Creative Writing : Personal Writing

“Take your marks”, the referee said then boom as fast as lighting I heard the beep and leapt from the blocks and raced my heart out. As I raced I felt amazing hitting ever flip turn perfectly not missing a stroke and then I finished looked up and say I had done it. I beat the kid who said I was bad and couldn’t swim. We then all got out and I went over to congratulate him. We sho hands and said good job but that’s when I asked him why he had said those words. He didn’t know why he had done it. He apologized and said that he had underestimated me, and from this day on he was no longer so cocky, his temple had been crushed and he no longer underestimated me. So this shows and explains the morals of this story. You can have a different perspective on people or judge them in a wrong way. This person happened to look at me and think to himself that I was a bad swimmer, somebody who would never win, and somebody who would never beat him. He looked at me and judged me before he even knew if I was good or not. I beat him and proved to him that I wasn’t this “sucky swimmer”, and this is the story of when someone miss judged

As a writer, I find myself getting lost. Typically, when I go to start writing I hit a brick wall. It’s as if all my thoughts suddenly escape my mind and I draw a blank. It takes me forever to conjure up some form of a thesis and then takes even longer to figure out what I should write to support it in a way that makes sense. Then, attempting to find a way to organize my ideas and put them together in cohesive paragraphs seems like an impossible task in the moment. It is not uncommon for me to get flustered and just throw something down on the paper because I get anxious seeing how much work is left to do. If I end up going back to read it over prior to submission,

Just before we arrived at the meet Coach Tuch had asserted to the team, “This is it, the day we have been training for guys. You truly need to give this one your all.” As soon as I knew it we were there. I felt like throwing up and crying all at the same time. It was cold, windy, and dry. The course was rough. As Shelby and I were warming up for our race we both knew that this was going to be one of the most challenging race of our lives. We were done and the race was about start as I heard Sydney yell, “ You got this girls let’s go!”

“Well, I have a tale I will gladly tell.” said the swimmer”It’s sad but, joyous! Brave but, cowardly! Now gather ‘round and listen close for this is my tale!”

Standing behind the starting block, I began to turn my head in both directions, eying out my competition. Standing behind lane four, I began to see who was seeded ahead of me. Seeing Her I began to shake girl standing behind lane three was Maya, my friend and the fastest swimmer on our team. Every chance I got to race her, I always messed up, one way or another.

The main goal now is to continue to improve my writing skills and review my work more carefully. I know that when I'm looking for jobs I won't have another person looking over my work over and over to check for mistakes all the time so what I'll do is teach myself more discipline in that area. I want to be able to use my skills for others in the best way

Swish, swish went the water as my hand glided swiftly through the surface. I use and kicked as hard as I could filling like a speedboat that finally reached top speed. I could hear the cheers of my teammates shouting” Go Lauryn Go!!!” And then disaster struck, Boom. I’d hit my head against the wall, coming in a little too quick to hit the flip turn. For me, everything stopped. My head was spinning, my legs were shaking, and I was more than a little off balanced. I had never experienced anything like that before. I was always off the block with great, speed determined to win, but this time was different. There was no way I could win because by the time I regained my balance all of my competitors were already three quarters finished.However,

There were 2 pools and one was for warm-down after a race and the other pool was for racing. The sun was coming up at last. It was getting much WARMER. All the swimmers, friends, parents, grandparents,and siblings were all pumped up, excited, and a little nervous, b. But, Kennedy was a little too nervous. I could tell. The rest of my family was on the bleachers, including me. It was getting very,very tense. Finally, she got on the block. Everyone got quiet for the referee to start his words. All I heard was, “ Take your mark , beeeeeeeeeeep”. The race started. She was going to do the 100 IM. The 100 IM is 4 laps. The first lap is butterfly, then backstroke, second to last is breaststroke( my favorite), and last is freestyle. She was doing really, really good until freestyle because she got too tired. Her time was 1:48:36. She made it to finals. We heard it over the announcement along with everyone who made finals. It was so fascinating. Time for her next

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The earliest memory I have of writing is when I was in kindergarten. Pencil in hand, I sat at my desk, ready to write. Large sheets of paper with bold lines on it were passed out by my teacher. Across the blackboard, in perfect handwriting, my teacher had demonstrated how to write a sentence. I listened carefully as she went over the rules, “Remember to start with an uppercase letter, and end with a period.” Just before I had begun writing, my teacher added, “And be sure to put spaces between your words.” I carefully wrote out a sentence. I looked over my work, satisfied with what I had written. My teacher came around to collect the large sheets of paper. Suddenly, I realized my mistake. I had put spaces between all the letters, instead of between the words.

This made my body less buoyant and my speed somewhat slow. There were two sixteen year old girls in the lanes on either side of me who swam with the agility of dolphins. These girls and everyone else beat me to the finish, which did not help my nineteen-year-old ego. I wanted to crawl away and hide but was determined not to let myself be outdone.

Ringing of an alarm clock pierces the air, and it bounces off of stark lavender walls that

I was ten when I first entered into a major Swimming competition, a stepping-stone towards achieving my dreams. Hours were poured into training and sacrifices made simply for a perfect race to the podium. I had arrived 3 hours earlier, and to my dismay that the competition had been delayed. My parents hid their apparent annoyance, in hope that the long wait would prove its worth, yet only to find out it actually was not. The long wait took its toil on me and panic overcame me at the starting blocks. In a field of 8 swimmers, the number ‘8’ flashed brightly against my name, glistening tears welled up in my eyes as failure washed over me.

I read because it allowed me to become someone else and learn about the world through their eyes. I wrote because I wanted to create a place to escape to. The power of reading and writing, I believed, could significantly change a person outlook on life. So, I read to become someone else and learn how life is. I read to explore the world. I wrote to create new places to escape to. I wrote to implement scenarios that I wished existed. I read and write to be free.

“On your mark...get set...GO!” shouted the coach. Charvi dove in with her hands held over her head and floated up to the surface and started kicking her legs. Her right arm sliced right through the water while her left arm just slapped the surface. It slowed her down a lot. She made it to one end of the pool and she had to go to the other side now. The caught onto the edge for a second and glided of to the other side. Her left arm shook a lot but she still kept going, this time she kicked super fast leaving a trail of bubbles behind her. When she took a breath I saw that there were four people ahead of her. Finally she made it to the end. “Good job Charvi, you got 5th place,” said the volunteer time keeper. Charvi took me off her eyes and said thank you. She walked over to her mom and dad and said, “I got fifth place, I could have done much better though.” Proud were her parents in surprise(17). “It was very brave of you to swim with your weak arm,” said the dad. “Yes, we are very proud of you,” added the mom. Then Charvi ate my friend Cheetos and put me back in the bag as we headed home. I enjoyed my dip in the pool today though it was pretty fast.