Creative Writing: Hi Jeda

“Creative Writing” by Etgar Keret, shows the struggles of the couple grieving a miscarriage, though their stories that they wrote in creative writing class. Maya the wife write three different stories, the first one showing how a loss of an unborn child can make someone feel like they have died, or lost a part of themselves. The second is about how a women a may go through a period where she feels detached from her husband. The third is about the journey of accepting a miscarriage and ready try again. Aviad’s story is about continuously adapting to change and always remembering where you came from.

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

I play football here at ULM and we have been in our fall camp for the last 23 days. It is a mental, physical, and emotional strain and tensions are running high. One day early on in camp we were out in the blistering heat practicing. We were almost finished when we called a screen pass and I was going to be the main blocker for the play and if I messed up it wouldn't work. Then as soon as the ball was snapped I stepped with the wrong foot first. This slowed me down and the defender was able to clobber our receiver behind the line of scrimmage. My position coach, Coach Clark, immediately ran over yelling, "What are you doing? Where is the direction you can't lose your man on that play?" I knew what I had done wrong, "I can't let him get up the

You are actually able to drive in these places automatically, without us having to make any changes to your account. You just need to have DC driver's license. Upon checking your account, I can see that you have a Maryland Driver's License. Therefore, if you wish to drive at Washington, D.C., feel free to attach to this email your license at D.C.

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.

Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed

Today after dinner Nyasha and I had decided to go on a walk since the weather was really nice. I ended up asking her about her mother's education and she stopped me “Tambu my mother does not want respect if she did she would stand her ground and not let my dad have the amount of control he has on her now”. I was shocked by her answer but was not surprised because it did come from her. But she was not done “Even when she goes back to the homestead it gets even worse. It is like she bows down to him like he is her master or something. I just do not get how she could be my mother because if that was me I would have been gone a long time ago.” After her rant, I just looked at her stunned I looked at her straight in her eyes and she looked

Vana looked out the window incredulously. It was an odd experience, one of complete and utter blackness. There were, however, spots of light that she didn’t immediately realize were stars. It felt wrong; they didn’t twinkle. She felt a sense of security but also a little shaky discerning that. She’d always been skeptical about anything theological, but now that she’d seen more of the world than she’d ever seen before, she almost believed in an omniscient, omnipotent, and omnipresent god. She was all but paralyzed with awe.

Kisara looked over at Seto as he had his hand on the small of her back she followed him to his study while thinking to herself could she trust him with this information,she had already known about their past life together and maybe it was weird for her to be reborn but here was standing right in front of him.

Pursing her lips, Elowen glared at the unruly canvas, its drying paint stubbornly defying her.

Hi Kiersten: learning to say No, is hard. Once you set a priority and realize what’s important trust me, whoever its your real friend, is going to understand when you say No. True friends will understand and support your decisions. Family will definitely keep you focus because no matter what, for me family is support and love. The person that truly loves you will always want the very best for you. I am happy that you feel focused and enrolled back in school.

Camira walked silently with the other girls along the corridor the queen was leading them down. Camira studied the walls. The other corridor had paintings, whereas this one had maps. Lots of maps.

Thanks for your prompt response on this matter. Major those Absentees don't make any type of sense. The excuses were doctor's appointments, and I was in class part of the day. I came to class and leave at the time of my appointment. I am only out of class when I am sick. The gym excuse I was in gym class, and I got an allergic reaction from unknown substance in the gym that causes my eyes to become blood shoot red. Capt. Jensen sent me home. I have the same doctor’s appointment coming up again, now I am scared to make them because I don’t want my permanent records to smear with absentees. This is really bad for me. I don’t take things like this too lightly, being on time and present is very important to me.

I am doing well and I hope you are too! I remember meeting you in Mrs. Vera’s office. Thank you so much for referring Ashley to WPU. I’ve spoken with Ashley yesterday and she submitted her application and test scores to me. I am currently waiting on her transcript, which she mentioned that she has requested her Guidance Counselor to mail over. Academically, the way things are looking so far, I believe she does have a great chance of being admitted. However, she mentioned that she was suspended during her sophomore year. I am currently following-up with her high school to get some clarification on the suspension (hopefully nothing major).

Since you have left us alone on the journey we have come across many creatures and boundaries. Where do I begin? Ah, I shall confess as the company and I approach many marshes and damp weather. There arose the Misty Mountains it didn’t look as pleasant as I thought it would be, it somehow frightened me. Though we approached Lake-town and of course it was inhabited my humans as you know. We was wet, dirty and filled with bruises once we got out of the barrels. That’s how we escaped the wood elves. But once Thorin announced himself people began to remember the old tales about dwarves wanting to reclaim their gold and the mountain which is why we are on this adventure. We moved toward the master although he seems a bit obnoxious for