Creative Writing: Jealousy

I woke up in a cold sweat. Don’t do this to yourself again, I told myself. He’s gone. He doesn’t want you, he chose her. I still remember the day you told me you loved someone else. I can still feel my face fall and hear my heart break. I wanted to hate you, but I wanted to hate her even more. But I couldn’t make myself hate either of you, especially not the person who once brought me so much happiness.

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

One day, we were at the field since we had a game against the Psyclones and Emmie was up to bat and Carlie was playing 2nd base without a face mask on. Emmie swing and hit the ball to Carlie, but first of all she was not watching and Emmie drilled it and it………. Hit her face ….. And multiple people in the crowd were screaming “

Everyone has judged someone before they get to know them, sometimes you can even do it on accident. My personal experience in judging someone before getting to know them was when I meet my step-brother Carson for the first time. When I first met Carson I was about 6 years old and he was around 10 years old. I was at his house in Florida that I had never been to before, so I was scared already, so when I went upstairs to grab something from my bag I saw him for the first time, he was coming around the corner really fast and was wasn’t paying attention and ran right into me. The first thoughts that came to mind was that he was big and scary and he just hurt me. But after I got to know him I realized he wasn’t really scary at all, it was just

Jews only make up 1.8% of the population in the United States, which is about 5.4 million people. Of that 5.4 million people 4.3 million of them live in major metropolitan areas like New York City, Los Angeles, and Miami. That leaves 1.1 million Jews living scattered throughout the US forming their own small communities wherever they have settled. I am one of these scattered Jews. I was born in Pasadena, California so I started life as a Hollywood Jew, but at the age of 3 my parents decided to move back to the east coast to be closer to their families who live in New York City and Baltimore. Instead of moving to one of these areas, my family moved to Seaford, Delaware, population: 5,000, Jewish population: 2. Although

Approximately four hours into their travel, a red firework exploded in the distance and previously concealed bandits emerged from behind boulders, undergrowths and covered pits. They charged with the ferocity of a tidal wave, brandishing weapons and bellowing threats. Aloysius halted his horse, made a signal, and soldiers began to move forward.

By nightfall they had finished all of the burials. It was depressing to see how many people were dead, even more so knowing that wasn’t the majority of them. Several times throughout the day new carcasses were dumped carelessly on the dwindling pile, just adding another hole to dig.

“You cut you’re beautiful, long hair after your return. Mom thought you were in protesting the war, but I saw you two. I knew the real reason you cut the longest blond braid in the neighborhood.”

Once Freak and Max started school, a lot of kids were teasing them, saying Max had no brain, and Freak was a midget. My first impression of them, once school started, was that the two were odd, especially considering this was school and they were brave enough to march around a class, with Freak on Max’s shoulders. If I were to be their friend or tease them, I would most likely be their friend. Personally, I enjoy quirky people and these two fall under the category. I would probably find it amusing to see a small, disabled kid riding on top of someone as tall as Max’s shoulders, chanting their “name”, and getting the rest of the class in on it too. Before Freak the Mighty made an appearance, I might have stood up for Max when they were teasing

This act of musical immaturity delivers nothing more than a raucous noise to my ears and a feeling of disenchantment towards the delinquent. In that moment, the harmonious vibrations shaking my rib cage come to a screeching halt. The band turns and stares at the perpetrator while I joyously imagine the act heaving my instrument at his/her face. Not only have they managed to waste the teacher’s time, this obtuse swine has disturbed my own vibe within a piece of music. The ensemble decays into a flock of humdrum plebeians holding instruments, and the artistic aspect of “band” disappears. In my head, I try to relieve the wound by flinging batons at their head. The perpetrator has relinquished any chance of appearing human through my eyes, for they now know my number one pet peeve: when one cracks or blips the beginning of a note during band rehearsal.

"Ye yi yo yum," annouced the giant, by the name of Gilbert. The giant's wife, Sally, grunned. She was really tired of hearing his voice. "Yes Gilbert?" The giant's wife sighed. "Where is the the hen that lays the golden eggs?" Gilbert bellowed. "Same place as usual," Sally replied. Sally had been waiting for the prophecy to happen. The prophecy of when a curious boy plants a magical seed, that grows all the way up to the realm above the clouds. Sally could hear Gilbert speaking to the hen, with a loud and clear voice. "Lay," he said. Over and over again. He came back in with the eggs. When Gilbert came back in, Sally asked: "How many eggs did our magical hen lay?" Gilbert replied: "Only ten," with only sounding like "Onaley" and ten sounding like "ton".

When Dutch felt they were a safe distance away, he pulled off the road. He and Gilbert jumped out, yanked the Water Company wording and emblems off the truck, and threw them a good distance from the road. Dutch and Gilbert ran to the back of the truck, looked in, and met the gaze of Marcel, Dorian and Saban. They stared at each other in wide-eyed amazement. Marcel chuckled—then laughed. Then they all laughed. They laughed so hard, tears filled their eyes. Even Cedric who was lying on his stomach on the floor of the truck was smiling. With the tension quelled, they regained their composure. Marcel cautioned Dutch to stay off the main roads. By now the Germans were broadcasting news of the raid and checkpoints would be everywhere. Marcel told

The sun shone into my room while the wind made the blinds smack against the windows loudly, as if it was trying to get me to wake up. I turned to the other side of the bed and stared directly across the street. Instead of seeing a peaceful, quiet street, it gave me a view of the house opposite, surrounded by bright yellow police tapes. It took me a while to get my eyes readjusted. I then tried to read the words without my glasses, but I obviously needed them. I quickly put them on while I stared at the window, observing carefully what had really happened to my neighbours. Windows were smashed, traces of blood could be seen. It was evident that someone broke into their house and killed the whole family. However, there were no footprints to be

The day started out great but then came the issues the dread and sorrow of being in deep dark trouble with the parents, just imagine the evil eye despair and disappointment drag down your social life. This day began with an amazing time at the lake then came the doom and horror.

When a person first thinks of murder, envy probably is not their second thought, but it should be their third. Statistically speaking, jealousy ranks number three in the most common motives for manslaughter. So although it may seem like a simple enough emotion, many feelings coincide. To most, it is a stressful and unwanted inner conflict that can cause or further aggravate thoughts of insecurity and inadequacy. Also, apparently, violence-inducing rage.