Creative Writing Scorpion

Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed

He woke up in a cold sweat on the floor of a strange, rusty iron elevator, there were steel barrels, crates, and coils of rope. He felt the elevator stop and he could faintly hear people talking above him. Suddenly, big iron doors above him swung open and he was blinded by the light that came out. “Hey there!” a voice said. “Well you must be confused, let me help clear things up a bit. I’m Ethan, I run things around here”.

I woke up groggy and confused Thursday night. I couldn't tell where I was, all I could see were the bright lights. The first thing I felt was an intense pain shooting all over my body, all I wanted to do was move. I thrashed around in, bed kicking my legs, trying to

I could feel the acid in my throat; I desperately needed water and couldn’t keep any food down. I had felt like this for the last three months but no one believed me. I started to doubt it myself, my mom said I was fine so why wouldn’t I be?

You felt your knee raise itself unconsciously as it climbed onto the window sill, you leaned outward. It was like breathing in clarity, like everything became so clear to you: you were on the third floor of some rotten hotel about to kill yourself. You needed to make this count. You felt you stomach rage uncertainly, beckoning the question on whether or not you wanted this. You inwardly told your body sorry for wasting it. You hoped your body could be still put up for organ harvesting for those who needed it. You were sorry to the organs who wouldn't get that

“3rd and 10 on the Dragons 40 yard line, 20 seconds to go. 10 to 7 Dragons are leading, timeout Cougars as they talk things over.” Hi I’m Ryan Hobbes, I bet you’re wondering what is happening. Well I play for the Cougars varsity high school football team in New York. I’m in 11th grade and I want to go all the way. Anyway off of me, I’m in a game right now versus our rival team the Dragons. I’m the top wide receiver on our team, but I have not gotten a lot of action this game. It’s a close game and I am listening to my coach in the timeout as he is very confident in us.

Everyone has judged someone before they get to know them, sometimes you can even do it on accident. My personal experience in judging someone before getting to know them was when I meet my step-brother Carson for the first time. When I first met Carson I was about 6 years old and he was around 10 years old. I was at his house in Florida that I had never been to before, so I was scared already, so when I went upstairs to grab something from my bag I saw him for the first time, he was coming around the corner really fast and was wasn’t paying attention and ran right into me. The first thoughts that came to mind was that he was big and scary and he just hurt me. But after I got to know him I realized he wasn’t really scary at all, it was just

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.

I was born on July 8th, 1996 at 5:20 in the morning. I weight 7 pounds 6 ounces, When I was little I was a sick baby, I guess I was in and out of the hospital my whole childhood. My mother tells me how I got my name so many times and usually its on my birthday. When I was born, I guess my parents didn't have a name already picked out for me so when I came out I had no name. My grandma picked me up from my mother's arms and looked at me and thats when she gave me the name Samantha. My middle name is super special because it's my grandma's middle name and my mother's middle name.

They call me a shadow an evil spirit of the dark and the one with no face just because no one ever seen my face trust me my not a bad person my just trying to make my cut in life see I wasn't always this bad I just didn't grow up killing for cash I was trained by the world's most feared assinas they showed me how the shadows we're you friends and how to yours them as cover see my different from every other's assienas I was born with a gift that let me move so fast it look like i vanished and I could feel sound waves which help when my target was behind an object and it could make me feel like time slowed down with this ability I could shoot a sniper and never miss my target at age of eleven I was in the field racking up kills

Hi Sharks. I am Zachary, from Akkad in the Akkadian empire. Akkad is near both the Tigris and Euphrates river, it’s near the Persian gulf, and it is very flat. We are known for the first and the only empire of Sargon the great! Were also known for paying soldiers and hiring governors! I was once a merchant,when I traded goods, it was very hard for me to carry them back from other countries. I always have a sore back from carrying or dragging the goods around. I always thought there could be a solution. And then I had an idea, and the wheel was born!

Everything went black. A stream of warmth trickled past my lip. As I ran my hand across the warmth, I quickly realized it was blood. My first feeling was panic, and my heart dropped. Maybe it was just a bloody nose. Running my hands across my face and through my hair, I soon realized it was much more than a bloody nose. Legs weak, body numb, and a blood pouring past my lips, I knew something was terribly wrong. Struggling to get back on my feet, all I could see were the looks of panic etched across my friends’ faces.

Blood flow rushing through my veins, lungs heavily breathing through thin air, heart pounding loudly, I couldn’t bear. Slowly I unsealed my eyes from its long tender slumber, and grazed everything around me. Pitch black light loomed in my sight. I perceived nothing except darkness and a shadowy site. Terrified of my blindness, cascades of water started whooshing down my eyes. With all my might, I stretched out my long podgy arms as stiff as I can as it hit a large rigid structure similar to a wall. Four compacted fortifications built to confine me inside this hollow full of terror.

Confused, shocked and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, gasping for air, trying desperately to stagger onto my knees. A sharp pain suddenly ran up my spine into my forehead and quickly I collapsed back onto the cold damp floor inside this mangled metal coffin in which I was trapped in. Bit by bit I moved my hand closer to my forehead, trying to impede this massive throbbing that was affecting my head. I skimmed my forehead and paused my hand on a huge gash. The pain shot into my head again, but I was able to clutch on to the seat and hold my balance. There was blood pouring down the side

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.