Creative Writing: The Joy Of Hunting

“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.

“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.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

Chapter One. The Expedition took a start. All the submariners packed up and got ready for it. Every human being involved was breathing heavily.

Wes was exhausted. It was Monday morning, an no amount of coffee could help him at this point, he was a lost cause. He had gotten about half an hour of sleep the night before while doing more ghost research. He had only slept at all because he tripped over a few art supplies left over from when he was making his charts, and decided that the floor was somewhat comfortable and it was worth too much effort to get up. His father found him in the morning, choosing to ignore the creepy pictures of both Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom tacked to the wall. Thankfully, all Walter said was to clean his room as soon as possible, because frankly, his room was a complete mess. Everything from sharpies and bottles of superglue to cassette tapes about ghosts

The smell of the oil and gunpowder while his head was at the butt of the gun. The gray and brown fur in his sights and then he pulled the trigger and the firing pin hitting the bullet and he let the bullet fly. The deer dropped to its last breath while Jamie was still shaking the orchard went silent. As he approached the deer with caution red steaming blood was coming out of the exit hole on the back of the deer. Once he knelt down beside the down buck the he felt like he had made his family proud as he sat there thinking about how proud his grandpa would be and wondering about how many deer have been shot with that same he just shot his first deer with. Once he ran back to the house his heart almost falling out of his chest ‘’thump thump

Isaac looked up from the blood on the ground and gripped the rough handle of his spear tighter. The rough stone spearpoint was nicked badly, and covered in dried blood. ‘This thing won’t last much longer.’ I thought. I got up from my crouch after rubbing some of the blood between two fingers. It was still wet, but it looked like it was starting to dry in the intense sunlight. I’m getting closer then.

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

The sun was about to rise, but it was still dark outside in the city of Crete. A tall muscular man with chestnut brown hair and eyes that shifted between an emerald green and an electric blue was getting ready for the upcoming race by running laps around the city. His name was Grigolo and he claimed to be the fastest runner on the planet. Grigolo got out of his bed quite loudly and his wife stirred in her sleep groggily asking,

Leaves glistened in the moonlight, as the wind howled in despair. I found myself alone, in the darkness, as I noticed a slim figure walking towards me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, as the individual walking towards me appeared to be a stranger. As the silhouette came closer, I realized that it was my dear aunt. Her face beamed with excitement, and she grabbed me into a tight embrace. “I am moving on,” she informed me as the corners of her mouth pulled into a genuine smile. She then turned around and began to gracefully amble out of the hinterland, as her shadow disappeared within the ominous darkness. I became aware that I was merely in a dream that was only a product of my subconscious mind. I became lucid, as relief washed over

As hunters, Darrel and Peter had a job to do. They had to hunt anything ghostly, paranormal, or supernatural. Because they weren’t typical hunters, they were monster hunters. They have had many adventures, hunting werewolves, vampires, and they even killed demons. But their next adventure couldn’t compare to anything that they have ever faced before…

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

The small echo of dripping water is what woke Einar up from his small nap. Blinking the crust away in his eyes his vision slowly faded in focus as his companion opened his eyes as well, the cave was dark with the only light being a soft glow from the entrance. The brute let out a yawn. His front legs stretched before him, stretching his tight muscles out and giving him the satisfying pain. A few joints in this shoulders popped most likely from being in that tight knit circle that he stayed in to retain some of his warmth in the rather large cave. Looking at the entrance again Einar could see that some snow had littered into the cave 'there must of have been another storm' the young brute though to himself. Despite living up in the mountains, Einar hatted the cold. However, he felt no need to move anywhere else. He had found a nice routine here and there were plenty of rabbits to keep up with his constant hunger.

I put on my dress and look in the mirror. Hm I'm not sure I like it, I'll

SMACK! I was on my back, peering up at Josh as he laid on top me. “Gotc....” He begins to say but stopped. The look of victory slowly vanished from his face at the realization of how little space was between us. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest or maybe it was mine. Because, Josh was now searching my eyes as if he was looking for an answer to a question. His lips were only inches from mine and I could feel the heat coming off of them. Everything inside of me screamed to move away, but my body would not respond. I lay there frozen until my back pocket began to BUZZ “Everbody is kung fu fighting hu ha” BUZZ. Josh immediately was up on his feet and I felt the absence of his body heat.