Creative Writing: Get To The Ballpark

I don’t know when the consultant will visit again, and we need more supplies for the office.

“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.

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.

The baseball field is filled With players from two big teams. Nine players out on the field, And nine batters ready to run. The pitcher warming up his arm, And the catcher warming up his catch.

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.

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.

David and I are playing baseball in the back yard when Catherine walks over to the neighbors house. David wants to give up but when she walks by I say “we have five balls left. Catherine, tell him when to swing.” He lifts his bat i pich and she yells

2 outs down by one 13-12. Sweat dripping down my face I feel like i'm taking shower. Next pich a line drive right at me I jump and… I go to get the ball I keep looking at the same time the ball is hopping its why to the outfield. “Get the ball!

The car moves slowly on the cemented road. The highly amusing laughter changes into a random giggle as they pass a white corral style fence that separates the adjacent golf course. A 50 foot netted barrier mirrors the freeway side of the road, constructed many years ago, to prevent stray golf balls from ending up on the Golden State freeway.

People are rushing by, it’s lunchtime, and it’s chilly. I look up at the old buildings of this small city and wonder why no one is paying attention to them. Turning the corner there is an alley decorated with an archway and vines, the brick has been painted to look like windows full of vases of flowers; children smiling; curtains. Looking back at the street I wonder if the passing cars can see the group standing in the alley. Approaching a local coffee shop, there is a stand outside the door selling tacos, or was it taco soup? The owner comes outside to chat with the group and I think about how nice is. We gather around for a picture, I try to hide in back but suddenly I’m pushed to the front, damn my height. Standing in the shade I look at

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.

Anya rubs her small hands together against the growing cold. “I thought you were going to die,” she states, staring at me with her forest green eyes. For a second, I think maybe, just maybe I see some emotion. Then her walls go back up. “A shame we’d never be so lucky,” she snorts in jest, giving me a little shove with her shoulder as she walks past.

When we got to Roberto's school they locked the car and left me in the car and told me to not move.As soon as I saw them walk in the doors I started to get really scared I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.I was thinking to myself "what is going to happen to mama and papa or even Torito and trampita."I need to get out of here".I was debating to myself "should I try to escape or should I just wait".Then at the corner of my eye I saw the men in green uniform walk closer and closer to the car I froze.

A lone figure, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, sits on one of the chairs grinning, with his head propped on his hand. PHIL opens the door and shuffles in, putting his briefcase down, and taking out papers, a pen, and an audio recorder.

The ball comes speeding towards me; the world freezes around me. It’s just me and the ball. I can feel my teammates staring at me; depending on me to block the ball. Time resumes, there’s a loud swoosh! The ball comes swiveling into the net of my broad lacrosse stick. There’s a blasting horn, indicating that the game has come to an end.