Creative Writing: The Adirondack

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

After a long mountainous drive, I arrived at my destination to embrace one of nature’s wonders in the Great Smokey Mountain National Park, Abram Falls Trail. Upon departing the car, a cool crisp breeze brushed my face and the aroma of bacon lingered in the early morning air from the neighboring campground. The narrow rocky footpath looked like a tedious adventure, however a gorgeous, vibrant array of red, purple, orange, and yellow wildflowers blossoming at the entrance made the trail alluring. Navigating the rocky, uneven terrain required sturdy footing, but the quiet stillness created a peaceful relaxing atmosphere. The lush pine-oak forest formed a green canopy of shelter above the trail, offering welcome cool shade, as vivid sunlight filtered through the foliage. A sweet honey fragrance permeated the air, as a stunning scene displayed a cluster of purple and pure white

A hand crashed through the glass on the side of Caesar's body. The thing was reaching for her. She aimed the gun at the thing and squeezed the trigger. The thing didn't flinch, but grabbed her wrist and took a deep bite. She squeezed the trigger several more times and all the bullets hit the thing. It collapsed to the ground. Eva's heart exploded exploded in her chest. She kicked the door open and looked at the thing on the ground. Was it the Jersey Devil everybody in these parts are talking about. No, the Jersey Devil wasn't real or was it? No, it was just a strange tale that parent's tole their kids to make them stay out of the woods.She gulped in air and kneel down beside the creature. This was no Jersey Devil.

“You're all done.” Eve said. I look at her, stand up and reach to get my phone. I click the on button and see a message.

“We’re just going for a ride, just you and me. See Ellie’s leaving. See. It will be just you and me.” He said trying to reassure Connie. “We’re not far, we’ll be home soon after sunset, there’s just one place I want to take you first.”

"And how will we be able to tell demigods from magicals?" Piper added with an intrigued expression.

Pupils dilated and fist clenched, my heart palpitating as we make our way up the prominent Rocky Mountains. All I am telling myself is “I can’t believe I’m here, I can’t believe I’m seeing this.” Coming from the hustle and bustle of Houston, Texas, I am now transported into the clouds. I am on top of the world, I am in Colorado. I glance at my two cousins, who are too, in awe. We see the earth in an unfamiliar light, we are seeing everything we have in a sense been deprived of. The enormous mountains, radiating power and strength, send chills running down my spine. For the first time in a long time, I feel human.

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” Born and raised in a box where everyone knows everyone means that there’s always “go to” places. As we grow out of cleats and place dolls in the attic, the giant wooden obstacles that you know every nook and cranny too are now just tired playgrounds filled with new children left to discover those hidden spots. The man made lakes that left the smell of sweet summer and chlorine lingering in your hair and skin are now rain puddles. Places from childhood form who we are and create everlasting friendships but over time, as the leaves change in the seasons so can we.

"Go to work, Harvey." I say quite rudely. Whoops, really didn't mean for that. He gives me a quick hug before leaving.

There were gray puffy things in the higher place of whatever part of the building this was, and on the ground, a color she had never seen before. It appealed to her very much, and when she stepped out, she noticed that it was only a little bit that color. It was mainly brown, but… The green was still visible. The world felt still and dead around her, and yet, it looked so very beautiful. It certainly was more beautiful than anything she had ever seen before, that was for

It was a bright Sunday morning in California, Bakersfield on Maple Street. Maple Street is a street that is peaceful with a neighborhood of cottages except for one. The one that Tommy Jones lived in. All his neighbors knew Tommy was spoiled. His parents think that he should have whatever he wants since he is little. Tommy had everything his heart desired. A flat screen TV, a remote control car, a king size bed (that’s only for him), swimming pool, trampoline, a playground, computer, etc. His older sister, Jessica, on the other hand didn’t really care what she had or didn’t have. All she needed was a book and she’d be delighted. Of course to afford all that, they needed to be rich. Tommy’s father was a lawyer and his mother was a surgeon. Since they get them whatever they want, they expected their kids to get good grades.

“Well let’s start on what happened after you left town, ya know, from 20 years ago,” Tristan said, chuckling.

The true joy in her life was her healthy daughter. If anything happen to her...Ceres disoriented looked up at her daughter; who she had seen grown up all her life. How can she let her

August turns a dial back and forth before he gets it onto the correct setting. “I set it to take you to the next resistance frequency we can pick up. Basically, you should have the sensation that you’re inside a resistance website.”

“You have reached Red Apple Cars. This is Evelyn speaking. How may I assist you?”