Creative Writing On Black Friday

CHARGE!!!, the crowd went wild as the song was playing in the stadium. As I got closer to the seats it got louder and louder I felt like I was at a monster truck show. Then I got to the seats I turned my head to look at the field and it look a lot more greener than on TV. The home team was practicing on the field ready to beat the Washington Nationals.

Ernest Hemingway's "Soldier's Home" is a poignant short story that explores the psychological aftermath of war. Through the character of Harold Krebs, Hemingway delves into the challenges faced by soldiers returning from war and the difficulties they encounter in readjusting to civilian life. In this essay, I will analyze the characters, setting, main themes, dialogue, and situations that occur during the story, as well as the place where the story occurs and the emotions felt by the characters. The protagonist of the story is Harold Krebs, a young man who has returned from World War I to his hometown of Oklahoma.

How far do sources 11 & 12 challenge the view presented in source 10 about the conduct of the police on Black Friday?

I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to attend this “experience” and to see what it is like to be conducting fan-based research about the Blackhawks fan experience in the United Center along with watching my first Hawks game live. Having someone who introduced us to the United Center and gave us a mini tour of the facility was awesome. The people that work for the Fans Voice are there as often as the servers and ushers so they begin to know about the little kinks of the UC. My researcher told Natalie and I that sometimes if you get to the United Center early enough the whole stadium will still be dark and gives off a very eerie feeling. We had the chance to see the stadium before it was filled with fans which was something that

April 27th, game two of the Islanders-Capitals playoff series, was the last game I will ever watch in Nassau Coliseum. The series was very close and this game would decide whether or not the Islanders could keep the lead. I longed to see this game for months, until one day, my dad surprised me with tickets. By chance, several of my friends were also lucky enough to score tickets to a once in a lifetime game. On the day of the game, we loaded the car up with people and were off. As the cars began to congest the highway and enter the Coliseum parking lot, the faint squealing and whining of brakes could be heard. Even from the security booth where parking was purchased, the air was saturated with the sounds of tailgaters and music coming from the stadium itself. As we exited the car, the sweet aroma of pretzels and the stench of sour beer emanated from around us. The previously faint hum of the stadium grew as we neared, into a deafening roar of screaming, chanting and music. This was no surprise, as the

“ Hello miss, sorry to disturb you late at night, but a 911 call came from your daughter's house, your daughter had passed away. We need you to fly here in Italy and verify the body that has claimed to be your daughter.” These are the words that a mother would never want to hear. One mother's worst nightmare came alive on November 1, 2007 when Arline Kercher received a phone call from the police station in Perugia, Italy informing her that her daughter has been murdered and the primary suspect is her roommate or is it? This here lies the story about a teenage girl named Amanda Knox that flew to Italy as an international student, whom her and her boyfriend claimed to be framed for murder. Though, she claims she did not murder her roommate many

A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the white polo that was supposed to be a uniform.

A veterinarian, a professional that treats animal health problems, is a career I yearn to pursue, due to the opportunity to keep any animal surviving, the ability to receive a high salary, and the chance to work with animals all the time. I have been interested in the veterinary field since I was seven years old. When I was seven, I had a german shepherd who was very sick. I went to the vet with her and I sat through the whole appointment. It was extremely hard for me when they told me that she had to be put down. It is very hard to see animals suffer in pain for a long time. Even though putting animals down is tough, sometimes euthanasia may be the easiest and best way to put animals out of misery. Since then, I have had a major interest

It was the morning after Anna’s first Thanksgiving in the United States. The night before, she had a huge dinner with her friend Emma’s family. Before eating roast turkey, sweet potatoes, and cranberry sauce, each person at the table had to say something they were grateful for. Anna appreciated that she was able to participate in this holiday that recalls the Pilgrims’ first harvest after arriving from England a long time ago. Anna’s phone rang at 4’O clock in the morning. It was Emma. Emma invited Julia to go shopping with her.

Many people who have experience what it’s like to shop on Black Fridays don’t even bother to attend a stressful day and much rather prefer to stay at home. First of all, black Friday consist of reduced prices which gets people to camp outside or wait for numerous of hours in line before stores open for business. The lines are dramatically long enough to wrap around stores and the wait can be frustrating as well. Black Friday is expected with​ crazy bargains, pushing, and shoving elbows once the doors burst open. In this case, black Friday brings out the worst in people ,especially to those who are really dedicated on scoring for good deals and low prices. Yet over the years black Friday only seems to get worse and worse because of these

It really hit me when we got to dallas and I saw the stadium for the first time. When i first set foot in the stadium it was amazing, the locker room for the team was huge, it was so nice, the tunnel out to the field, all of this felt unreal.

My heart begins to pound like a drum in my ears as the workers start to tear the plastic off of the many displays lining the aisles. People begin to rev their engines as if they were cars waiting for a green light to go. Before the workers could even get the plastic off of the displays people began attacking the inventory like starving animals in the safari. With each item I touch it is instantly ripped out of my grasp. Leaving me exhausted and fired with rage and desperation. Because Black Friday only comes once a year, people’s inner savage radiates through them uncontrollably.

For today was a big day I put on my favorite hat of the black and yellow buccaneer with my matching shirt. Today I was going to game 6 of the NLCS. I rushed downstairs, ate a quick couple pieces of toast and jelly. I needed to get to the bus on time, unlike the last few days of my excited life. All I did was want to get his day over with. The air outside smelled like a regular Pittsburgh day, except today was my day. On my way to the bus stop I couldn’t stop thinking about what the crowd and the freshly wettened dirt.

I looked over the shoulders in front of me and saw an array of these small, crater-like structures on the tarmac; where two people stood on each opposing side - looking down at what appeared to be a plastic cavity. No, the proper terminology was a stadium. I noticed that all of my friends stood before one and they appeared to compete for something - without me. Each clenched a colorful ejector-like device with a string attached to it. No, the proper terminology was a string launcher. I watched as a person yanked the string with all his might, releasing something. Their faces were beet red and pumped with anxiety and adrenaline as they cheered at something inside the stadium. I jumped above the crowd to see what was everyone so ecstatic about. A rotating object flashed past my field of view, inducing a sense of desire within me. I jumped again and took a closer look. It was just a mere top. No, the proper terminology was a Beyblade. That’s what a Beyblade was. Just a golf ball sized hunk of plastic yet the moment I saw it, a dark sense of jealousy was invoked in me. I desperately needed it. I desperately wanted inclusion. I cannot be a straggler. For the first time ever, the green-eyed monster found its way out of the labyrinth and took the new form of a malicious parasite, infecting me with the drug

Thoughts immediately started to rush through my head, I quickly thought of the worst things that could happen to me. Thoughts like: