Creative Writing: Life After The Hurricane

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

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.

It was a rainy day in Little Rock, Arkansas. Madison, 13, sat in her room for most of the day. Her mom, Amanda, came in her room and said she’s going to the store and wanted to know if she wants to go. Since it was a boring rainy day she agreed. They got in the van and went on their way. They arrived at walmart , and started to get their groceries. Madison passed by the jewelry and scarves then saw something. It looked fuzzy, so what 13 year old wouldn’t be interested by that? She looked and it was a rabbit’s foot. She didn’t know too much about the superstition, she just knew it was supposed to bring good luck and sort of believed it but only really wanted it because it matched her backpack and it was fuzzy. She told her mom that she wanted

To the man who left her because her depression was unfair to him, she wrote this one for you.

At some point, their ears had finally given in to the echoing shots and yells and had dulled to the point where they could barely hear anything at all. The students - cut, bruised and bloodied - lay upon the ground. Dead or hiding. Hoping for mercy, for that’s all they had left to hope for.

After abandoning the camp we stumbled across the country side and found a house. As we sit by the wall, we think about our fellow soldiers now in heaven. I look up to the sky to see shepherds delight or more like the resemblance of the blood of the abandoned. Why everyone was quiet, I don’t know. There probably just tired from the great determination. Many of us seeking an end but will be disappointed and become depressed. Trepidation of death has occurred in several of us.

Swords crashed against shields like a field of doors slamming shut in the wind. Arrows whistled through the air; a murder of tiny crows swarming above us vulnerable soldiers. The grunts of men impaled by hafts and sliced open by steel join the cacophony of a battle raging into dusk. Wet warmness would splash across me in response to the dying cries of my comrades as one after another of those we battle would push our shields apart and break the line. The ground was wet and sloppy, dried earth had been turned to slush by a rain that did not fall from the sky. The ground was rendered difficult to manoeuvre through, encumbered by the lifeless figures of soldiers now without the allegiance that lead them to a face in the dirt.

"9.5 billion people killed during the initial start of the War of Nations,also known as "The Great Bombing Raid", over the next 4 year, millions more became sick with radiation poisoning and died while those that..." the history professor said as he droned on about how everything came about. Ariella let out of sigh of boredom tapping her pencil against the notebook in front of her. She had already read through the whole entire course book already learning that the war had created two separate races the "Ningen" and the "Senshi" which were enemies since the Senshi could shapeshift into certain animals and the Ningen couldn't.

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.

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

    “Wake up Mommy,” said Taylor through her tears as she hugged my mom’s twitching body.

A blue house, red shutters, and a white picket fence with a border collie. Three kids are running around in the front lawn up on a hilltop. That is what the American dream is right? The American dream is truly in the eye of the beholder. One might think that the American dream is an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, but others might want the smell of fresh cut grass in a small suburb. It’s whatever the person who is working for it wants it to be. As we can see in the play, all of the main characters might be striving for an American dream, but none of them are striving for their same American dream.

My experience riding the rails during the Great Depression was quite astonishing. I had a lot of adventures on that train with my best friend Jack Sawyer. We would always sneak out of our house at 9:00 p.m. to go to the train station to catch a train. Me and Jack would always carry a backpack with us to keep all our food, drinks and money in. We would write letters to our parents saying that we are never coming back home and that shouldn’t come looking for us because they will never find where we are.

“We need to be there. We need to stop. Can we stop? I don’t feel well. Please, let’s just stop for the night. I”m going to be sick.”

I scrambled through the narrow corridor leading to the west wing of Eagle Academy along with hundreds of other girls. Classes were cancelled for some anonymous reason, and all students were being directed to the main assembly room.