Creative Writing: The Maker's Tegan

"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.

“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.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed

Everyone has judged someone before they get to know them, sometimes you can even do it on accident. My personal experience in judging someone before getting to know them was when I meet my step-brother Carson for the first time. When I first met Carson I was about 6 years old and he was around 10 years old. I was at his house in Florida that I had never been to before, so I was scared already, so when I went upstairs to grab something from my bag I saw him for the first time, he was coming around the corner really fast and was wasn’t paying attention and ran right into me. The first thoughts that came to mind was that he was big and scary and he just hurt me. But after I got to know him I realized he wasn’t really scary at all, it was just

"I'm Roan. You need your rest. Puana is very strong and you hit you're head very hard." Clarke knew there was no Roan on the Ark or in the hundred but she couldn't force herself to care. The only thing she cared about was the aching in her back and the pulsing veins in her head.

“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.

Then she felt the gentle fingertips brushing across her hand. She grasped her Warlock’s hand instinctively. Amor buttressed her resolve. Thank you, Merlin.

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is where Deacon is making his trek to, to visit his girlfriend’s family. “They could’ve told me that I couldn’t drive to the cabin,” Deacon mumbled to himself as he battles the brisk, hard blast of the breeze in the barren woodland. Deacon reaches the door of the

“Nan, Sir Gawain.” She braced her feet and rested her hands on her ample hips, as if preparing to admonish him. “I am close to Drea and her lovely

“Yes, and you are her beautiful mother. It is a pleasure to meet you.” He kissed her hand.

The wind howled. A shot rang out. A mop of unkempt dark hair fell to the ground.

Merryn sprinted around the boulders a few times, before finally getting a good grip on him and hefted him over her shoulders. She took off back toward where the rope hung down, tying it around Hans waist, and worked it between his legs securing him. It all depended on if Parcival would be able to pull the rope up. She jerked on it several times. She wasn't sure how much time passed by, when the rope started to move up pulling Hans limp body up.

Tera laughed a bit as Oz insisted he had the big brute where he wanted him. They both knew better but she just smiled, "I'm sure you did, but we don't have time for you to play with them." she spoke without looking up as her attention went back to their bigger problem.

The young teenager stumbled through the forest wearing ragged clothes and jeans smeared with dry mud and dirt. The wind rushing against his cheeks made the tears dry out and sting his face. His thongs flipping up and down as he ran. He spotted a dry creek just at the tip of his eye and headed towards it. He lay down exhausted panting and catching his breath, sobbing.