Creative Writing : Personal Essay

“Hey, I noticed we haven’t been talking as much recently. Is everything okay?” I reread the text I’m about to send to Ash three times before I click send. I roll over onto my back and sigh, phone still in my hand’s grip. Where did it all go wrong? Is there even anything wrong? There has to be. It’s been almost three weeks since the last time Ash and I last hung out. She’s away at Washington for an internship, but even distance couldn’t hold them apart. Ashley came down to Atlanta without

I panicked, I didn't know what to do. "Uh..." he was just staring at me with a big waiting smile on his face. "Niall," "Yeah?" A big smile spread across my face, I really liked this guy, why shouldn't I go on a date with him? There was nothing stopping me. "Isn't too early for that?" "Yes, but we could always take things slow?" He smiles with mischievous eyes. "Okay then, I'll go on a date with you." I hadn't finished the sentence when he was already engulfing me in a big tight hug once again

hey tom, i figured i might as well write back something. something more composed and put together. something better than just a bunch of emotions poorly leaking out through cheaper words. you hurt me tom. and ill always wonder why. yeah yeah, i know. youre an impulsive guy who doesnt think out his actions. but itll still be on my mind. and i dont know how ill ever be able to get it off my mind, sorry. if you cant tell yet, i might be a bit of a blunt asshole through my words here. though i normally

Next, the unthinkable occurred as Viktor’s finger pushed inward to Joey’s virgin asshole. This apparently one hundred percent, married Italian stud started wailing for more, uncontrollable. Shit, my cock was ready to burst, thought Joey. Fuck me. God, I wanna get fucked. Joey soon felt Viktor’s mouth swallowing his swollen cockhead all the while as Viktor’s fingers sank farther into this virgin asshole. “He still virgin,” spoke Viktor to Henrik. “Not no more,” Henrik replied with a handsome

After a few more tears from Cynthia, they were finally on their way. “Where’s the rest of your gear?” Remi asked as she made herself comfortable in the backseat. “It’s with Nate and Lyle, they drove ahead in the van to get situated.” “Cool.” Leaning back, Remi pulled out her journal and tried to map out her route. The festival started on Friday and lasted through Sunday. Today was Monday, and Remi had spent most of Sunday tracing her routes. Tomorrow she had an appointment to meet with Evie Crofton

I woke up to the sound of crashing ocean waves, and the soft, fluffy feel of sand. Even though the loud yet peaceful sound of the ocean was almost the only thing I could hear, I heard the soft ¨PIT-PAT¨ of teeny foot steps before they suddenly sped up and went another direction. Then, everything that was happening sunk in, and I opened my eyes to see a beautiful island. I didn't remember where I was, or how I had gotten here, or anything else for that matter. The only thing I could remember was my

The Lost Island I waked up and I looked to my left to see my parents were watching the sunrise on our boat room balcony. I rubbed my hand against my eyes to make sure I was awake. My parents came next to me and my mom said with a soft voice " were going to get breakfast be back in a few minutes." "Ok I'll be ready by then," I said. My parents left the room a heard the room door shut. I sat up and thought to myself what should I wear looking through my suitcase. I picked out some

Through my creative writing and reading experience, I have been exposed to a variety of literary genres. My preferred genres have consistently been free verse poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. For the purpose of this class, I have chosen the genre of creative non-fiction. My focus will be literary essays that address humanity’s universal desire for a sense of identity and belonging; these essays will be written from a personal perspective, containing anecdotes, internal conflicts, and external opinions

my creative nonfiction genre proposal, I stated that, “my [creative writing project 's] focus will be literary essays that address humanity’s universal desire for a sense of identity and belonging; these essays will be written from a personal perspective, containing anecdotes, internal conflicts, and external opinions” (1). A little over ten weeks later, I believe I have achieved this goal in my final draft because of the stylistic approaches and revisions I made with the help of the Creative Writing

College writing has been a semester fill with different essays and ways of writing. Although, we have only written three essays during this entire semester (not including this one), it has helped me realize my strengths and weaknesses as a writer. Even though we did write essays, we also wrote many journal entries throughout the semester. By being able to express our creative thoughts out on paper not in an essay format was very beneficial to the course. Throughout this course I have had some easy