Creative Writing: Mica And The King

There once was a land, green and lush with mountains that reached to the sky and seas full of fish. Upon that land there was a kingdom headed by a good king who didn’t tax too much and didn’t execute too many people. The kingdom flourished under his rule. The king, despite what you may believe, the king cared not for his subjects but also cared not for himself (which is why the kingdom prospered) and when he died no heir was left to the throne.

My Big Madea was a pistol. She was as resilient as the steel covering and dangerous if messed with.Nevertheless,she was filled with bullets of love. She might not be in a history book,but she should be in my eyes. If I had an hour more to talk to her I would ask how she did it all?, What drove her to be so resilient?, and How she feels about living in a country for a 101 years without equality? The fact that she never saw equality fuels me to be an activist and reminds me to be leader and a marcher in whatever capacity I can. Rachel Cleveland was born of a slave in 1914 in Montgomery Texas. She received a sixth grade education from an all black school and never left her town. She faced the oppression of the Deep South from birth to 2017. Rebelling

Personally, I feel like the line that separates media from art is a very tricky and obscure one. It’s relatively easy to differentiate between media and multimedia, however when the term art is brought in, classification becomes difficult. Everyone has varied ideas of what art is and what should be considered art but I believe that art causes the viewer to conjure up some form of human idea, emotion or thought.

As melba goes through her integration journey, she learns how to react to the kids that harass her. When she first started the school year, she let the kids words hurt her and she suffered everyday. After realizing how hard her year will be, she says “It's hard being with little rock white people. I don't know if i can do this integration thing forever.(109) Melba still stays strong and keeps going to Central High. Melba receives many threats while being harassed by the kids. Melba had flaming papers thrown on her and the kids trapped her in the bathroom when someone yelled”did you think were gonna let niggers use our toilets? Well burn you alive girl”. The kids try to scare Melba out of the school but Melba does not quit. Melba learns how

Four friends were going to hang out at Kings Island during Halloween Haunt. Their names are Jane Rogers, April O’Neil, Steve Rogers, and Donatello Hamato.

You can't catch anything!" Tommy exclaimed to Blake. The two young boys were playing catch in the park. It was a bright sunny Saturday afternoon. These two were best friends and always came to this park everyday to play catch. This park. The park they're parents would never them go to. This park was known for being a bad park. Anything bad anyone could think of had supposedly happened here. Blake and Tommy knew that, but it had the best baseball field. The baseball field was definitely not in good shape, but it would prepare them for any bad field they could play on.

“The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.

It was the first time in Lovienthal life that he actually found himself not having been disappointed at the sight of Schumacher and the McAllisters. Usually they were always up to no good, sometimes even with their attentions turned on him, harassing him for amusement. So he had always made a conscious effort at avoiding them. But this time Lovienthal couldn’t think of anybody better to be stuck in the apocalypse with other than these three crazy bastards.

The queen wanted to be mean and strict with the people of the kingdom and the king wanted to be kind and forgiving and help them learn a new way of life, this disagreement cause the two to fight often and they also being pressured to have a child and The king and queen wanted to have children, but sadly there was no success, unfortunately the queen was told some devastating news about having children. She was told she could never have children of her own and this was terrible news for them both they were heartbroken and at this point Queen Lilith was in a spiral downfall of depression and her moods became worse than it ever had been. So the while in the Palace King Orin came up with a solution that would satisfy The Royal family and the kingdom at the same time and maybe even make his wife feel better.

The castle casted a shadow almost darker than myself. Torches lit the quad with their warm, orange glow. Though I couldn't feel the heat that they projected. I walked through the walls and into this strange palace. This Prince Prospero certainly didn't spare any expense when he was built this castle. When Prospero created this sanctuary, this hideout in order to lock himself and all of his dames and knights from the dying outside world he allotted for every pleasure imaginable. There were courtiers sashing through the crowds, ballet dancer, musicians, beauty and all the wine once could drink. His guests were oblivious to me, they were oblivious to danger as they chatted

The queen was willing to do anything to make the perfect child, the perfect heir. The king was more accepting than the queen, he knew his daughter's limits.

The Young Prince traveled to many kingdoms, big and small, bright and dirty, good and bad. He met many different people who told him many different tales about

Long ago in the Warwick kingdom in England, Balthazor, the king’s enemy, went to steal the king’s precious crown. As he creeped down the hall, Balthazor heard a doorknob turning and stopped. Then he began tiptoeing because he knew someone was there. At last, he found the room where the crown was hidden. He captured the crown that was on the red pillow. Then, he snuck out of the castle.

It was dark at the castle; Not a soul was awake. As the wind blew, the castle itself was snored. Nothing moved but a dark form on the fortress wall. It was a boy. Climbing over the wall, the prince sneaked to the open attic window. With the guards sleeping at their posts, it was child’s play. Agile as a squirrel, he darted into the attic. Inside the room beheld the Firebird, a majestic sun-eagle of gold. Withdrawing the Firebird, the boy stared at the pure golden cage, coveting it. A name was engraved on the handle, genommen*. Though the prince was warned against stealing it, his hand inched towards the cage then darted to grab the handle. As soon as he touched it, trumpets blared

As expected, the shield broke into pieces, crumbling into sawdust and scraps of wood. After a few blocks and slashes, I put my sword to Gimli’s throat and declared,“You are beat.”