Creative Writing: Ripped Baby Clothes And Memories

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

He wakes up on the cold, clean surface of a table rock. A rough candelabra flickers at his side as he stirs. Next to it there's three cut roses. Red. A look around and he finds he's in a cave. At the end of one actually. The air is mossy, thick. He doesn't know why he's here or how. Worse, he doesn't know who he is or who he was. He remembers this is called amnesia.

Protect it from whom exactly pray tell? Thiefs, Bandits or Pirates? The village is already peaceful and even if there were trouble it's the adult's responsibility to protect the village furthermore it's my responsibility as your Okaasan to protect you. If you still feel the same way when you're older then I'll teach you some of the techniques I learn during my days as a Marine, but for now I don't want you to worry about the safety of the village instead enjoy your childhood to the fullest. With that being said let's go already, I want the food to be ready by the time Nami and Nojiko come

I woke up at 3:30 to Addison screaming. "Your turn," I said pushing Carson. "I got her last time," he whined. "Well I gave birth to her so you go," I sassed. "Ugg," he groaned as he got up. He left and returned a few minutes later with Addie in his arms. "Addie girl, why don't you sleep?" I asked taking her from Carson. She just snuggled into me. "She had a full diaper," Carson explained. "Of course, she's asleep," I said looking down at Addison asleep in my arms,"I'm going to go rock her." "Babe why? You need your sleep," Carson asked. "I know. I just want some baby snuggles," I said getting up.

He chose a dirty, worn out jacket, with brown and muddy pants that went down to his heels. The two items Walter chose were the best in the dresser. The last time they updated the clothing in there was almost four years ago.

Going back to the beautiful huge rock calm and peacefulness appear where no ones around returning to memories with Auntie Chelsey laughing away, idioctly, being ridiculous nice and quiet, hearing wind make music feeling tranquility and comfort of warmness running down my body watching streams make a flood to create memories about the past month by month, 1 2 3 4 boom!! summer breeze comes and the sun shines amazingly chatting all day with the sun, and all night with the

For example, when we were little we had a pool table in my house, and we had tons of board games so Amy, and I got all of them and started setting them up in the carpet around the pool table we had in my house.When we were done setting them up, we started to play each one like stations.Then there was this one board game that was called perfection, and it’s like one of those games that pop up and give you that jumpy scare.So there was this timer on it,

Kahlua appears as a 12 year old cult leader. He leads a traveling cult of young girls ages 5 to 20 all virgins. When the girls reach 20 there either killed or are deposited in villages that will accept them. Now don't get the wrong idea. Kahlua is a hella gay mortal. He doesn't like girls. No person B, Mako, shows up and is appalled by his cult (its like a lebian worship thang to Kahlua, with Kahlua sitting on a throne of roses in the middle of it all) and tries to turn his girls against him, only to find that Kahlua's cult is frighteningly loyal and faithful.

There he was, standing in the backyard of his childhood home. The visitor stood anxiously as if he didn't know where to start looking. He made his way toward the garage in the far corner of the yard. He put his hands on the handle of the door and opened it, slowly. He leaned into the garage as if someone or something was going to get him if he walked all the way in. The stranger finally got the courage to step all the way in, he even shut the door behind him. As he expected, nothing was the same as when he was a child. He began to talk to himself saying, “Momma always sent us here when Daddy got upset. She said if Daddy ever came in here, to hide. I was only trying to give him a hug and make him feel better, but Daddy pushed me into the

“How many boys have I watched in the past twenty years?” he said, staring at the picture impassively. “For three years I’ve been standing outside official buildings, jails, and morgues, waiting for them to open their doors. And every door I have knocked has presented me with ten thousand photos. Sometimes I feel that every picture I watch is the same,

Grabbing various clothing, indiscriminately strewn about his room, he hastily dressed, letting his chaotic thoughts visit the time of their paths first crossing...

"Yes, she's been sold," Makayla murmurs quietly. "She was... fine at least when I last saw her."

My mom is Beautiful; the words to describe her appearance would be insufficient. She is beautiful in all her aspects. Her smile shines like the sun at sunrise. My mommy has black hair with shimmering sprays of white, long and smooth curls like noodle spaghetti. Her eyes are black and round, filled with love. When my mommy laughs you can see a beautiful love in the side of her cheek. My mommy is average height; she has large eyelashes and figured eyebrows. Her lips are thick with a sparkle of pink; nose is medium and much defined. Her ears are rounded and neither too large nor too small, "normal". In general her face is smooth with a bit of wrinkles on her forehead but beautiful still. She is of robust constitution, but with nice curves.

I vividly recall asking my mother why her waistline was steadily expanding. She took my hand, placed it on her stomach, and said, “Meet your baby sister!” I was six years old and family life had always been focused on me and my needs. Suddenly, I felt uncertain about my future. How would my life change? Would my new sister and I like each other? My father assured me that I would be a kind, loving brother, but I was not so sure! Hours after Lauren’s birth, on a snowy February day, my dad took me to the hospital to meet her. I insisted on wearing my souvenir Burger King crown because I liked it, and thought that she’d like it, too! Amid all the fanfare and excitement, somehow there was a special gift from Lauren to me: a shiny red fire truck! As I opened my gift, I wondered how she could have known that trucks were among my favorite toys (although I didn’t ponder that too long). Daily life quickly changed for me in ways I hadn’t imagined. Initially, my big-brother role was mostly that of helpful assistant, who dutifully gave her a bottle or held her. After I had been assisting with her physical care for some time, I volunteered more meaningful contributions, such as encouraging her to crawl and walk. To my surprise, I secretly started to enjoy my new role. I was getting unexpected pleasure from my increasing responsibilities and from my rising family status. No longer was I simply the older brother; now I was also her close friend, teacher, and coach. Her respect for me made

One of interests, which showed through her school work and her life outside the classroom, is her interest in animals. She would often bring “webkins” to school, which are a brand of stuffed animal collectibles. She claimed that she had a very large collection of these webkins stuffed animals at home. She