Creative Writing: Kisara

“Creative Writing” by Etgar Keret, shows the struggles of the couple grieving a miscarriage, though their stories that they wrote in creative writing class. Maya the wife write three different stories, the first one showing how a loss of an unborn child can make someone feel like they have died, or lost a part of themselves. The second is about how a women a may go through a period where she feels detached from her husband. The third is about the journey of accepting a miscarriage and ready try again. Aviad’s story is about continuously adapting to change and always remembering where you came from.

With seconds to spare, they bought a pair of train tickets and boarded the train that was just about to depart.

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Today after dinner Nyasha and I had decided to go on a walk since the weather was really nice. I ended up asking her about her mother's education and she stopped me “Tambu my mother does not want respect if she did she would stand her ground and not let my dad have the amount of control he has on her now”. I was shocked by her answer but was not surprised because it did come from her. But she was not done “Even when she goes back to the homestead it gets even worse. It is like she bows down to him like he is her master or something. I just do not get how she could be my mother because if that was me I would have been gone a long time ago.” After her rant, I just looked at her stunned I looked at her straight in her eyes and she looked

The big island is the largest island in Hawaii. On the east side of the big island is a small town called Hilo. Farther east of Hilo is Hawaiian Home Lands, a small neighborhood called Keaukaha. That’s where I’m from. During my childhood, I have lived there for many years. What I loved the most about my home in Keaukaha is the fact that the yard was huge. The houses in the neighborhood were far apart from each other, so everyone had their own space and privacy. My family and I had numerous types of plants in the backyard such as breadfruit, lychee, mango, guava, mountain apple, and many more. We also had a variety of flowers growing, but my favorite flower that we had grown is the puakinikini. Whenever they were ready my family and

It was 8:30 in the morning, on the calm Sunday of November 17, 1963. I was sitting on my couch eating my cereal and listening to the radio. The reporter was talking about how bad the 60s were, then President Kennedy came on and announced that he was going on a trip across the state of Texas. I had church in 30 minutes and my mother was screaming at me to get ready, so I did. I was talking to my friend Kip, when I got to church, and he asked me if I had heard the news yet.

A Chinese Mongolian, Candice, 22 year old, specifically from Korla. Where the buildings are like “Seattle but without the big water surrounding it, just the inner part of Seattle.” She told us that during the school she lives in apartments in Korla. On the other hand when school was out she went to her house, say maybe 10 hours away, where there is lots and lots of senere. Green everywhere you look. When you have all this green what do you do? Candice went on lots of hiking along with camping . When she was in the city she partied, went shopping, and loves dancing. I asked her what people in china do for fun and she replied with the same things she likes to do plus video gaming and visiting other places. Things her parents enjoy are being at

When he has earned enough money with the crystal merchant he changes his mind and decides to cross the desert once more to try and find his treasure hidden near the pyramids. He then finds an englishman who is also in pursuit of his own personal legend to find the elusive Alchemist. They find a caravan that will take them across the desert to al-fayoum, an oasis within the desert, where the Alchemist resides. However upon arriving they are told of battling tribes within the desert and must wait till the war is over. Within the Oasis finds the love of his life, Fatima, then meets The Alchemist who leads him through the desert towards the pyramids to find

Kisara looked over at Seto as he had his hand on the small of her back she followed him to his study while thinking to herself could she trust him with this information,she had already known about their past life together and maybe it was weird for her to be reborn but here was standing right in front of him.

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.

“This is so cool!” Carl’s ecstatic declaration filled the room. “It’s called a katana?” She was standing with her arms extended, as she displayed her Katana for the two children to see.

Three hours later, the door to the S-Com-Sys opened, Margret and Sam walked out into the hall. “You have done very well. I am very confident that you will perform your assignment without any problems.” She explained.

The call ended, and Madison tossed her blanket aside. Funny, she no longer felt cold. Maybe a good ol’ fashioned pat on the back was what she needed.

I am Feiga Kisielnicki. I wonder if I’ll be remembered. I hear the screams of people from whom I’ve learned.

I hid under the cuddly, soft blanket tangling with my teddy bear. Teddy bear is dear to me I gave her a name, Knellia. The trembling I've faced earlier didn't lingered. Sprawling and yawning, I giggled with Knellia as I gestured towards the vibrant crawling critters in the glassed container next to my bed. Tick-tap-tap! Those lady bugs were a gift from Sek-chan, my distant friend. Although we never met in person, we grew close to each other after a few weeks. "It's not weeks anymore since then," I reminded myself. In fact, three years passed after I greeted her. Glancing beside the lady bug tank, laid the fluorescent alarm clock. The numbers on it exercised its body to motivate me to start my day. I am not feeling it just yet. Clumsily,