldn't hold him back.

shakes in anger as he hears the girl making fun of him infront of everyone along with the boy. They didn't know what he had endured, his past. The boy didn't pick his name nor did he have parents, for most of his life, he was trapped in a cage being experimented on countless number of times...cold and alone, he tilt his head down trying not to cry as he remembers the name of what he was called by all the scientist, the ones who took everything from him, tormented him, Seven finally released there was no such thing as friends, or being a hero..... why would he help those who never came for him in the first place.

I hunkered down behind the massive boulder and managed to wedge myself between it and another stone and I kicked out. It didn’t budge. I shoved again, harder, but it wouldn’t give an inch. My only option was to use

When lunch period came around, I stepped out of my previous classroom and started walking towards the cafeteria to look for Niall. I turned the corner stepping towards the cafeteria entrance when I feel a strong grip tug on my arm. I turn my head in time to see a closed door. I smell the faint cologne I've grown to feel nervous around.