Creative Writing: In The Mood

To build a fire was about a man looking for a new life willing to risk it all to find one and that's

Jamie swallowed and took one big breath, this would be his last breath that he shared with the auburn red deer with white specks. His sweaty thumb reached for the trigger, a moment of silence was placed over the last few seconds before he griped the trigger of his grandpa's rifle. BANG! He watched as the bullet went soaring thru the air. His body still as the bullet spirals thru the air and pushes thru the outer layer of the deer skin, he watches as it twists and turns thru the next two layers until it reaches the inside. Jamie could tell as soon as the bullet passed thru the deer's skin because as soon as it hit the fragile doe the creature turned its head to look at Jamie, the look looked like the animal was saying to the boy, ok and that

“How are we going to get Amanda (Painter lady) away.” questioned William. When we were in the car for a stretched amount of time I was thinking why would William actually think this because she's doing the right thing. An hour has gone by, Aunt Caroline, Uncle Brandon, and William were talking about Amanda while we were still in the car. Aunt Caroline was talking on and on about how much she hated Amanda, besides I told her that she isn’t that bad if you really look at her. Aunt Caroline was still driving --- another hour went by, we finally got into the country. When we all got out of the car Aunt Caroline was talking about how Amanda can’t just make a painting go next to the wall and not on the wall.

Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over

“Are you well?” asked Ulrich. “You don’t look it. I can call for the guard…”

Her lover turned and let his hand idle over the door to his right, its large silver knob cast a glow to the surface of his hand making it appear white. He glanced at the sky saying a prayer, he heard the shallow breathing and anxious fret of the maiden. Turning quickly he threw open the door to the left, unable to imagine a life without his love. The tiger sprang out, its muscles pulsing under its titian fur. It dug its protracted claws into the ground, showing its aciculate teeth. The tiger leaped and bore down on him, its claws outstretched, lacerating his chest and licking the blood that spilled out of it. Her lover screamed his flesh tearing under the tiger’s claws. The princess turned in horror to the semi-barbaric king, “Please, father

We had barely gotten out of independence when everyone had to stop because of a traffic jam. After a while which seemed like forever We stoped so Linda and Clare could make lunch. After that Charles was trying to find one of his friends who was a couple wagons ahead. Charles and his friend played next to the wagon for a little bit before his friend had to go back to his wagon with his family. It seems like night time come fast but Clare thinks that the reason why it feels like night comes fast is because we don't move very fast during the day. It's almost dark out all the wagons have been hooked together to form one big circle for all the animals in to the middle of all the wagons so they don't run off. Everyone dances and plates games at

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recall that his handshake was warm and his face handsome with a quirky smile. I’d noticed him earlier at dinner seated at the table talking animatedly to a group of academics. So, it felt fitting to finally have a chance to speak with him alone.

Sergeant Barnes took a long gulp from his bottle that was still glistening with condensation before letting out a long burp of satisfaction. “Found them in a cooler just off the mess hall, want one?” Brayzack looked at the sergeant queerly. The sergeant sat idiotically grinning at him with a stainless-steel bucket of iced up bottles before him. “No thanks, it’s a little too early for me. You know that that’s a sign of alcoholism though, right?” Sergeant Barnes took a quick pull off his cigarette and powered the smoke out his lungs. “I think you mean drinking alone is a sign of alcoholism, sir. Which I’m not, Jarvy here is having one too.”

Clemmie cried. ‘I don’t know what to do, or what to say, because I’ve never died before.’

Cramer’s Coffee. Friday(?) night. Clock reads 11:27pm. A lot of people. Sean, (making a mess on the floor.) David and River are/were ordering drinks. Everyone is silent/horrified/startled(?) at the sight of four men—about our age(?)—walking inside. Assessing the problem… N/A. They’re wearing the same shade of sweatshirt. Black pants. Horrid curly dark hair. Assessing the problem… N/A. Front one is turning. Text on the front of the sweatshirt.

He heard the door open and boots make their way across the room as he finished reading the report in front of him, laying it aside.

It’s cold, but I don’t mind. The sun is taking it’s time exhaling its last breath before the day turns to night. It feels a lot windier up here on the roof next to the pipes than down there on the sidewalk that Mrs. Browning’s strolling on. She’s walking her ugly dog again. Wearing an expensive coat that puffs up like a marshmallow against the wind, but she doesn’t seem to feel a thing. I want a coat like that, but not all girly and golden, of course. Then again, I’m lucky I have any shirts without any more holes than they need.

I grabbed the door for him, as he carried the girl's drinks to them. Jenny and Aida were sprawled on opposite sides of the tub—arms spread, hands holding onto the edge behind them. Their breasts floated buoyantly just above the rolling water, a beautiful sight for our eyes to drink in. It was a smaller tub, four people would be a tight fit, but that was perfect for what we had planned for the evening. Keith entered the foaming water and handed both women their drinks. He was standing on the last step, his cock stuck straight out, a few inches above the water. He lingered for a moment giving the girls a chance to admire his manhood, which they both did. If I had any