Creative Writing: The Identifiers

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

At this instant exiled from my tribe; I headed toward to the shores of my former home. With only my trusty canoe, I was in search of a new abode. Furiously marching in the forest, I contemplated on what I was about to do. A short instance of gibberish interrupted my thoughts. Instantaneously, I carefully placed my canoe on the forest floor and hid in a nearby bush. With sweat falling from my smoky caramel body, I slowly peeked out of the brushy trees and into the calm ocean waves. Near the shore, I spotted an ominous giant canoe looking structure. Never have I seen such a colossal raft. I was just about to exit the forest to inspect, but I heard a snap of a twig behind me. My stomach clenched as I gasped for air. I turned around. The last thing I remember was seeing a pale image of a man, after that, just darkness.

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

When I was a kid, about 5 to 8 years old, my hands would always get cold whenever the surrounding air is chilly. My dad would always tell me to rub them together, like you would in order to make fire. And so I did it. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. My fingers grind against each other from the tips of my little fingers to the base of my palm, but none of this worked. My hands still are cold, stone cold. Then my dad said after watching me rub for a whole 3

A beautiful suite of 1 bed, 1 Full bath, Living room and kitchen. It has available car parking and gardening space in Dale City, Wood-bridge.

I still remember the smell of the wet road. The noise that was made as the metal bent, as the glass shattered. I remember every flip that we went through. We flipped at least three times. All the stuff we had bought that day, was flying across our faces. I mainly remember that a glass mayonnaise hit my mother on her forehead. The smell of mayonnaise made me snap me out of the shock I was in. As soon as the car stopped moving I tried opening the my door, But the door was jammed in. My mother was not in panic so that helped me to stay calm. She calmly told me she couldn’t open her door as well. I crawled my way to the back of the truck. Luckily the back door ware not jammed. As I got out , I stepped on the wet grass I remember feeling a little

Detective Tom Reilly let the photo slip from his fingers, and ran his palm over a scalp adorned with light brown hair, shorn in a buzz-cut, then lifted his deep-blue eyes to stare at his colleague. "I'm not sure, Jarrod," he replied slowly, and drew his gaze back to the image of the bruised, battered and naked woman that had landed face-up on his desk, located in a office on the second of the Police building in the ninety-sixth precinct. The woman who, by appearances, could be his wife's sister. Not that you could tell from the crime-scene photo.

Once upon a time before the Earth was made, there were two creations called Cloud and Blizzard. Cloud had soft white fur and warm green eyes. Blizzard was also white with grey streaks and blue eyes.

I hail from a fairly modest household. And yet, there I was, concept of clothes entirely forgotten, thundering down the crumbling cement stairs of my aunt’s house, ten years ago. My dashing escapade came to a screeching halt when I nearly collided into my cousin’s best friend. The pitter patter of my feet on the burning asphalt stopped, and everything around us slowed down. A fly buzzed softly as both our eyes bugged out in sheer horror of Forbidden Knowledge. The impending fall of the drop of ice cream from the cone he was clutching measured time agonizingly. The instant it hit the floor, I took off in the opposite direction. I had originally been fleeing the terrifyingly large, 2 inch long lizard that was lazily eyeballing me in the shower,

One stormy night there was this house in the middle of the of the woods and, three boys who were about to have the night of their life. James and his friends Cameron and Francisco they were hanging out in the living room when a crash of thunder shook the house and knocked out the power and, scared all of them. The only thing could see was darkness until they remember their phones and turned on their flashlight and use it for light.

Idmaer saw in Saega’s eyes a resolve that would not waver. With Agnerod’s Touch and whatever magic made him into the monster, Saega could torment Idmaer without end. That much could be endured. But to have Edoma torn apart with Idmaer’s own hands. That was something he couldn’t endure.

The Pulls still shake me deeply every time I see them. Most of the time I look away. Every instance remind me of the first time. I wasn’t fully sure of what I was exactly seeing, I’m still not. To me it looks like some illusion, some magic trick that needs only to be examined closely to see its inner workings and mechanisms. I only this things was a bug pinned to a peace of cork, I could stare at this whole thing under a microscope and every aspect of it would be illuminated as I pull it apart, piece by piece.

The newborn was moaning as the midwife wrapped in a receiving blanket and quickly handed her sister Ruth.

I grabbed the door for him, as he carried the girl's drinks to them. Jenny and Aida were sprawled on opposite sides of the tub—arms spread, hands holding onto the edge behind them. Their breasts floated buoyantly just above the rolling water, a beautiful sight for our eyes to drink in. It was a smaller tub, four people would be a tight fit, but that was perfect for what we had planned for the evening. Keith entered the foaming water and handed both women their drinks. He was standing on the last step, his cock stuck straight out, a few inches above the water. He lingered for a moment giving the girls a chance to admire his manhood, which they both did. If I had any