Creative Writing: Pete's Dragon

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

Once upon a time there was a hero named Dustin Pellerin and his job was to make people happy and unangry all the time. Everybody thanked him for it except one person. Captain Buttface and he made all the people angry and mad and sad, but Dustin would always make it alright. Now one day it was the perfect summer day and all the kids were having fun, but Captain Buttface was not having it. But Dustin pellerin was having fun and saw some kids crying and punching things this made Dustin very sad because he didn’t like any kids sad because he was a kid once. So he ask them what was wrong and they said captain Buttface made them upset. Dustin said “i'm sorry ill buy you an ice cream cone how about that”? The kids said “yes please” and Dustin said

“Slaying the Dragon” by Deborah Gee is a comprehensive look at media stereotypes of Asian and Asian American women since the silent era. From the racist use of white actors to portray Asians in early Hollywood films, through the success of Anna May Wong’s sinister dragon lady, to Suzie Wong and the ‘50s geisha girls, to the Asian-American anchorwoman of today. The movie also shows how stereotypes of exoticism and docility have affected the perception of Asian-American women.

Turtle wexler went into the westing house. Turtle wexler went into the westing house to earn some money. The bet was that for every minute she was in there she got two dollars. No one had been in the house for a long time you see two boys went in there and they came running out in a flash. One kid kept running until he fell off a ledge he survived from it. While his other friend went crazy he had blood on his hand.And all he could say was purple waves. He was put in a asylum and he is always looking at his hands saying purple waves. Turtle on the other hand don't go crazy but she did see something that will change her forever she found sam westing not moving in his bed. The myth was that he was on a rug but he was in a bed he looked like he

I never knew the Smokies were so close to my grandparent’s retirement village. Every summer all the cousins jammed into Grandpa’s Ford for our jaunt up the mountains. But back then the hills had no name. They were recognized only by the pop of our ears and the pink silk trees bowing down to the highway. Since those days I have grown partial to any patch of grass with “National Park” tacked to its title. Today the mimosas still tossed their petals to traffic, and the truck remembered its ever-present perfume of damp golden retriever. But today we were going to The Great Smoky Mountains National Park. “Cade’s Cove, next left,” the road sign read, and two bikes bumped along on the car hitch.

The setting is a quiet little mountain town run by friendly, all be it, wealthy native americans. A quaint little gambling hall, or casino, was the place where our story takes place. A young man, lets call him, Guy, is a bright-eyed, ambitious reporter, who has his sights set on one day having his own bowling or woodworking advice column. It was a normal Thursday evening, and Guy entered the building where dreams are reached, and love and friendship is bloomed - the bowling alley at black oak casino. Guy was excited to take pictures of the world class bowlers who grace the world with their presence. Guy was hoping to perhaps snap the perfect photo of one of those all-american athletes and perhaps could later get the photo signed, so he could hang it above his mantle.

Weeks later, as Snowman stares into the familiar bright green eyes, he thinks back to what led him here, forgetting the fact that in a few moments, his whole world will be turned upside down.

A fortnight passed, and Percy and his siblings spent extra time with Will. After coming close to losing him, they all got along better than ever.

Lionel Giverd was practicing his football one day on his team, and he suddenly landed on his arm he started to swear. He realized he would be in the cast for a while and he hoped he could make the team next year.

It was unclear what exactly woke up the small elf, maybe the unfamiliar sounds of horse hooves against the ground, maybe the bright sunlight shining through the sparse forest, maybe the motions of the carriage from the uneven terrain, or some divine forsaken mixture of the three. When she attempted raising her arms to shield her eyes from the harsh light, she discovered that they had been bound together, and rather tightly at that. 'Great,' she thought to herself.

It was late. The moon had risen high and the starry sky brightening up the dark night. Various hex-tech lamps lit up the mostly clear streets of Piltover, and the buildings had their lights off. All, but one.

Her voice was like a whisper as the jail’s bars slowy closed upon her face. her vision was still dizzy, and she had not eat anything for hours. turning her head back, she tried to walk. clumsy steps were the best she could do, occasionally almost stumbling to reach the bed, or at least what seemed like a bed to her.

I, half-dead with thirst, came upon a silver Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when I put my beak into the mouth of the silver Pitcher I found that only very little water was left in it, and that I could not reach far enough down to get at it. I tried, and I tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and I took a pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into

last blood city at night the alarm goes off and there scream and shout everywhere inside the city and all the new-human began hunting for monsters, relics, and the zombies that got inside the city.

Peter was hurting. Oh God, he hurt everywhere. Sore, achy. He wasn't sure what happened; his mind is foggy; he's so dizzy; and his senses are slowly recovering. But his mind couldn't take itself off the pain. It was excruciating, almost. He cried out, and as he came around, the sensation of hurt he was feeling just seemed to turn ten times worse. He had no idea what was going on; or where he was. Brown orbs tried to scan his location and make his mind register it. From what he could make out, he was in a room. Not outside. Well, at least he hadn't been stranded. That ruled off a possibility as to why he's hurting so much. He noted there was only one light above him--a lightbulb. The power was almost drained out, though. It would flicker occasionally.