Creative Writing: Finding The Blood Trail

The protagonist is excited about the hunting trip, but initiates the event with a sense of innocence and curiosity. Another factor in Andy's willingness to go hunting may be in order to please her father or show that she is capable of doing everything a boy can do. While the hunters spend multiple days searching for game, Andy is the only one who comes in contact with the deer. While the characters hunt in the location where Andy saw the deer, Andy prays that they finally get a deer. On a second occurrence, she comes in contact with a deer. This time, the deer does not run away and stays stationary, grazing in the open. When the hunters finally spot the deer, Andy is asked if she wants to shoot it. Initially, she is frightened by the idea, but collapses under the weight of the peer pressure exerted by the impatience of Charlie and the expectancy of her Father. She finally holds the gun in her hand and aims the gun at the doe's chest area. While her mind began to blank out, she stopped thinking about the fact that she had never shot a living creature before and pulled the trigger. After the shot had been made, the doe eventually fell to the snow covered ground, and was assumed dead. Upon seeing the doe laying on the ground, the hunters walked steadily towards it, congratulating Andy for her clean shot. While

The world is on fire. I crouch in the small interior of a vessel. Watching in disbelief as everything burns. I shall tell you what I know of how this tragedy came to be.

“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

"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.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

“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.

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

He stepped into the headlight of my car as a ground-shaking BOOM following a massive burst of light shook the earth.

His blood was on my clothes and on my skin. They had my fingerprints imprinted in the stuff. It was all the evidence they needed. It was all the evidence anyone would need. I didn’t kill him, though. Honest.

I am a writer. I wrote what I saw, and what I saw was a massacre.

One thursday afternoon around 12:30 me and my friends andreas and emily were sitting on on top of the monkey bars at my current school , St. Thomas More talking. Andreas would always jump off the monkey bars to show off to Emily, me and the other girls. We would always watch kind of amazed as Andreas jumped off the monkey bars landing perfectly. He gave us a look as if it was our turn to jump. We ignored him as we made room for Andreas and other girls to come up to sit.

He’s pretty much exactly what you imagined. He’s a chameleon of sorts. His age was unknown, somewhere between twenty-nine and fifty. He’s a spy.

As he thumbed off the safety, he allowed himself one last, stolen glance at the sculptured head, arching up to grasp an apple. Jamie swallowed and Pulled the trigger as he saw the buck leap really high and fall onto his back. The other deer ran away in fear. Jamie was so eager to get a closer look so he ran up to the buck and he saw his eyes were closed, then he remembered that his dad told him that a person should never walk up to the deer right away, and if he did make sure that the eyes we're not closed. As soon as he remembered Jamie jumped in fear, the buck was gone. Jamie looked and saw blood where the buck took off. He decided to follow the blood trail. After about five minutes Jamie couldn't see blood anymore and there was two paths

TRUE! -- nervous -- very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses -- not destroyed -- not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily -- how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

The experiment went on for hours. With each passing hour, the blonde man’s eyes glistened with more voracity, like a glutton in an all-you-can-eat buffet or better yet, an avenger who is about to get sweet revenge on the enemy who killed his entire family. Other German men sitting behind him kept busy, excessively taking notes of the ordeal/event. As the experiment went on, their already pale skin started to lose even more color at the sight of sheer terror in front of their eyes. These men were not exactly the faint-of-hearts; they have carried out and bore witness to some of the humanity’s most heinous acts all across Europe, and yet the scenes that unfolded before their eyes were so grotesque they could not keep a straight face. One of the