Creative Writing: Pickle

Tricky Dick -- after a string of flops and vicious scandals -- emerges victorious, giving dual peace signs. The exoneration was full. The emotion was rampant. The Nixon Halloween mask looked phenomenal. Toward the left of the photograph, you’ll see Lee the eternal. Bruce was among the most dense of peachicks, with tough abs that wouldn’t behave. He was also a nonsense catapultist -- a real deal Republican: A lover of money, greed, and wealth beyond the Asian system of measurement. He was there to support Nichard Dixon, the vilified. It was a such a cool day. I remember when my daddy saw this on Tee Vee, he wept -- wept like a man. And then he flushed his troubles clean -- rinsed ‘em clean -- with the golden saver, the unreal batter of Coors

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

I was on the mound, looking at the catcher’s mitt, while the hitter got into the box and took his stance. The home plate umpire yelled, “Play ball!” I started my windup, left leg back, turn the right foot parallel to the mound, lift the front leg, and drive. I released the ball, and I watched it travel through the air towards the plate. You could hear the ball smacked the catcher’s glove, and the umpire yelled, “Sttrriiikkkee one!”

Game seven of the World Series, bottom of the ninth inning. I will always regret it. The series was tied 3-3 so whoever won next game, won it all.

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.

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

“So, does it look like it is killing me?” I asked Neb. He didn’t say anything. Neither did Vlada. They were both staring at the wolf.

"Ye yi yo yum," annouced the giant, by the name of Gilbert. The giant's wife, Sally, grunned. She was really tired of hearing his voice. "Yes Gilbert?" The giant's wife sighed. "Where is the the hen that lays the golden eggs?" Gilbert bellowed. "Same place as usual," Sally replied. Sally had been waiting for the prophecy to happen. The prophecy of when a curious boy plants a magical seed, that grows all the way up to the realm above the clouds. Sally could hear Gilbert speaking to the hen, with a loud and clear voice. "Lay," he said. Over and over again. He came back in with the eggs. When Gilbert came back in, Sally asked: "How many eggs did our magical hen lay?" Gilbert replied: "Only ten," with only sounding like "Onaley" and ten sounding like "ton".

When Dutch felt they were a safe distance away, he pulled off the road. He and Gilbert jumped out, yanked the Water Company wording and emblems off the truck, and threw them a good distance from the road. Dutch and Gilbert ran to the back of the truck, looked in, and met the gaze of Marcel, Dorian and Saban. They stared at each other in wide-eyed amazement. Marcel chuckled—then laughed. Then they all laughed. They laughed so hard, tears filled their eyes. Even Cedric who was lying on his stomach on the floor of the truck was smiling. With the tension quelled, they regained their composure. Marcel cautioned Dutch to stay off the main roads. By now the Germans were broadcasting news of the raid and checkpoints would be everywhere. Marcel told

I repeated those words everyday as I sat with blank eyes in a pitch black room. I was feared by many, people dreamt about me, including you.

Johnny, Pamela, and the McAllister brothers came through the roof door a moment later. “You guys too, huh?” Johnny griped as he cupped his hands to light a cigarette.

Eliza slammed the front door, her brown hair whipping behind her as she ran out of her house. Tears streamed down her face with a huge red hand mark was imprinted on it. She saw the barbed wire fence that bordered her city since The Great Attack and only hoped it wasn’t electrified at the moment… she thought of the lake beyond it, the lake always seemed to be a part of her child-hood. When she was younger, Eliza thought back, her father hadn’t minded the border. He often took her over, and to the lake, where they played for hours before returning home to a furious mother, but still, he didn’t mind. Eliza pushed the thought away, her father was dead, he was no longer a burden to her… at least, that’s what her mother had said before they got

He was worn out, his hand hurt badly, and now he had to fight for his life with one of those enormous warriors.

I hail from a fairly modest household. And yet, there I was, concept of clothes entirely forgotten, thundering down the crumbling cement stairs of my aunt’s house, ten years ago. My dashing escapade came to a screeching halt when I nearly collided into my cousin’s best friend. The pitter patter of my feet on the burning asphalt stopped, and everything around us slowed down. A fly buzzed softly as both our eyes bugged out in sheer horror of Forbidden Knowledge. The impending fall of the drop of ice cream from the cone he was clutching measured time agonizingly. The instant it hit the floor, I took off in the opposite direction. I had originally been fleeing the terrifyingly large, 2 inch long lizard that was lazily eyeballing me in the shower,

There is a loud ringing and his head pounds. He didn't know what was going on. He opens his eyes slightly, hissing at the bright lights. He wasn't dead. That much he could tell, because if he was dead... why would everything hurt so much?