Creative Writing: Fair Brown And Trembling

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

The day that my big sister drove away to college was the day my life changed. For the past 15 years, I had wanted to live and breathe whatever she did. A living shadow, I guess would be a good way to describe it. She was just so cool. Who wouldn’t want to be her?

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

“ What! This means that you won’t love me as much, and I’ll have to give up my room!” predicted Ruthie.

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

“I’ll raise her as my own, Miles, she’ll be safer than Sebastian tucked away in his Castle.”

She had been blessed with long, silky, blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes. I loved her eyes. They were the same color as our father’s, and with him gone, I often felt as though Kayla was my only way to hold on the a small glimpse of him I still had in my life. Our father had died when Kayla had only just turned four, so she didn’t have the memories of him that I did, and I knew she envied me for it. She was too sweet to ever treat someone with animosity, even if they deserved it, as I felt I probably often did. I was the fiery sister, the one with stubbornness leaking from every pore. I was the one who held grudges, and made sarcastic comments. She, in turn, was quick to forgive and offer favors. I envied her, this. I simply hadn't the patience to deal with all the backbiting falsies of the world. As I stood there, thinking these thoughts, she drew away from the door of her room, coming instead, to the door of mine. She leaned quietly against the door frame, simply watching me as I reached for my boots. She was a quiet one, my sister, always observing, taking the measure of everyone she crossed. I wondered what she was thinking now, with her watchful eyes gazing at me with thoughtfulness. Finally, after a moment or two she spoke. “ Are you ok, T? I heard your argument with mom.” I quickly looked up at her from where I sat on the bed, pulling on my brown and turquoise boots. Mom and I had been arguing about Kayla’s medicine. I hadn't known she could hear us, talking in low, fierce voices in the

"I reckon it's time for breakfast.” Bard said, changing the subject "What do you guys want?" The cook asked "I'll have eggs, hold the dynamite" Finny said raising his hand "Me too" Mayrin said as she and Finny sat down to wait.  The peaceful silence in the room was suddenly shattered by Sebastian's crying.   "You must be hungry too.” Mayrin said, smiling. "Mayrin, what do baby's eat?" Finny asked, causing Mayrin's cheeks to flush red. “Oh! Well, I've got some roses to take care of in the garden so I’ll be back later I guess" Finny stammered, backing out of the room, his face bright red. Finny pulled the door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges, and ran out. "Now it’s just you and me.” Mayrin said, untying her apron and unbuttoning her

What happens to those who we’ve lost? The ones that have come and gone so quickly that their lives are no more than a flicker of light? What happens to those who remain trapped in their homes, frozen in fear, closed doors and shuttered windows, and the only sounds they make are echoing footsteps? What happens to the drowned, the bruised and bloodied, the sick?

The lights flickered, Mr. Perry blurred “Daylight in the Swamp’’ I jumped out of bed and hit my head on the real, it felt like a brick had hit me across the face. The first thing I had to do was get dressed. When I was done, I went to brush my teeth. I had thought in my brain saying,

Icy sweat had split Murphy’s forehead into sections of moisture and flesh. He couldn’t fixate on what was causing him such distress. He only knew that he was afraid of the unknown. He glanced around at his surroundings, but most of his senses had failed him. To say the room was dark would be an understatement. He was surrounded by a void of perpetual darkness that seemed to surround his pale complexion, gnawing away at the faint glow his skin once possessed. Since his sight had failed him, he strained to listen for any hint of activity, but the more he concentrated on the abyss the less noise he could hear. It was as if he had descended to the bottom of the Mariana Trench; the pressure from the water impeding his ability to hear, see,

Although Amethyst had put careful thought into this, John had been thinking that there might be a problem with the Aunt but when Amethyst hadn't mentioned it he had let it go. She could hardly get to sleep that night, but when she did Aunt Jessie snuck in and searched around knowing the six year old wouldn't wake up. She found the box and checked inside finding the hundreds of dollars hidden there. She took it too her room and brought back ropes which she used to tie Amethyst to the bed. She did this very carefully making sure Amethyst didn't wake up. She then left the room and closed the door and waited for Amethyst to wake up.

As you are walking down the sidewalk in Cleveland you feel something cold hit your left ear. You look over and realize that it was only one of the many snowflakes that have begun falling from the inky blue sky. The cold chill causes you to shudder as you continue on your path down the slushy street. As cars pass, the grey mixture splashes onto your shoes. Surveying the damage the slush has done to your new sneakers, you accidentally wander off the well lit sidewalk and into a dark alleyway.