Creative Writing: The Missouri River

I went to Geneva on the Lake and had the most lively time there. First we went to the beach and rummaged through the sand with sifters to find beach glass which was so much fun. We then went to this rundown building with old antiques and knick knacks, and some of the things were shuddersome and freighting. After we went through some more buildings we went to get some food which was really appetizing. Lastly it was time to leave which was hard because I had so much fun there.

It was March 21st, 1765 and everything in the colony of South Carolina was as usual. I was walking back from the main store in the middle of town, I had gone to the store for some flour. I got home and helped my mother with dinner. The Seven Years War had ended a few years ago and the colonies are still recovering. The British Crown has put the sugar and currency acts on us but there are no real disruptions here.

Jefferson City, TN- The Jefferson County Patriots, comeback from eleven-points down in the third set to sweep the South Doyle Cherokees 25-21, 28-26, 25-23, on Thursday night at the Patriot Academy.

Florida was a type of hell I'll never come back to. I'm glad I left. Even though it was bought in 1819, some fifty years ago, I was in need of new gullible breed to hustle. Florida had been sucked dry by Jeff “Hands” McCoy. Admittedly, I miss my partner in crime and my adventures would have been a lot more…. well, adventurous. Fred, I’ve missed your expert ability to handle the people with ease, which I'll never be able to do. I honestly expected for this trip to only last a year or two. I had never thought that it would be, what, ten years. Looking back, I don't think I would've changed one bit of the journey. Maybe in the next couple years or so I'll be able to come and visit you over a Transcontinental Railroad. I hear that Congress may

I know that it must be hard knowing that I am off to war. I am sorry that I didn't tell you that I was enlisting but I knew that you would be upset and maybe even be able to persuade me not to. I wish it didn't have to be like this, but our country needs me. I was placed in the trenches, there are many other people here. There are many other people here, more dead than alive. Their bodies lay for us to find as we run through no man's land. Yesterday I watch one of my comrades get to the other side, but then tripped and fell into barbed wire. We had to leave him behind. I got through making sure not to follow in his footsteps.

It was August of 1829 in Mississippi. Men were harvesting corn and beans. The smell of the Choctaw own acorn bread filled the air. All the children were prancing about, playing with friends, shooting squirrels with their little toy bows, and wrestling for the last bite of jerky. All but one child. That lonely little boy’s name was Koi. Koi never got to play with the other Choctaw boys, as he had to prepare to become chief.

Jake opened his pocket watch, tipping the crystal face toward the low flames of the campfire. Another hour before daylight and he’d pick up Duvall’s trail. The muscles in his jaw clenched, hate pulling at every part of him. He’d kill Duvall, and he’d do it with Texas’ silent blessing. No judge had pronounced a sentence, but Jake saw the outlaw pull the trigger—watched Harrison die.

War is unforgiving. He’s seen the bodies scattered around the fields, hastily buried in shallow graves before they begin to fester and rot. He’s seen them shot down before him, bodies hitting the ground and sinking into the mud- whether friend or foe, it matters not. They’ll all die here in the end. All he can do is wait it out, pray to survive until at least this war is over, and return home to a life of suppressing the memories and forgetting the images of men wiped out and dying, forgotten, in these turgid pits of death.

The streets of South Bellevue are some to never be forgotten. The neighborhood is filled with the joyous laughter of children and the archaic wisdom of the elderly. It is one of the few amicable communities among the busy city. Bellevue shields it’s people like a mom who graciously protects her young from the dangers of the outside world. Bellevue is a wonderful neighborhood with a variety of individual experiences.

“Could that be an air raid warning?” He whispers, recalling that in World War 2 they would sound sirens to warn of the German planes in the skies,

It was August 1915, I commanded the 3rd division consisting of 3 brigade; the 7th, 8th and 9th. All ready to attack the western front. On the very north end of our trench, I have my 7th battalion and on the south end I had my 8th and 9th brigade. For the 7th brigade, I would have them enter the NorthEast forest by day, hidden by the shrubbery but still having daylight I am hoping my men can make it halfway through the forest before it hits nightfall. Once nightfall comes my men would use the night to move out into the farm near by and take cover by that fence. Once they have made it to that fence the 7th battalion shall, if they see necessary, to call in an artillery barrage to help them break a hole in the far north end of the Germans trenches

There is one magnificent place where I like to fish more than anywhere else on this earth, and that is the Theodore Industrial Canal. This place is not your stereotypical beautiful fishing paradise, this place is different for the banks are lined with industries made of worn down metal barges. To some this may seem like an eye sore or nothing special at all, but I see a haven for the monstrous fish who call the deep dark depths of this canal home.

We have been to this lake two years in a row and my family and I love it. We live about eight hours away from it so we stayed with my grandparent the day before we went to save some time.

Finger agitatedly on the trigger, Robert rolls his rosary from finger to finger. As the thunderous winds vertically hit the fixed wings of the helicopter the soldier’s unease escalates. Swiftly the aircraft approached the drop zone and the glimpse of the dense Vietnamese jungles became clearer to the soldier. The fear of death increases the flow of adrenaline in the soldier as he rappels down the rope alongside the two veteran comrades. Touching down, the damp earth swallows the soldier’s boots. The aroma of smoke smashes the oxygen in the air, heading from the jungle.

The day was sunny and clear. We walked through the cool Chicago wind, bracing ourselves against it. Throughout the day we explored the city, visiting the Sears Tower, Navy Pier, and the Field Museum. I even got you to step out onto the Skydeck, despite your fear of heights. I dozed off on your shoulder on the train ride back home, dreaming about how great you had made my sixteenth birthday.