Creative Writing: SLAM ! Chipper

Which was the reason why I hated Eros. I hated that I loved him. I hated that his one glance on me could lift up my mood instantly. For the last six years, ever since Mom and I moved to New York, I have been madly in love with the most unreachable guy in our school.

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

"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.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

“Grandpa was the historian of our family. He forced me to concentrate on my daily experience and to tell him accurately what happened.”

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

Summary: Alex had only ever known Michael as the mysterious man who’d protected him from a few bullies, gifting him with a small knife and the promise of teaching Alex to use it, before vanishing. Never to be seen again.

“It’s gonna happen this year.” My father knew I could do it, well he was the coach so isn’t it his job to to believe in me? Either way I was going to do it. Everyone says a bat can’t do it for you, but having a new bat sure did help. I sort of had faith in myself. It can’t be that hard can it be? Just hit the bat with the ball, and don’t have all your weight on your front leg you will lose your power, there are a lot of other complicated things with batting, but it comes when the time is right.

You invited me to start my work day to deliciously dine overlooking the Chicago River and with the stunning view of our beautiful skyline? Yes, please! That's like Instagram overload morning for me! Lucky for me, the Chicago Cut Steakhouse held a media Summer Escape Breakfast showcasing some of their delicious morning menu selections and I got to attend.

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.

Everything up here is different plants are smaller, the air is thinner and colder, the animals have all adapted to this environment. The best part about being able to sit and simply observe nature is the sense of connection you feel to all of this. Even my brother, who really doesn’t like the outdoors, has enjoyed this trip, especially from the Marmot, Jarl rubbing against his foot. Dark clouds are rolling in and it's time to get moving, we take our final pictures, and our last looks at the beauty surrounding us. The scramble down the boulders is easier end up comma butt munch when we reach the bottom the sky is dark, as we jog down the path it starts to rain. we see flashes of lightning in the distance and our speed increases. We begin moving down the mountain, Mom falls on her hip. The large bruise that developed there will become known as Africa. The rest of the way down the mountain, we help her get over the big drops. We're under the tree line now and everyone's exhausted. We continue down down down through the trees It seems like we will never get to the bottom, but we keep moving for what seems like hours, because it was.

Crossing the dark train yard Jack struggled with the weight of the duffle bag. Who knew 2.5 million dollars, would weigh this much. What he had started out carrying, he was now having to drag across the last set of tracks. Hearing a train horn he looked up the tracks and saw a bright light filling the horizon, and felt the rumbling of a train. Tugging the duffle bag, Jack stumbled backwards, wedging his back foot between the main rail and the switch rail. He reached down, trying to loosen his sneaker's shoelace and cursing his choice of high tops. The train, was closing fast, it's headlight now flooding the tracks. Jack abandoned his shoelace and franticly grabbed his ankle and jerked, trying to free his foot. Blaring it's horn and rumbling

"Your who I'm training" the blonde looked forward, eye glistening with a fire of the days that lay a head. From what Gilbert heard this boy was all smiles and boyish charm but so far the Prussian saw no sign of that, only the look of a determined young man. But Gilbert knew better, he stared into those deep blue iris until he saw it. It was quick and without a well-trained eye, one would have missed it completely, but Gilbert was trained and he saw it. Not regret really but maybe sadness or longing. Some stir of emotion that made him wonder if this kid had the nuts to take down an empire such as the British, who were a force to reckoned with and if Prussia was saying that, then it meant something,

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