Creative Writing: The Choctaw Boy

To understand the origins of the Virginia colony, it is vital to examine the perspective of the local Indians, the settlers’ worldview, and the conditions of the country the Englishmen left behind. “The Indians’ New World: The Catawba Experience” by James H. Merell emphasizes the active role of the Indians; “The Labor Problem at Jamestown, 1607-18” by Edmund S. Morgan describes how the settlers’ behavior reflects governmental and societal work standards and practices back in England; and Walt Disney’s Pocahontas oscillates between the Indian village and the settlers’ fort. These sources reveal both similar and conflicting views, which focus on the level and types of Indian-settler interactions in Virginia and the Carolinas, the settlers’

It was a warm, breezy summer morning in Tennessee, 1838. Under the cool shade of the trees was a village of a tribe called the Cherokees. Their houses had wooden walls made of cut up logs, their roofs were made of wood bark. Chea Sequa. Chief of the Wolf Clan village, stood tall and strong with long hair as dark as the middle of a sunflower (where the seeds are held through the long summers). His eyes were brown like the rich brown earth (that was used for farming). Amadahy (the Chiefs’ wife) stood confident, she had hair as dark as the midnight sky, and she had the powerful eyes that belonged to a wife and a mother of a young daughter. Adsila the chiefs daughter who is now 8 summers (years) old stood confident like her mother, but had the

Florida was a type of hell I'll never come back to. I'm glad I left. Even though it was bought in 1819, some fifty years ago, I was in need of new gullible breed to hustle. Florida had been sucked dry by Jeff “Hands” McCoy. Admittedly, I miss my partner in crime and my adventures would have been a lot more…. well, adventurous. Fred, I’ve missed your expert ability to handle the people with ease, which I'll never be able to do. I honestly expected for this trip to only last a year or two. I had never thought that it would be, what, ten years. Looking back, I don't think I would've changed one bit of the journey. Maybe in the next couple years or so I'll be able to come and visit you over a Transcontinental Railroad. I hear that Congress may

Lt. John Dunbar was lying on a hospital bed, leg totally mutilated. Barely conscious, the man over heard the surgeon say he could not amputate this mans leg as tired as he was. Dunbar didn’t like what he heard, so when the surgeons left, he grabbed his boat, and he slowly slid the boat up his mutilated foot biting on a stick to relive the massive pain.

Thanks again for your help! That's wonderful to hear! I'm actually back in Dunellen working with my father and doing some subbing here and there. I would be interested in providing information and help on the Valley Forge Encampment, however, I do not have many materials or props about the park or the encampment. So, if you don't think it would be in your best interest in coming into the school, I wouldn't mind doing something through Skype or email. Sincerely -Russell Brindley.

Gideon had been pissed off at this assignment, until now. He had started writing for the Amsterdam News right after graduating from Columbia University four years ago, and had never gotten what he felt was such a bullshit, National Inquisitive type assignment in his short career. But looking at this man was making him rethink the whole thing.

As I searched around the forest for food, I could hear the birds chirping, the waves clashing, and leaves falling off the trees. When I approached the shore, I spotted three unusual objects in the sea. I waited a while as the objects became visible; they were three massive ships, so immense that no one could believe I saw them. My heart accelerated and I scurried back to my village to warn the chief about my sightings.

Another lady figured the kid’s mothers knew where they were so she didn’t feel the need to intrude. With no interference from anyone the boys continued on playing around and the train began to slow down and as it was slowing down the lady who was afraid of embarrassment, saw the boys jerk forward and backward and grab the swinging guard chains. The lady then decided it was finally time to save the boys for good so she stood up determined as ever and went over to the boys and said, "You boys will be hurt. You'll be killed.

Met the Nez Perce Indians and they invited us to stay with them for a while. I was really impressed with the Nez Perce. They were all so dignified. They were all so proud. Our crew has dreamt to be like that. The Nez Perce were really friendly and helpful and drew a detailed map which would eventually lead to the ocean. We followed this map and we are achieving great lengths.

He knocked the guy to the ground, disarmed him and placed his hand tightly over his mouth. Gopher, the new guy, ran in and gagged him while Digger tied his hands behind his back. Gopher in Kurdish told the man to shut up and bagged his head. Quickly they whisked him out of the area as the rest of us brought up the rear.

The journey to Utah was very long and Linda needed to rest. She stopped at the motel nearby, she needed to cool off for the night and continue her journey in the morning. The place was isolated and quiet. She walked in the motel to book a room, it looked simple but she never had any choice. She needed some rest. There was a bar opposite the motel.

A man with an apple like frame slowly approached me, “Were you the house slave for the Smiths?” he asked. I slowly nodded. The man roared, “Can you speak boy?”

One day Wackomoto desperately wanted to go play with friends after school, before school his mom told him to clean his room after he got home. Despite what his mom has told him he went with his friends anyway. They went swimming in the pond and jumping on the trampoline. They were playing outside for about 2 hours but then went to fonder, his friends, house. When he walked in the door he was greeted by fonders’ mom,

“Come here young ones,” I shouted,” Would you guys like to learn about my former life as a slave?”

“I don't care what Mr. Henchard said, nor anybody else! ‘Tis simple foolishness to do this. Go and dress yourself instantly, Whittle.”