Creative Writing: My Amusment Park Ride

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

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

Josh's brother Mike visited him the next day after the charges were set, and asked him if he truly did kill the man because he didn’t know what to believe. Josh exclaimed, “I swear Mike I did not pull the trigger! I’m being set up somehow. It wasn’t me who killed that man!” Then Mike responds, “I’m going to get you out of this disgusting prison.” One month passes, and Mike has been planning how to get his brother out of prison and prove that he is innocent. He has a friend that worked on designing the prison and Mike asked him to get an outline of it. Once he got the outline of the prison, he got it tattooed on his body. With this it will help him get his brother out of jail. He has been studying the prison and how it works for the last month,

I still remember the smell of the wet road. The noise that was made as the metal bent, as the glass shattered. I remember every flip that we went through. We flipped at least three times. All the stuff we had bought that day, was flying across our faces. I mainly remember that a glass mayonnaise hit my mother on her forehead. The smell of mayonnaise made me snap me out of the shock I was in. As soon as the car stopped moving I tried opening the my door, But the door was jammed in. My mother was not in panic so that helped me to stay calm. She calmly told me she couldn’t open her door as well. I crawled my way to the back of the truck. Luckily the back door ware not jammed. As I got out , I stepped on the wet grass I remember feeling a little

This time the store owner had called the police. Roxy had shoplifted from his establishment before but I had always been able to fix it; most times by paying double the price. Peering through the faceted glass of my front door, I could see Mr. Pachenko pacing the brick-edged sidewalk, his face pale with anger. With his blood pressure, the bright red spots on his cheeks would be with him for the rest of the night.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

“John you know that using actual print will not give us the audience we seek”.

Tim felt sad and disappointed that they turned the place he cared for into something new.The narrator states, "Tim rested his chin on his chest, shook his head,

The bar had an upbeat vibe to it. It wasn’t the high end bar where you could pay to get your ass kissed and your feet rubbed, but at least you didn’t have to worry about walking outside and getting robbed or stabbed on your way home. It was a fairly unremarkable place, a plain black building, a neon sign outside the only hint to the place being able to serve alcohol. Most meandered around, drinking and talking, with the occasional dance when a rather catchy song found it’s way onto the less than stellar sound system.

The car moves slowly on the cemented road. The highly amusing laughter changes into a random giggle as they pass a white corral style fence that separates the adjacent golf course. A 50 foot netted barrier mirrors the freeway side of the road, constructed many years ago, to prevent stray golf balls from ending up on the Golden State freeway.

"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.

“Get her” they yelled. The girl kept running through the mountains. She ran fast dodging trees and rocks with them on her tail. She tripped over a rock and landed in a stream. The boys stood over her, panting. “Get up” he said but, she just sat there, looking scared out of her mind. “I said get up!” one of the boys yelled. The girl stood up, getting ready to run again. “Now come here, Kaley” hs said, acting much calmer now. “Now!” He said. Kaley was taking no chances so she started to run again. “Shit!” he yelled, running after her. It wasn’t long until he caught her again. “Where are you going?” he said. His friends ran up and grabbed her arms. Kaley couldn’t run anymore. She waited for the beating that was sure to come. “Dad’s right, you

I sat in the front seat as the officer drove down Broadway to Santa Maria High school to pick up Roberto. After we picked up Roberto and the rest of our siblings the officer drove us to a train station. A bunch of other cars pulled up with a bunch of other officers and illegal immigrants well that is what Roberto and I thought they were. The officers told all of us to get into a line.

“Young girls, without their mothers to take care of them, are very apt to into mischief”, said Proserpina’s mother, Ceres, but little did she know she would be correct. Proserpina goes and vistits the sea nymphs, and after she is done visiting she does exactly what her mother feared. Proserpina goes out to the forest to look at the beautiful flowers. One shrub caught her eye, she almost felt tempted to go closer. She pulled at the shrub and a hole began to form and kept “spreading wider and wider, and growing deeper and deeper, until it really seemed to have no bottom: and all the while, there came a rumbling noise out of its depths, louder and louder, and nearer and nearer, and sounding like the tramp of horses’ hoofs and the rattling of wheels.

Hawthorne Tische was on fire. Every nerve ending in his entire body was jangling, and urging him on to ravish Harper Collin's. The man's cock strained the fabric of his pants, and felt as if it was almost about to burst the seams; thicker, and throbbing with more urgency than he could ever recall. The sounds of her words, taunts, moans and whimpers, and the sight her body, skin sheened with perspiration, juices from her orgasm glistening on her thighs, neck and chest marked by his teeth, and ass and thighs welted and bruised from his spanks, was almost too much to bear. He wanted to take her, more than he could recall ever desiring any woman in his entire fourty-four years. Harper Collin's needed to cease with cease with the taunts so that she could be filled with his cock, but would she ever stop challenging him? Not a hope in hell, and that's the way he liked it.