Creative Writing: Nyasha

"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.

You are actually able to drive in these places automatically, without us having to make any changes to your account. You just need to have DC driver's license. Upon checking your account, I can see that you have a Maryland Driver's License. Therefore, if you wish to drive at Washington, D.C., feel free to attach to this email your license at D.C.

You used to think the philosophy 'you only live one' is the most ridiculous excuse for justifying everything you've ever heard of - if you're meant to be reckless and live as fast as you can, 'there's a million and one ways to die' sounds much nicer. Explore them. Investigate them. Enjoy them. Cherish everyone of them, especially that split second between when you lean back in your chair and it hangs midway in air so close the the ground that the only thing you can think of is 'that is it.'

Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed

“Beep beep beep” the alarm clock continues to sound off. Exhausted, I turn to the clock, it reads 5:45 am and as usual Jesika is dead asleep. See my roommate has this infuriating habit of setting goals that she can’t keep. This particular goal is to convince herself every night that she’s going to get up early, going to work out, going to straighten her hair, and going to captivate all the men in class with her delightful apparel. At this point I’ve known her for two years, it has never happened. “Jesika” I screamed over and over again, and of course, not a word from Jesika. At this point I am frustrated because I am on the top bunk and I do not have class until twelve. None of this matters now, once I move I am up for the entirety of the day.

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.

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

“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.

Due to recent circumstances our FTP group (group O)  is down to four people. I'm just enquiring whether we could cut our time down to twenty five minutes? It has just come to my knowledge that a member in our group will not be coming back, so our original plans have been disrupted. If not I'm sure we will figure something out but due to the short notice, I thought I'd notify you.

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is where Deacon is making his trek to, to visit his girlfriend’s family. “They could’ve told me that I couldn’t drive to the cabin,” Deacon mumbled to himself as he battles the brisk, hard blast of the breeze in the barren woodland. Deacon reaches the door of the

Growing up on the outskirts of Mena, Arkansas within the shadows of the Ouachita mountain range was an experience for the ages. And though the sleepy little town of Mena offered very little in the way of excitement, the mountains, on the other hand, provided ample opportunity for an adventurous young boy with a wild, unfettered imagination. I remember lying awake at night listening to the song of the whippoorwill as the summer breeze gently rustled my bedroom windows. it was without a doubt pure heaven! But there were times when the whippoorwill fell silent, and a strange and eerie howl penetrated the darkness. Hell, even to this day my hair stands on end just thinking about it. But you know, there are things in this world that’s better left unspoken. And though I didn’t know it at the time, I would soon find out just exactly why that is.

Just before the doors closed a man all in black slipped into the ambulance. The little girl stared at him but no one else seemed to notice the man, dressed up like a fairytale prince in mourning, with burning green eyes. Her dad held her hand and the uniformed men hooked her up to tubes and sensors but it all felt far away, nothing was real except for the man in black and as monitors screamed and the ambulance workers rushed around her, putting something over her mouth and nose and barking out commands, the world went silent, and then it went dark, her only thought being of emerald eyes in the blackness.

I focus on the negative emotion again and gaze around the room until I make eye contact with the girl from earlier, I can see her more clearly now that she’s looking at me. Her hat says Reyes Tasty Treats Shop in gold letters, her hair is a deep brown and get darker near the top of her head, and her green eyes are tinged with brown and brimmed with tears. She glares at me with all her might and I see a tear escape her control and she looks down at her desk to hide her face from me.

Yagali's body shakes violently, as if she was a tiny leaf, in the midst of a giant storm. Her body was burning against the cooling night air. The land was quiet now, normally you could see the fireflies dancing above in the night sky with the stars softly twinkling, but tonight the stars weren't shining as bright and the fireflies were all gone. The ocean also seemed different; it was still lapping up against her ankles as it has always done, but now it feels so forbearing. Maybe it was because of her mother, who was lying against her, lifelessly.

Pursing her lips, Elowen glared at the unruly canvas, its drying paint stubbornly defying her.