Creative Writing: The Cold War

“I remember crawling under one of the orange trees and crying while Chase told Gator that we couldn’t play with him anymore.” (p. 12)

He watches as in front of his cabin, candles disappear simultaneously while someone laughs into the night. Carter spots something by the gaga ball pit. A shadow moving over other shadows. The shadow rotates, revealing that its creation stems from a candle. Carter sprints down the hill, ignoring the twinges from his ankle. If that is Daniel, he can prove he is just as capable as Hunter, if not, no one camper should be alone anyways. At the large, metal soccer goal with chipped white paint, he sees there indeed is a solitary light in the distance. It is processing away from the center of camp, orbiting out to the fringes. Continuing, he passes the gaga ball pit, an eight sided enclosure of low wooden beams reinforced with steel corners that is everyone’s favorite game, except his. A rip-off form of dodge ball and handball that hurts his back from crouching the entire time. The night is deepening. Clouds above coalesce to form an opaque blanket for

            Nortie was the team mate with the most problems and because of Stotan Week most of them were resolved.  Nortie has been beaten by his father since he was 4.  One day while the Stotans, Walker, Jeff, Nortie, and Lion were exchanging stories Nortie told a story that let out a bomb shell.  He made them all cry, this story was about a brother Nortie had that no one knew about.  “My dad would beat him repeatedly, every night he would come home drunk and just beat on him.  Then one day it was his birthday and me my mom and my brother were sitting around his cake when my dad came in and beat him like never before.  The next day I looked in the garage and there he was my brother hung with a note attached to him.  I read the note that said sorry brother I can’t take this anymore good luck.”  This just proved how Nortie had recovered and is strong enough to let out his problems and feelings.  Walker invited Nortie to live with him and

Saturday night her girls were acting even crazier than usual. They seemed to bounce of the walls of the cabin, and she was relieved when the bell rang for the campfire line call. She gathered her but they could not stand still, and by the time they

At last, Sunday had arrived. Julilly and Liza were sitting beside the boiling kettle of clothes. They had long sticks with which they beat the dirt out of their clothes. After a little while of beating and stirring, Julilly noticed Lester out of the corner of her eye. He motioned for her to come behind a row of trees so she could talk with him. Julilly went as she was instructed. Lester told her that Mr. Ross wasn't really a bird watcher. He was actually an abolitionist and a part of the Underground Railroad. He told her about a meeting that Mr. Ross had organized. She, Liza, Lester and Adam were to meet there. Lester told her to listen to the three call of the whippoorwill and come meet him right under the tree they were standing near. Lester left her. Julilly walked back the kettle to tell Liza what Lester had told her. That night, Lester was true to his word and sounded the three calls of the whiperwool. Julilly and Liza headed out and followed Lester to the meeting. The meeting was quick and brief. Mr. Ross told the four of them about the escape, and asked each of them if they were truly up to the challenge of escaping. The four of them accepted the conditions they were going to travel in. Slave catchers and bloodhounds were going to be the beginning of their problems. The

I sat there in confusion as to what had just happened, when I was pleasantly greeted with five people who saw it all go down. I reluctantly shrugged it off, and we continued our journey, yet again.. We began to walk up a dirt trail up to the part of the park where you see all of Franklin. In my opinion, it is the most beautiful spot there, where I could spend this special afternoon with my favorite people. As we stood on the balcony, overlooking the scenery, Laura, was the next one to have an incident with the soccer ball. I looked away for one second and back again to realize that she had thrown the ball in the air, let it bounce, and continued to follow it with her eyes, and arms, as it went over the ledge. Everyone stood there, again in awe, laughing at the fact we had lost the ball, again. Payton and I traveled underneath the balcony, trying to pinpoint where the ball was, with the people above, directing us in the right way. Minutes went by of trying to maneuver our way through the rocks, and steps to get it, when all a sudden, we were all graced with the high pitched sound of Payton, who had just been greeted with the feeling of stepping on a

It was one of the best Saturday practices during the cross country season: The run to the chapel in the St. John’s woods. It was the end of September, and fall was beginning. The St. John’s woods were cool, colorful, and mysterious. Four girls, all best friends; Brooke, Gina, Abbie, and Kristine were all running together. Kristine was a state runner the past year and was ahead of the rest as always, but not far enough that they couldn’t laugh and tell terrible puns together.

We knew that in the pasture we have a better chance of escaping so that we could out run everybody in open space including the cops; infact, as a result we broke away from the group kids because they were exhausted thus not as in physical in shape like us Jarrod and I continued to keep on running I was scared that I didn’t even care that we were running pass bulls, cows, pigs, and horses. However we have been running for some time now I was drained so was he so laid in a ditch hiding in order that we can catch our breath in the meanwhile it’s going on to be twelve o’clock so I said I’m glad we black as heck we both started to laugh without a doubt Jarrod said breathing all hard said I told you this a night you won’t forget my

After they spent an hour doing the last step of the tent, they finally got everything set up. When the sun set, they decided to start a campfire. After a few drinks, they heard a noise behind a tree. Dan decided to quickly check to see if someone was there. After 20 minutes, they started to worry about Dan. Before they all decided to

I can't wait any longer! I'm walking," Lindsey yelled impatiently, hopping out of the car and ignoring all of her Aunt's protests. She began her two mile trek down the block, walking deeper into the woods so she could run freely. Even though she felt bad for deserting her Aunt, she didn't feel that bad. Her aunt was just headed to their house for a day before she went back onto another plane to serve her duties as flight attendant. This finally left Lindsey to be free. Lindsey never knew what to do with her freedom, but she knew something had to be

They had landed in a cotton field. In the distance was a farmhouse. Dogs were barking, they always did. Staying under the cover of the field, they waited. The dogs kept barking. The squad wasn’t sure if they had picked up on their

Cen’s ears flicked, while she wasn’t sure that the Archmage had heard his growl, she did. It was something she knew very well, though hoped that he behaved. Her words stayed sweet and polite, sounding a little different from when she normally spoke hoping Kari might recognize the act “ Yes, even with enchantments it’s still dangerous, for not only us but for you as well, technically. I believe we’re both enemies of your new leader, yes?” Her words were to the point but still said in a jovial manor

“See? I knew you would like them. Now, eat.” We both sat in silence as we devoured the nuts and berries, and before we knew it, we were full. I feel the thirst that I’ve been holding back all day start to demand attention. I get up and scavenge for coconuts to soothe the discomfort in my belly. I find a coconut, and start to take it back to the “camp” when I hear the distinctive thudding of a helicopter’s propellers. I drop my coconuts and run as fast as I can back towards Taylor.

Bill nodded his head “that's me”. People were screaming and bill grabbed the paddle with authority, they quickly rowed away as greg watched the huge boat sink. Bill took off his damp jacket and laid it on greg just before he fell asleep. Morning came quicker than ever and to their surprise bill still had it in him, they woke up to coconuts, crab, and some fresh berries. “Good morning boys im bill russe- “Oh we know mr. russell, it's an honor.” “Thank you boys”. “But we should get set up here”, bill suggested. “I'm on shelter” rodrick said with a big voice, “I will get fire supplies” greg said cheerfully. It was understood bill would get the food. Bill used his height to simply pick fruits off the trees. Roderick looked for big sticks, and big leaves and straw to fill in the gaps. Greg used a survival pouch he found with a lighter and he got some sticks too. Night was growing and the boys were at the shelter with a blazing fire and enough food to choke a horse. They all gathered around and bill told stories about his days in the nba and greg told him all about his family. After bill and the heffleys told stories bill had a thought he dashed over and hung a rim on the side of a tree he took a coconut and splash bill took made a shot from so far out they couldn't believe

One summer night Sara, Chad, Austin, Tristan, Autumn, Myles, Shelby, and I got together to find a game to play. We met in Lincoln at South Pointe at Cold stone creamery. We headed to the mini golf course but when we arrived the place was packed. So we stood in the parking lot trying to figure out ideas. We were getting nowhere when Tristan says “well we can play fugitive.”