Creative Writing : My Life

After saying goodnight to Simon and Magnus, Clary quickly shut the door to the library. The hallway was silent and still as the ocean tide, she had heard Lilian call for her just as her best friends in the world told her their goodbyes for the night. Magnus had conjured up a portal which would take him and Simon back to the village where they lived. Simon lived in a simple but modest house, on the outskirts of town, on a farm with his Mother and older sister. Magnus however, resided in a small, comfortable loft just above the local clothing store.

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

Drenched and frozen, only the warmth from their mothers’ kept the young creatures sustained. The trees’ limbs hung low from the weight of the swampy atmosphere; causing the joyous ambience of the forest to restrain her passion.

I quickly woke up to the sounds of loud sirens, I have no idea what is going on as I try to regaining my position. I'm noticing my hands are cuffed as I start to quickly realize what is going on. I start to frantically panic as my eyes finally adjust to my surroundings. I see that I'm clearly in the back of a cop car. I observed that the police officer is seeing that he is periodically looking in the rear view mirror then back to the road. I irrationally start to spit out nonsense before I solidly ask him in a shaky voice, “w-w-whats going on, why am I in here?” He looks back at me, giving out a quick chuckle, “oh you clearly know what you did darling, don't act innocent.” I then reply back, quickly giving him a confused stare “n-no

The cops showed up at my house yesterday, with the buried shotgun. Drunk me is a bigger idiot than sober me is, that’s for sure. I don’t know why I decided to bury the shotgun with Sheriff Senn, maybe I wanted to leave a present for the man who left me. I do think that the shotgun belonged there, buried in the woods, resting with the memory of the man who brought it to life. I recount all of my escapades with my father, and mother as I’m sitting in the Herkimer County Sheriff’s office. The place seems to have a silent air to it, from the loss of it’s fallen leader. Here is where I start to wonder about Sheriff Senn himself, did he have a wife and kids? Did I take him away from the people that loved him the most? Now I’ve given someone the grief that I felt when I lost my mother. How could I do that? I don’t know why but, a sick feeling of power came over me, knowing that I could toy, and play with people’s emotions like that. Some officer unknown to me grabs me by the shirt collar and jerks me up. “C’mon Steele, we’re going to the back” he snarls, handling me as if I’m a stray dog, mangy and unwanted. I’ve always seen interrogation rooms in cop shows, but when you’re actually in one, it’s a lot scarier. “Reese Jacques Steel,” says Deputy Cross entering the room, “6’5, 215 lbs., Blonde hair, Green eyes, you’re the one aren’t you?” “R.J. Steele, in the flesh sir,” I replied,

Sue froze where she stood, frozen for what must have felt like hours. “You mean, he waited all of this time to paint his masterpiece and not only did he paint it for me but – he used his life to paint it.” Sue was overwhelmed at the thought, she was the reason Mr. Behrman had gone out that night, she was the reason he had passed away. “I caused his demise, my own selfishness did this!” Sue cried. Johnsy quickly took hold of Sue’s hands and said to her: “No darling, you did just the opposite, you showed Mr. Behrman what he had been looking for, for these years. You inspired his masterpiece!” Understanding then that Mr. Behrman’s sacrifice for her, was no sacrifice at all, his dream had been fulfilled and he had continued his journey. At that

The arena was jammed packed; it's occupants attention directed straight towards the stage. They were awaiting a man. A man who would fall in their midst soon, but a man they wanted to see nonetheless. On this stage, there were two red curtains on each side and the floor was lined with redwood. The arena itself had a theater like build to it. In the suburbs of Philadelphia, a venue of this sorts carried a sort of perplex bewilderment to it. It's presence in the city was admired, but at the same time gave a peculiar feel to the residents nearby. It was a like a shining Cathedral in a poverty ridden city; like a single Skyscraper in a agricultural landscape. It didn't quite fit it.

I was shuffled into a white room with two stainless steel chairs facing each other across a table that was bolted to the floor. They told me to just sit down and wait. After a couple of minutes I watched as an Officer came in. He had a red folder in his hands. “What am I doing here?” I asked as he sat down. He didn’t say anything just sat down, opened the folder and took out what looked like pictures. “What are those?” I tried talking again.

I didn’t know why that man looked so familiar. He scared me a little. Why had he ran into the street? Why had he screamed why? It all was clogging my brain. I was scared and didn’t want Emma’s family to have to go through it with me. I quickly went over to Emma and saw that she was sound asleep. I grabbed my shoes and left her

You are each person that is seen. The officer. The prisoner. The lawyer. Each personality twisted and warped into one body. You see the interrogation underway. Arguments ensuing without an end in sight. You are unable to control the situation behind the glass. Knowing you can't see through the aluminum powder to see the "You" that is out of view.

At the beginning of time, there existed one realm. In it there lived happiness and anguish, joy and pain, and success and failure. These emotions and characteristics were deep and rich. From this world emerged 2 beings, Masculum and Femina, born unto opposite sides in this vast world. The man was found among valleys and mountains, in a land of physical hardship and immense trials of strength and agility. He was forced to be strong in body, and aggressive, as wild animals and plant life sought to destroy him to eradicate his superior form. The woman was born in a land among clever serpentine creatures, foraging beasts, and changing landscapes that required quick thinking. Thus, the attributes of men and women were formed.

Anna dropped on the hard wood floor, her bed sheets following her. Suddenly, the softballs on the shelf came tumbling down. Her face turned red hot as she gave a cursory glance at Matt.

The scar is red and ugly, the scabs huge and several blood clots litter my face: some are colored black, others blue, green, or purple. I cried silent tears until a Guard beat the tears out of me. Julia looks at me with scorn and Mark does what he can to comfort me, but nothing works. What would I do when school starts? I will be humiliated and teased constantly.

“Do you know where I found these Mr. Saeed? They were in your camera which you were taking to Pakistan. Now tell me. Why did you take these pictures of the World Trade Center?”

Bye-bye. Jacy thought, guess I’ll see you around old house. I grabbed the last box from the house and left out the door dropping the keys off with the landlord who was standing outside of our door. I hustled to the moving truck, dropping off the box and shutting the back doors. As my mom and I left the driveway I waved out the window to lucy- the landlord who has been our landlord since I was born. (14 years ago)- and I turned around, placing my headphones on my head. My mom (who was driving) rolled her eyes.