Creative Writing: Shelby's Story

Shelby McDowell is seventeen years old and lives in Lake Butler, Florida. She was born at North Florida Regional Medical Center on September 25, 1997. Shelby has blonde hair, brown eyes, and is five foot and seven inches tall. Shelby is going into her senior year at Union County High School and is currently dual enrolled at Florida Gateway College. She lives with her mother and has one brother and one sister, who are both in their mid-twenties. Shelby is very active, has many interests, and has accomplished many goals in her short lifetime. She has set high standards for herself and is working towards accomplishing her long-term goals.

My parents sent me off to Los Angeles when I was in 4th grade to pursue an acting career. I went from audtion to audtion, doing short/student films, plays, and pagents just to get my name out there. I landed a comercial for Time Warner Cable(Southern California Company) as a nerd in a science academy. This lifestyle took dedication and because my mom owned businesses in Salinas, my dad lived with me. We would still travel 6/7 hours every other weekend back and forth from Salinas to Los Angeles.

Snow gushed its way into the breeze, targeting the Washington cabin that you and your friends resided in. You were standing next to Beth -- one of the Washington siblings that own the cabin. You released an inaudible sigh before resting your elbows on the window sill, focusing on the leaves that were blanketed within the snowstorm. You could practically feel Beth squint as you applied more pressure on the wooden sill, making it creak with age.

She sighed. “So, yeah, I’m sitting there and kind of starting to wonder if I really want higher education to be my boyfriend for the next few years.” She closed her eyes, remembering the suffocating feeling that had filled her amidst the talk of new life. “And that was when I excused myself to go have a panic attack in the bathroom.” She exhaled slowly. Admitting that was hard. Rachael had been the one to talk her into seeing a counselor on campus her sophomore year when her anxiety had been really bad. She didn’t want her to think she was back to that.

"Phil, can you please get off the couch and continue cleaning the kitchen?" Dan walked towards the television with a broom in his right hand and turned off the anime Phil was binge watching. "Jess is almost home and I don't want her walking into a pig sty!"

Sarah Marie Hope and Johnny Small met one day at a small Gas Station outside Denver. Johnny went in for his daily coffee routine (He recently started in Denver) and noticed Sarah was waiting for him to pay for his coffee. Johnny eventually walks up to the cashier and Sarah awkwardly charges Johnny extra for the coffee. “Umm... Mam, I think you priced this wrong,” explains Johnny. Being the clumsy, shy-ish person Sarah is, she tries her best to keep things casual. “Oops! I’m sorry! Hey you look familiar, are you the new kid who recently moved from Iowa?” asked Sarah. “Yea, I was kicked out of the State of Iowa for outrunning the Cops and continuously stealing coffee.” states Johnny. “Sounds reckless!” exclaims Sarah.

Interviewer:Thank you for actually coming here Randy. I heard you were once apart of the socs what happened.

Octavia's hands shook as she tucked her red hair into a braid. She smoothed over the delicate twists and curls, willing the tremors to go away.

Dynamic characters make a story more interesting and their experiences offer life lessons that the reader can analyze and ponder.

Such an unusual time, this minute of sleeping. It’s around noon, half past eleven, and the room was so quiet that if you were to listen close you could hear little ants running across to reach the crumbs that had scattered beneath the counter and onto the floor. The walls are quiet, too, with nothing to watch, they close their eyes and rest soundly. The lamps bleed light into the room, but as time passes, the bulbs dim with death and eventually burn out.

I put on my dress and look in the mirror. Hm I'm not sure I like it, I'll

“ It’s going to be fine, Asher Simmons. You’re going to be alright,” the doctor stated calmly and clinically. Ashley lied pale on the bed as she was being rolled into the hospital. Her vision blurry; the sounds of whirring machine and wails of her family in the background indicated where she was. Glimpses of her surroundings flashed before her eyes. Ashley was paralysed; a wave of gratitude and relief swept over her. Like everything in her life she was worried that the poison would be a disappointment, but now she was thankful knowing her death wouldn’t also be a failure.

As soon as Michael sat down, Allison gave Michael a strip tease. She slowly took off her dress. Once Allison stripped down to her underwear, she gave Michael a quick lap dance. She then stripped herself completely naked.

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.