Creative Writing: The Bulls Vs. The Hornets

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.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

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.

Michael always had an eye for baseball. He played as an outfielder and as a pitcher. When he was twelve, he was the top player in his league. By the age of fifteen, he wasn't the star in baseball as he once was. He was still very good, but he had lost some of his focus. Later, in his high school

I knew Esther and I were in the right class when you told about Kallie. I glanced over at my beautiful daughter sitting beside me, she has lived her entire 23 years in chronic pain.....she has cats, they sleep with her, they are her babies, these kitties have brought comfort to her over the years. I see her holding one of them at times with tears in her eyes. I see the comfort they give her. I teared up when you told your story about Kallie and I wondered if Esther was touched. She was.

The flyer went on to say if anyone had known of any information that might help to find her please contact one of the numbers that was listed. Up into this very moment Daniel didn’t know exactly when or where she went missing. The date seems so memorable to him. He finally remembered why the date was unforgettable in his mind that was the Friday the Varsity Basketball team had a big rival game against Middleview High School he scored 32 points, 6 steals, and 8 assists that they also won in overtime due to him making a clutch shot. He felt guilt knowing something tragic could’ve been happening to her while he was having his best game of his life so far. Ms. Mayfield told the students that she was still trying to find more information about

If You Haven’t Heard about Boondocks then you should probably read this. This Essay is about the Time I spent at Boondocks. Boondocks is a gaming center. It's Kind of like an arcade but has way more cool things that you can do and enjoy with your family. Read on if you want to find out more about it.

A few moments later, just as everyone was about finished with their cigarettes, Chuckles began to howl and bark frantically. He then jumped up on his hind legs resting his forelegs up against the border wall on the roof’s west end as he continued to howl. “What is it boy?” Lovienthal called out to him as he walked over to him to see what the matter was.

Have you ever opened a door of a room and the first thing that happens is you get greeted by a tumbling stack of clothes that fall all over you? Well in this room this was the case, it was a complete and utter mess! The odor was intolerable, a mix of aromas filled the air from things like stinky old gym socks from a couple of weeks ago, to used bath towels smelling like wet dog. The stench wasn’t the only thing that was ridiculous, you could barely see the carpet on the floor! In fact half the right side of the room was taken over by gigantic piles of clothes, wrinkled, unwashed, old, dirty, all clothes were just mixed in piles which started at the entrance of the door and were almost reaching the top of the ceiling. It

“Liam Young! You are under arrest! Freeze!” Their voices screamed after me as I ran blindly down the street. I glanced down at the tiny clear zip-lock bag filled with the reason why I was involved in this great escape. I smothered it in a tight grasp. I had to get rid of it some how. I shoved it in my mouth and swallowed. It burned and cut my already dry throat as it pushed its way into my stomach. My eyes burned and tears drenched my cheeks. I turned the corner. I had to hide, but where? I ran down the empty dark alleyway. The dumpster. No, that would be the first thing they checked. The fire escape. Yes. I climbed up the unending mountain of stairs. I heard the determined footsteps below and shouts. Their flashlights beamed up. I jerked downward

The horse was running and would not stop the tiger was right behind the horse and let out a giant roar. The lion started to claw at my tail and the tiger came off, he was loose now and the horse came crashing down. Quickly the horse got back up and started to run, the tiger right behind him and was gaining distance. The tiger leaped onto the horse and started to claw him.

Shoot, Shoot, Shoot we’re going to get caught. O no they are walking to the car. Now they’re knocking on the window. Grandpa don’t… ugh Why!? He just had to roll the window down. Oh lord, he’s now talking to him. How? That seriously worked! They believed that! Grandpa the only dog you have is sitting in the front seat because she gets “car sick”. We are never going dumpster again, especially behind

She moved from room to room collecting bits and pieces she would need for her day. The Family seal that she both had as an embleem on her clothes and a medallion was a source of symbolic wealth and security. She was not to be touched.

“Thank you Paxton,” exclaimed the elderly woman Mrs.Hanson. It was a routine Saturday morning and Paxton the paper boy was running his usual route. Paxton has been running this route for 2 years now. Ever since his parents passed it’s been the one thing he looks forward to every weekend. Pax doesn’t usually have much to look forward to because all he does in life is go to high school and sit around home with his godparents. He wasn't a studly boy, small, skinny, with jet black hair and bright blue eyes. His route, as always, ended with Mr.Shaun’s small home at the end of Huckle Road. Paxton always has had to walk up and deliver Mr.S’s paper because he was put in a wheelchair from a car accident a few years back. He noticed that the door was wide open, so he walked right through and felt a strong shove of cool air (personification). There was no Mr.Shaun, but there was a rather strange machine right there in the entry way. It was intriguing and Paxton walked up to it to give it a look. He felt his left leg press up against the machine and heard a clicking sound. He realized he had pushed a small lever and before he knew it, everything was black.

Harrison becomes a superhuman when he breaks into the T.V studio. He stomped around and yelled “I am the Emperor!” “Do you hear me” As if he was there to save to world, in which he was in a sense. Harrison arrived with no handicaps left to hold him back from anything and had the strength that he was thirsty for as if he was God. He wanted to let everyone know that you can overcome everything. Harrison’s efforts are ironic because he finally gets the freedom that he wants, yet he is killed for it. The intelligent ones were handicapped to forget the sad things, but this less intelligent one were left clueless. Harrison wanted to give them their freedom back, and because of that they killed him with no