Creative Writing: Finding Meanings

“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.

“How could you?” she exclaims, despairingly. Her eyes begin to well as she turns away and storms off, her heart sagging in heartbreak and anguish. She hides herself in the collar of her coat, embarrassed and humiliated.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

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,

This time the store owner had called the police. Roxy had shoplifted from his establishment before but I had always been able to fix it; most times by paying double the price. Peering through the faceted glass of my front door, I could see Mr. Pachenko pacing the brick-edged sidewalk, his face pale with anger. With his blood pressure, the bright red spots on his cheeks would be with him for the rest of the night.

To Margot’s surprise, her mom was sitting at the dining room table, enjoying a cup of rose tea, and reading her favorite book A Life of Love by Marie Proguet. Her mom was startled by Margot’s sudden and dripping entrance.

We need to get to the ballpark,” Bill said ready to leave, after making sure his tools were in the toolbox. He placed placing the puppies on the seat beside his son, and stared at the mountain letting his mind wander. He knew there was something besides rocks and trees up there and like most residents, he refused to believe in ghosts. For years, they had mad excuses for the lights and screams, even though they had seen and heard them. The sheriff had searched the mountainside several times and found nothing to explain the activities. A few believed it was the ghosts of dead miners. Still others believed the lights were reflections from the moon, and the wind whistling through the trees created the screams, only a few people in Howardsville

“And why do you want to know?” Garrett asked agitatedly. Robbie plucked a generous amount of candy floss from one of Rachel’s cones.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT,” she screamed, “YOU KNOW, AND YOU’RE KEEPING IT FROM ME. YOU ARE JUST LETTING ME SUFFER THROUGH THIS.” Her voice boomed through the small townhouse, breaking on the last word. Tears start rolling down her face. Eva’s hand reached out from its place by her side, trying to hold her, fix this. She flinches away from my hand. Twisting away from the traitor.

“So you see, it wasn’t a lonely childhood,” she said. “But I missed out on a parents’ love. Much like you did.”

I knew Esther and I were in the right class when you told about Kallie. I glanced over at my beautiful daughter sitting beside me, she has lived her entire 23 years in chronic pain.....she has cats, they sleep with her, they are her babies, these kitties have brought comfort to her over the years. I see her holding one of them at times with tears in her eyes. I see the comfort they give her. I teared up when you told your story about Kallie and I wondered if Esther was touched. She was.

The whole room was intrusive: cold marble floors against his bare feet, columns reaching to nowhere, everything huge and expansive but also small and constricting at the same time, like the room couldn't decide whether it wanted Sutekh to float away into the expansiveness or be flattened to nothingness. He'd take the floating; away from those overwhelming senses, and up to the beautiful night sky that hovered above. Indeed, there was no ceiling: just expansive darkness and its pinholes.

As I turn in a slow circle, I'm confronted by Patsy, grinning like the Cheshire cat! John, however, wears a dignified smile.

Alex sat in his car staring at the tailgate of Shayla’s Chevy Luv becoming blurry in seconds of downpour distorting his windshield before the wipers squeaked across. The wipers squeaked as seconds ticked by.