Creative Writing: Hollings

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

"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.

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.

“You may begin!” Everybody dived into the paper. I stood at the front of the room with the timer in my hand. As the timer went off, I yelled,

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.

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.

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.

From when I was two years old until I was ten, my parents routinely shuttled my brother and I to the local Sears store every few months to get our pictures taken. My brother and I would sit patiently, smiling, in front of the background my parents chose while the photographer snapped away. After, all the pictures would be analyzed, the best ones selected and picture sizes determined. About an hour after arriving in the mall, my family and I would leave with multiple printed pictures in hand, ready for distribution to relatives or a photo album. Yet, after I turned ten, my mother increasingly opted to take pictures of my brother in I at home with her own camera and printer. This shift from going to Sears to get

Jake opened his pocket watch, tipping the crystal face toward the low flames of the campfire. Another hour before daylight and he’d pick up Duvall’s trail. The muscles in his jaw clenched, hate pulling at every part of him. He’d kill Duvall, and he’d do it with Texas’ silent blessing. No judge had pronounced a sentence, but Jake saw the outlaw pull the trigger—watched Harrison die.

It was late. The moon had risen high and the starry sky brightening up the dark night. Various hex-tech lamps lit up the mostly clear streets of Piltover, and the buildings had their lights off. All, but one.

I, half-dead with thirst, came upon a silver Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when I put my beak into the mouth of the silver Pitcher I found that only very little water was left in it, and that I could not reach far enough down to get at it. I tried, and I tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and I took a pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into

Thirteen months have past since the dilectus visited my home at Apta Julia in southern Gaul. The recruiter told me of the glories and riches I could earn while serving Rome, he told me of the women the plunder and the fantastic retirement deal. Eager to bring my future child into a better world I enlist. The training was torturous. I witnessed dozens of men no older than seventeen, still boys. Be put to the sword after failed attempts to desert.

Samuel put down the Sun Newspaper, and removed his glasses with a satisfying smile on the corner of his mouth. More and more population are flooding to New York. It is not easy in New York City, where many people become merchants, and it is quite competitive. Thanks to the Erie Canal, his importing business has been constantly growing. He needs to make this investment. Samuel worked quite hard to become this successful in the hardware merchant business. From metal, nails, screws, to farm implements, he sells anything that earns a copper. Mr. Duncan saved every dime he could get (everyday life in 1800s).

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.

On 5/3/17 I met Mr. Holtslander at the office of Dr. Lis. Mr. Holtslander reports that he has made progress with his left arm. His range of motion is better and his strength is better than it was. The pain will still happen when he moves fast quick moves. He reports he still has a clunking, grinding in the shoulder. Examination showed the left arm is better. Dr. Lis feels that Mr. Holtslander would benefit from continued physical therapy. He may never fully get rid of the pain and clunking but he should get better function from the arm. Dr. Lis does not feel he needs surgery and should continue to improve. Physical therapy and no use of the left arm continue.