Creative Writing : Personal Essay

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

I also want to make it clear that I didn't write this letter so that we never have to talk about this face to face, it’s just easier because it gives you time to think about things before you have to respond. I’ve had a lot of time to think about this and it’s taken me time to be comfortable with it so I’m not expecting you to accept it all overnight, it’ll take a while to get used to. I’m sorry if you’re disappointed in any way. You always taught me to be honest, and to be my self, so that’s what I’m trying to do. I’m still the person that you raised. This is just me trying to be myself in every possible

She would piss me off everyday, but I couldn’t get enough of it. She somehow made me wholeheartedly smile and made me realize it was time for me to be happy. Her eyes, they are the entrance to her soul. Beautiful, hiding the mystery of her. Yet it’s a trap. I enter, and I become blind. Blind to what I’m feeling, blind to what you’re doing. I become entranced with the idea of you. Yes, they are magical, but I have to be careful. I’ve addressed this situation so many times. So many times I’ve thought I’ve been doing the right thing. I don’t know how may more times, I can do it the wrong way before I give up. I don’t know how to get this right, but I do know I don’t ever want to be a rent-a-boyfriend ever again. Sadly, that’s what I’ve become once again. Not to any fault of yours; it has all been my poor decision making. I just know I can’t continue to do this Mello. I still like you like crazy, but I realize that I need to stop behaving the way I currently am. I can’t keep doing things a boyfriend would do for you. But yeah, read the letter I gave you and listen to the songs, they’ll explain a lot more. Be happy Melissa, just like I learned to be happy for

Lacking experience in writing and reading, English is my most feared subject. It is the one and only vulnerable spot in my otherwise invincible academic armor. I hate writing and I despise reading. Other than magazines, I cannot recall reading anything since "The Crucible" which was a teacher assigned book in my sophomore high school English class. Not that I read a lot before that, I don't remember reading any books in my middle school years neither. Now, with this writing assignment since a long time, my brain feels like an old rusty engine of an 81 Porsche cranking up for the first time in years, readying to compete in the English 1A heat.<br><br>My parents and my favorite math teacher always told me that I'm a very bright individual

Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.

“Reading and writing, like everything else, improves with practice. And, of course, if there are no young readers and writers, there will shortly be no older ones. Literacy will be dead, and democracy - which many believe goes hand in hand with it - will be dead as well”(Margaret Atwood). Similarly to Margaret Atwood, I too have always understood and believed that with practice and years of experience my writing and reading comprehension would advance and that someday I would be able to write my thoughts in an intelligent and concise manner. Coming into freshman year I had the notion that writing was a tedious and unsatisfying process that had left me time and time again disappointed and frustrated in myself and honestly I feared english

When I started writing my first essay, I assumed I did everything correctly. I did have high expectation of getting an excellent paper, but on my writing, it had a weak body, improper punctuation , and misplaced ideas in my essay. As much this hurts me, I knew then I need more practice and correcting myself even more. I felt like my writing were more as like a high school essay than a professional college paper. All the teaching about how to write a descriptive, narrative, persuasive, or even write an expository during my high school years was a lie. I was taught the wrong idea from the start. I did learn to use other words, organize, and properly construct an essay. I have improve my ability of writer.

I know I get mad over stupid things and I'm gonna work on it I am. I just don't wanna lose you ever and I don't want you not to tell me things and I'm not saying you don't. I just know how it is when someone says they don't care you just stop telling them shit period. I shouldn't of said "that I didn't care" in the car and I'm really sorry, but I didn't mean it and I was just frustrated at the time. I always want to hear what you have to say. I just wanna be better I don't wanna stress you out and I really do hate fighting with you. I wanna make happy because that's my job, to keep you smiling. We do think differently about certain things though, which I know we will. But I know we can come to some kind of argument.

Although there will be times of sadness, tension, or anger between two partners, sources of these types of problems may come from unrealistic demands, high expectations, lingering issues and/or certain behavior one partner may not like that which exists in the relationship. Conflict resolution uses honesty, a strong willed mind to consider one’s partner's perspective regardless of the situation, and lots of communication between the couple in question.

Well this Christmas I planned to buy you a gift but unfortunately, it was not in my budget. I could barely buy kyrin gifts. However, I decided to make you something instead. Well write you something. You know that lately we have not been on good terms. I am not sure if we are still together or not. I been trying to talk to you to get everything straight but we never talked about our issues. It is quite frustrating and upsetting. This week I really just want to give up on us. It seem like we never will be on the same page with boundaries in a relationship. However, this note is not about me pleading my case about what I want you to do it more about my feelings towards us. I guess...however, you sum it up. However, any who...I had a mindset of me

I want to say how sorry I am about some of the things that I say to you when I am so angry with you. I can’t ever justify those things. I wish that I had an explanation for why I am so brutal. I will admit to trying to hurt you. I should never fight like this, but I can’t explain my schizophrenic nature.

Let me start off with an apology. When things first began, it was simple. So it goes that life eases into a dull, rhythmic, verse. You got lost and that’s my fault. All I am is sorry. Where did you go, I wonder? I ripped you from my warmth so many times in the velvet of night. So many times you stayed hidden amongst the shelves and floorboards; finding yourself reserved to that small corner on the sofa. What were you thinking of then? Somehow, you always found your way back to me. Somehow you tangled yourself around my skin and frighten off the chill. This…this feels like goodbye. Where did you go? How neglectful I was to disregard you- the very thing that gave me so much consistent comfort. My soul bearer of entertainment on rainy days and

Writing essays is something I do often, however I do not consider it my strong suit. I wrote my first structured essay as a sophomore in high school. Not knowing how to set up a paragraph or even what a thesis statement was, I struggled. As we wrote a tremendous amount of essays throughout the year, I began to appreciate the concept of writing. As the essays became more complex my thoughts became more impenetrable. Grammar, diction, and form of writing are a few small aspects, that with dedication and repetition has improved my writing skills.

I understand what we had was just a fling yes we are just friends I get that. You did not mess me up instead of thinking of it like that I think of it like this I took a risk give you my virginity and did this type of relationship with you knowing that one day we would go our separate ways. Knowing that this was not love but friendship knowing that it was just sex and just for fun. I