Creative Writing: The Last Chapter Of The Twits

Finally, I reached to masts and hastily went grabbing for the rope. I finally got a hold of them and went to tie them down. The constant downpour of rain made it near impossible to keep hold of the ropes. I kept struggling to keep a grip on them. After what felt like an eternity of struggle, I had tied down the ropes. Then, I shouted in the captain’s direction, “We’re all tied

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

“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

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.

When the people found out who was in the wooden aircraft they were all shocked to find out who was in it. They ran around hollering “How are you all not dead!” The mayor of the town walked out saying “What in tarnation is all this ruckus going on”. The mayor walked towards the four shaking their hands, before long says “Wait, weren't you the ones who were outcasts?” They all looked at each other. Tom spoke up saying “Yes, but Uncle Billy stole all our horses as well as our supplies,” The mayor would nod his head curiously asking what the contraption was sitting next to them. The four would chuckle, Mother Shipton says “We do not know what to call it, but we know it flies like any bird”. The mayor thought for a bit, nodding repeatedly. Mother Shipton spoke up furthermore, saying “We have nothing left may we please just stay here? We do not know where else to go, we have lived here our entire

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Ratched: It’s all right, Billy. It’s all right. No one else is going to harm you. It’s all right. I’ll explain to your mother.

“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.

"I don’t want them to kill no hog," she said. "I want a man to go to that chair, on his own two feet." – page 13 Page

I told my husband if it would be a good idea if we would go around the big giant hill. Well, he said that we got to go up the hill because he believed that Ash Hollow behind it. Then this is the time to think if I would dump things out before we will be in trouble or I should say that we would keep important thing to keep us from harm or danger. Of course this is dangerous but this is my husbands choice and I guess that we got to go with it. So I decided to dump out our dutch oven and our tools and nothing else, plus I’m sad that we got to throw away our stuff that we bought but it would be our only good. So when we got our stuff thrown away, we started climbing up the hill, But before climbing the hill, I tied the rope at the back of our wagons and my husband tying the other side of the rope to the tree on top of the hill. He said that we would be doing this one at a time, it would be a good idea because the wagons weight will be carried off the the bottom of the big giant hill. So we started going up then our wagon suddenly started going up slowly, up the hill and carefully so nothing will be damaged or anything. The wagon seems to be snubbing a little bit, plus the children including the children of the party are pretty afraid that the rope will snap in half, which things will be broken. But luckily, the wagon got up safely unless the rope seems to be snubbing some more.

The next morning, George crept out of the bunk house and into the barn. There he stared at Curley’s Wife; curious of what actually happened. He felt outraged because he told Lennie to stay away from her but as always, he forgot. He turned to the pups and sat down to stroke them however, he realised that one of them was missing. “Lennie, what did you do?” he muttered. Suddenly, George heard a faint mumble coming closer to the barn. He didn’t know what to do so he darted to a hay bale and hid behind it.

BOY WILLIE: Just lay down here for a minute and then we will get up and sneak on over there. LYMON: Then we can push him down that well.

For some background knowledge, Winnie in the 1800’s is in a very rich family with a very critical landmark with their house, but more importantly the woods. Her rich parents don’t give her much freedom, and she doesn’t get to leave the yard. She doesn’t like these rules and are very frustrated with her parents and is on the verge of running away. She had said to a toad, “Look here, toad,” she said, thrusting her arms through the bars of the fence and plucking at the weeds on the other side. “I don’t think I can stand it much longer.” This hints at the frustrated tone because she is complaining about the fact she can’t leave the yard, and can’t

“Damn it, Millie, shut up and leave me alone” thought George. “I'll get up when I'm good and ready. Just shut up and leave me alone!”