Creative Writing: Joining The Drug

Which was the reason why I hated Eros. I hated that I loved him. I hated that his one glance on me could lift up my mood instantly. For the last six years, ever since Mom and I moved to New York, I have been madly in love with the most unreachable guy in our school.

The meeting was starting. The leader, an older woman with green eyes who looked familiar somehow, stood at a little black podium in between the Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions posters, the neon AA triangle symbol glowing powder-blue, hopeful, behind her.

I am met by a spectacular parade of freaks: the clowns, the ninjas, the naked, the hatchet-men, the demons. I stare directly into the faces of the outcast and misunderstood and they don’t give a fuck, only a “Whoop! Whoop!”

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

"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.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

Harlem smirked before sparking up and taking a deep pull. Moving it from his lips, he eyed the joint as if it had done something wrong before passing it to Marlo.

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.

Sound and smell crowded Julios' mind, pure ecstasy mixed with the over stimulation of thumping music and free flowing drugs pushed his pupils wide and his pores open, his brow furrowed and his mouth clenched into a dumb grin. With each bass filled kick of the music and flash of the cyan lights his eyes flicked left to right, his ocular nerves flaring with excitement at the melting colors and waving sound that he was immersed in. The pleasing form of a woman half his age moving along with the music, her outline dragging behind her motion leaving a line of rainbow outlines, each one like a frame of a movie.

Jerry wakes up in a dissociative state still hungover from the previous night’s drug binge, nullifying the pain with a fluffy, symmetrical line of Peruvian cocaine and a tightly packed bowl of luminescent green, trichome plastered cannabis nug sourced from California out of his Illadelph bong; naturally, Jerry was quite the aficionado in recreational drug use and progressive dependency. As dopamine floods his prefrontal cortex he’s invigorated with a renewed sense of grandiosity; he looks in the mirror, his eyes are sunken in, the pallor of his complexion is ghostly, an apparition of a once revered public figure. He averts his eyes to his many awards and commendations for a brief moment, before the cannabis takes effect. He brushes

As the food coma sets in my body and drop of sweat rolls off of my forehead, my gaze locks onto the sunny afternoon rays peeking through the classroom window. My eighth grade English teacher drones on and on about the end of the year benchmark test while the musky air encases me in a trancelike state. I could not be bothered to listen what the two boys were arguing about, but soon realized it was a mistake as I got a whiff of drugs passing through my nose. The distinctive smell of marijuana wafts throughout the classroom and somehow the mother-like woman didn’t even notice, she just continued to bore the students. At the time, I could not fathom how these 13 year old boys were doing something so dumb that they would want to jeopardize their

I agree with you Jessi as soon as I walk into a doctors office I always noticed if the person in the front desk acknowledges me or not. We definitely need to be professional like you said in the way we dress and speak to the patient or anyone that walks into the office. The reception area needs to look clean magazines in the right spot, no trash on the floor and chairs arranged neatly. I think that if we smile we ease any nervousness or discomfort a patient may have coming in to the office.

My interview was done with Mrs. Elkins. She is a Pharmacist at the local drug store. In the interview, she stated that she has voted for many years. She also went on to say that she likes to volenteer to several organizations in our community. Mrs. Elkins stated that it is our civic duty as a citizen to help out our community. As a citizen, she said, that if everyone would give just a little to our community, it would make it a better place for the next generation. Mrs. Elkins has had her chilfedn involved in community organizations since a small age. With her children now adults, she stated that they are still involved in the community.

With the overwhelming growth of New Adult books. I had stopped reading from this genre for quite sometime. But all of a sudden Addicted to You pulled me out of my misery and restored my faith on this genre. It is one of the most refreshing story out there.

“Run” Anna whispered, her voice barely audible as she pressed a hand to her chest. “RUN” She yelled this time, launching herself into a full sprint towards the cave system that the others had already taken cover in. A light humming sound could be heard from not too far away, a sound they knew far too well. “Uncle Mike....”