Creative Writing: Hanna's Story

An hour later, Sarah joined Painted Girl in the kitchen. Sarah’s suitcases towered over Painted Girl’s, ready to be loaded into the car.

As the dust settled in the barn following Manley’s departure, a sick reality fell upon Hulga’s mind: she had to find a way to exit the barn with only one leg to work with. She began brainstorming ideas for her escape, but none seemed reasonable considering the circumstances. After hours of contemplation, she decided that the safest option was to spend the night in the barn and make her flight the following day.

Snow gushed its way into the breeze, targeting the Washington cabin that you and your friends resided in. You were standing next to Beth -- one of the Washington siblings that own the cabin. You released an inaudible sigh before resting your elbows on the window sill, focusing on the leaves that were blanketed within the snowstorm. You could practically feel Beth squint as you applied more pressure on the wooden sill, making it creak with age.

Veronica sat up, groaning, and surveyed her surroundings. Right, Logan’s- the floor. So much for pretending that was a really long, late-night-chocolate-influenced dream.

There is a girl named Shelby, she is a party girl, a late sleeper and a person who likes to chill with her cousin Sydney while watching Netflix. Just so you know, she has a zero tolerance policy for FAKE PEOPLE, or when people are rude to her family, or when people STEAL MONEY!! The places where she is most happy is her cousin Sydney’s house speaking of which she is on her way there now!

Caiden took a deep breath to fill his lungs with air. The hiss of their automated lids lifting off their coffins made them all open their eyes. The first thing they heard in months was the clicking of their ship coming back to life, signaling they were back from their three decade long mission. Each of them took a few deep breaths to make sure they were still alive before slowly sitting up to make sure everyone else on the ship was still there. “Rise and shine, shipmates!” Mikala said with an annoyingly chipper tone. Everyone else groaned in reply. Mikala was the first to hop out of the cryogenic chamber, stretching his arms and legs before walking to his cabin.

Donovan gazed out over the dusky ground. His green eyes darted around looking for any signs of movement. A dry hot breeze hit his rugged cheeks. It was a sensation he was used to. The desert winds were kisses he had loathed and yet, was as familiar as a lover’s embrace. Every night rolled on the same. The odd trader with their beast of burden mewling in the dark. The rank smell of cow excrement tainted the seemingly desolate air. Scrub brush swayed lazily.

When Sarah detained in Nauru, for 2 days, she didn't eat anything. She mourned for 2 days because the incident that happened in the ocean grieved her heart, for she considered how her brother lost. Shaza said to Sarah, "I lost my son, and I don't want to lose you also."

I saw a picture of the teacher in “Mean Girls,” where she was saying “ you all have got to stop calling each other sluts and whores. It just makes it okay for guys to call you sluts and whores.” I felt this saying to be very power, but I believe no one sees this as a bad thing. I told myself that when people call others sluts and whore, they are just wanting attention. I’m not sure why people would want attention in that way, but I would never want it in that way. Therefore, I will not call anyone names because I simply wouldn't want anyone else to call me those names. When a harsh name gets spreaded around, It's hard not calling that someone that specific name because that's what people know them as, even though it's terrible people do it.

This is Granny Phin’s house. This is the where the annual family reunion takes place. There are three tints set up out here. One is for the food. This is the most important one. You will notice how a lot of people sit around this tint. They want to be the first to get food. Don’t be one of those people. The other two tents are for shade. There’s a bathroom inside the house. Only one. It’s almost impossible to get to. I hope you used the restroom before you came. There’s cornhole over there, a blow up house past that, and horseshoe on the other side of the yard. If you like dealing with competitive old men, get in on a game of horseshoe. You won’t be let down.

She got up as quickly as possible and started to limp inside. As she was running she screamed for Jessica, but no answer. While she was limping back inside, her leg started to hurt. With almost every step, she fell. Brittany knew that the man was about to break the machete free from the frigid ground. She was almost up the stairs to the house when the man broke the machete free. He started walking slowly toward her with the weapon pointing at the ground. She was almost inside the first door to her home when the man started up the stairs. When she was opening the second door, the man rose the machete above his head. There was a sound like a lightning bolt behind her. He immediately dropped his weapon and fell to the ground. Standing behind him she saw her roommate Jessica with a gun in her hand. She ran up to me and said, “I shot him in the head, come

The next morning, I waited on my for Ali to clear the breakfast table in the kitchen. Waited for him to do the dishes, wipe the counters. I looked out my bedroom window and waited until Ali and Hassan went grocery shopping to the bazaar, pushing the empty wheelbarrows on front of them.

I shook my head. No, I thought. He was way out of my league. He stood against the brick wall, hands in the pockets of his jeans, occasionally smoothing his hair out of his face, he had big eyebrows that he raised when he was engaged in conversation and had dark hazel eyes that looked into you, they were vibrant on the outside but if you looked into them, they were deep and held meaning. He wore a muscle shirt which emphasized his broad shoulders and muscular build and stood in a slumped position, with one leg bent and placed firmly on the wall behind him to prop him up.

Evie kept his eye all throughout Mr. Chase's opening lines, as he turned her own opening against her. It was far harder than she thought for while Evie was no stranger to looking into a man's eyes, Mr. Chase's were positively terrifying. One of the things that made Evie a fantastic escort was her ability to fall into the emotions, the feelings that her clients desired to see in her. It was something like being a chameleon, she often thought, only instead of color she matched what her client wanted Evie to feel and how he wanted her to react. It was why she had taken a full course of treatment between clients last time, needing quiet and careful therapy to bring her back to her base mental state. The client's needs from her had been so mentally

When morning came the knights began to take down our campsite and prepare for the journey home. The campfires were hastily put out. The tents were torn down. All personal items were put away, and the carts were tied to horses. With that done we started making our way to the castle where the knights would return to their normal duties and I would look after queen Jocelyn.