Creative Writing: I Am Roan

The morning sun is hidden behind a desolate gray sky. The temperatures are nearing frigid, despite the fact it’s August: always a month of sweltering heat in the District. An ashy flurry started sometime between Madge and Gale’s conversation and when they both had woken up.

"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 sea and the sky are the same,” uncle always said. At the time he had laughed, but looking out that morning; the cold sea mist clinging to my clothes, I knew he was right.

With the population of exactly twenty five thousand people, the city of Corpus was never over populated. Neighborhoods were packed with just the right amount of people and there was always just enough to go around. Aiden had only turned two when he lost his older brother, Landon. It was not because he had been in an accident or unfortunately got passed a cancer gene. However, the reason for his death was never revealed to Aiden for he was too young at the time to understand. Ever since, he was an only child to two chemical technicians, Quinn and Brooklyn Stevenson.

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

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

A child runs inside a small classroom gathering his thoughts wondering what he saw. Bewildered by what he had just seen he had become so frightened he hadn’t realized his hands were shaking. Collecting his thoughts he remembered that he heard a banging on a door someone opened it and a man with patches of flesh missing ran up and bit the student who opened the door. Dumbfound by the whole experience he began barricading the door shut and looking for something to defend himself with. Easily finding a meter stick as he entered a mathematics classroom he began sharpening it scared stiff the entire time. Finally he felt safe although he could hear running and screaming every second coming from outside the doors. Getting up he finally had the strength

Hi folks, I'm Rob. I'm originally from Mississippi, so my Texas history is not profound. I know the basics, "Remember the Alamo", and "come and take it", but the driving factors behind all of this is a mystery to me. So my expectation of this course is to learn more about one of the greatest states I have visited, and the people that laid the foundation for it to be so

Sue froze where she stood, frozen for what must have felt like hours. “You mean, he waited all of this time to paint his masterpiece and not only did he paint it for me but – he used his life to paint it.” Sue was overwhelmed at the thought, she was the reason Mr. Behrman had gone out that night, she was the reason he had passed away. “I caused his demise, my own selfishness did this!” Sue cried. Johnsy quickly took hold of Sue’s hands and said to her: “No darling, you did just the opposite, you showed Mr. Behrman what he had been looking for, for these years. You inspired his masterpiece!” Understanding then that Mr. Behrman’s sacrifice for her, was no sacrifice at all, his dream had been fulfilled and he had continued his journey. At that

Weren't there more superior tasks for a man of Roe's ability? What did he have to do to be given a task that didn't somehow demean him? Undoubtedly the answer laid in inciting a riot himself, but Roe did not have the means, or the people skills to do that.

Walking into Creg’s house is like trudging into an over cluttered garage before spring cleaning. When first stepping through the doorway one can’t help but to gawk at the six inch deep blanket of paper and wrappers covering the floor. Long pants and close-toed shoes are a necessity when visiting Creg, because the paper scratches at ankles and feet as they sink into the viscous litter. Musty smells of unwashed laundry and old boxes burns the visitor’s nostrils. Each step taken is followed by a revolting crunch. If unfortunate enough to inhale through their mouth, an overwhelming taste of dust will choke the visitor. Creg is used to it though, he comes home everyday bounds through the mess, into his living room.

He thought he would surprise Aileana tonight and see if she was up for a road trip. We would take the Harley over to the small coastal village of Tongue, which is only an hour east of Durness. Kendrick planned for them to have dinner at the Ben Loyal Hotel. They have a wonderful restaurant called The Ben. Their website stated they had ‘magnificent views of the Kyle of Tongue, Ben Loyal, Ben Hope and the ruin of Castle Varrich’ all from the restaurant. Kendrick also wanted them to enjoy one of the rooms of the Ben Loyal Hotel; he thought it would be a pleasant change for them to sightsee a tad the next day before heading back to Durness.

I am Emil Oxy, the newest recruit of the Survey Corps. And today is my first day out of the bunks, which is pretty scary considering we have to leave the wall to fight the colossal titan… My closest friend, Eren Jaeger, will be joining me on my first mission. I was surprised when Eren was pulled from his execution to join the Scouts, because Eren himself is a titan shifter, meaning he can switch between man and titan. Anyways, we started walking through the large forest when the ground started trembling. A 15 meter titan came running right at us “Emil! Put your 3D Maneuvering gear to good use!” He shouted as he grappled away on a nearby tree. To be continued…

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.

A man walked to us, “Hi everyone I am Raki”, he was a tall, skinny guy who wore a silver weave on his head, he had two silver vertical bracelets running up his arms, he wore a black shirt with diamonds on it and yellow pants with horizontal rips. “I will show you around, I have lived here for forty years, I know this planet like the back of my hand, Hev 52 is twice as big as Earth" he paused while the whole group gasped, he continued, “this is most likely where most of your grandparents lived when they were not on earth, each of the select have a castle of their own”. “The reason some of the select created this planet was because they didn’t want people’s negative talk to affect their future”. There used to be lots of animals but Tom ordered the slaughter of then, there may still be some left.