Creative Writing: Hairy High School

Think about your experiences of writing at college. Which types of assignments have you found helpful in strengthening your writing skills? Where do you want to improve your writing? What’s the most useful advice you’re received that’s helped you improve your writing. Be as specific as possible.

Upper school English teacher Ms. L.C. says her favorite smell is that of a melting popsicle in the summer. “I love the sweet fructose of the popsicle juice,” said L.C. “Especially the way it combines with the smell of the wooden stick.”

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

"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.

This is it. The championship game is in the last quarter, down to a minute and a half. The line of scrimmage is at the 10-yard line. Jeffery, the quarterback, fields the snap, and he looks for an open receiver. Tommy, his best friend and the tight end, is unmanned in the end zone. The throw is perfect. The crowd roars in excitement that Thomas Jefferson High School won the State Championship.

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.

Now, the book did not get interesting until page 139. When the storm hit the school with Johann Albrecht, Johann Kaufmann, Heinrich and Elias Kaufmann, Peter and Johann Graber, and their half-brother Andreas, and finally their teach Mr. Cotton all in attendance. With the boys knowing the plan laid out by their parents in

At recess Sebastian went to all the places that Jack liked to go but Jack was known were. When the final bell rang Sebastian headed to Mr. Youngblood classroom to explain what had happened in science.

One day, I walked upstairs to my warm third grade class at John Stewart Elementary school. As I started my morning work, which usually included math, that was on my desk, my teacher, Mrs.Biddle announced, "Today we are going to pick table names!"

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

The cold, brisk air hit their fragile bodies harsh like a cluster of bricks. Manda jumped and giggled at the tiny, yellow bird brushing past her head. Misty snarled and whipped herself around to smack the bird with all the power she managed in the freezing weather. Manda gasped and hurried over to the bird. “Why’d you do that?” she asked with fake tears in her voice. Misty snarled and threw the injured bird hard on the ground. The bus made a deafening screech sound as it pulled down the driveway. Together the girls made a run without hesitation as the bird took its last breath before disappearing from this world.

The deformed shape stared back at me, resembling my appearance in a twisted way. In the reflection, I saw a man, no more than a stranger—with ashen skin, a figure of crooked tallness and dusky hair, like mine, that curled into a mist of twilight. It wasn’t a very accurate reflection for a mirror. At least I believed it was a mirror, for it mimicked my every movement and imitated the soccer ball tucked beneath my arm, though the shape was bent in places. These distorted mirrors filled the wall, with its paint flaked like snow, they arranged beneath the faded colours of opulent draperies that cloaked this attraction of the carnival. Moonlight crept through an open aperture between the materials, shattering off the glass and falling throughout the closed-in area. I knew its purpose was centered entirely on being humorous: a quirky and comical asset, which was evident as amusement poured through the contagious sounds of children’s laughter. I watched two siblings, curious. The crying boy tugged at his mother’s hand and the girl with a head of

To test the bridge’s functionality, an animated truck traveled across what the student built. If the bridge was weak, the truck wobble or move slowly. In most circumstances, their design would crumble. The designer, or the student, had to set all their material at the right price without going higher than $200,000,000.