Creative Writing: Harry Hunter

“Oh how rude of me, my name is Sara but of course even knows me as the flower witch. Would you three like to follow me to my backyard?” Sara asked while walking that way.

"Yes, alpha, have a safe trip.” I hanged up the phone. After hearing about the girl, I was antsy throughout my whole meeting. My wolf wanted to go home right aways so as soon as the conference was done I made it back to my territory. When I reached the pack house everybody was outside having a cookout. The kids were playing while the grownups watched over them.

I'm very outgoing person, but that doesn't work here at Hickman. I've learned that you have to either fall in the “smart” category or the “dumb” category being outgoing and fun to be around isn't really a thing. It took me some time to realize that there isn't a true friend here, once you tell your “best friend” something the whole schools know, so it's just easier to keep your feeling in or everyone know.

A hand crashed through the glass on the side of Caesar's body. The thing was reaching for her. She aimed the gun at the thing and squeezed the trigger. The thing didn't flinch, but grabbed her wrist and took a deep bite. She squeezed the trigger several more times and all the bullets hit the thing. It collapsed to the ground. Eva's heart exploded exploded in her chest. She kicked the door open and looked at the thing on the ground. Was it the Jersey Devil everybody in these parts are talking about. No, the Jersey Devil wasn't real or was it? No, it was just a strange tale that parent's tole their kids to make them stay out of the woods.She gulped in air and kneel down beside the creature. This was no Jersey Devil.

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.

The stones looked out of place and uneven as Edward wandered the street. He hold one hand on the wall as he walked. One time he almost slipped, but he steadied himself on a railing. It almost made him vomit. The drunkenness tore him apart every day, but he could not stop it. Joy appeared in the ale he drank, and when the glass was dry, the sadness hurt again. He had tried to forget it for years, but the memory always came back. Edward remembered himself standing in the chaos trying to help a cause he did not remember. The entire memory bore violence, blood and a death in the family. That day was a turn of events for him. He remember him holding a rifle and shooting warning shots in the air. Edward was sixteen, a man grown, with start of a beard

"I know you need to go as quietly as possible and find the setoff traps and throw them in the dumpster outside"

lliot Harrison wasn't quite sure where she had gone wrong. Maybe it was because they'd spent one night too long in that beat down hotel, maybe it was because she'd forgotten how to use her brain for a second and shot a walker that caught up to her instead of getting her knife out and danger had already been lurking around the corner. Maybe none of it mattered at all because somehow, she was going to end up exactly where she was.

Annabelle looked at the band of musical robots, then focused on the leader. “You say you know a werewolf who could lead us too the girl. Where is this wolf?”

Kyle followed close behind Myra, shedding the blanket because of the fire's warmth. Myra's eyes kept flitting from left to right, searching for any signs of movement. The scales on her wrist caught the light and reflected off the smooth ice of the cave.

She walked up to the small group that was heading out, she lifted her right arm up

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. We were so excited! My best friend Summer and I were on our way to a Sam Hunt concert, who is our favorite singer. We were singing all his songs, when all of a sudden, we were in the biggest traffic jam I had ever seen on the interstate. I didn't think we were going to make it. When we came up to the next exit, we got off and it seemed like there was nobody there. It was so quiet. We pulled over to put the address in the GPS and we noticed there was a limo coming down the deserted road. It was going very slow. A couple seconds later, it pulled over right behind us.

Charlie is happier before the operation when he was less intelligent. After Charlie had the operation he said he feels more alone then ever. He never felt alone or anger towards anyone or anything. Before the operation he felt like he had real friends but after it he had no one. He realized that the people who he thought were his friends were only making fun of him. In the text it sates "I feel a lot better today, but I guess I'm still a little angry that all the time people were laughing and making fun of me because I wasn't so smart." This piece of evidence shows how Charlie felt after he realized what his "friends" were really laughing at and what "pulling a Charlie Gordon really meant." He now feels angry towards them and this is an emotion

I'm a senior graduating in May. In my four years at LSU, I've not felt more inclined to nominate a faculty member for an award until I took Dr. Sheehan-Dean's class. He is a phenomenal professor that's engaging and accessible. He goes out of his way to help students and gives detailed feedback on all assignments. He doesn't take attendance, but he's such an excellent lecturer that his classes are always full. His expertise with the Civil War, in my opinion, is unmatched, and he communicates that knowledge clearly and effectively.

Lions have undergone an interesting history as they evolved from their feline ancestors. Lions are believed to be a symbol for pride, focus, and domination, etc. The feline ancestors of the lion have gone many adaptations through time. The lion has evolved to survive in it’s habitat. The felines ancestors would look different if stood by the modern lion.