Creative Writing: The Nothing Day

She stated to have these thoughts as she got older and whenever she was bored in her adult life.

She knew no one else would know this. This shows her quick mindedness in thinking of one thing that only her and her beloved husband would

How do you always get out of hard situation? In the novel “Mud City” written by Deborah Ellis, the main character, Shauzia is surviving tons of times in the novel. Shauzia leaves the widows compound to go to Peshawar to get money to go to france and reach her dream. but what it takes to survive is very difficult. Shauzia has to work extremely hard, beg and work for money to eat and live on the streets.

There was a relaxing feeling coming from the room. The colors were pretty mellow such as the cream-colored walls. Although the room gave off this aura, there was a very elegant tea set in the middle of the room. The wall contained a fireplace while the corner of the room contained a combination of both a bookshelf and a desk. The desk had a pair of golden glasses that belonged to one of the men who lived in the home (I can’t recall exactly who they belonged to). Aside from these things, the room also contained what looked like a very comfortable couch. The guide stated that all of the pieces in the house aside from one fireplace and most of the replicated sales pieces in the General Store.

Alec sat on a bench close to the rink watching as his sister glides elegantly across the ice. He lifts his left leg up to take off the rubber protector on the blade of his skate, repeating the action with his right leg before walking to the entrance to the rink. Isabelle spins to a stop in front of Alec with a smile.

The floors were swept. Curtains, a deep blue, hung straight and heavy over clean windows and the walls were neatly, uniformly painted with a warm brown. Cabinet doors were closed over their contents, the bed towards the back of the room was made, and the blanket pulled over the top was smooth and brightly colored, if a bit faded and worn. Even the herbs and candles scattered across the wooden table were done so in a systematic way, everything lining up according to some sort of order that wouldn’t be obvious to any outside observer.

they wanted to shower they have to use a sponge and a bucket of water to wash their

She thought a lot about her dead fiance, Mike. This was a main part in the book, along with her thoughts on believing she would soon die from the illness she obtained. However, she believed she still had a lot to live for and felt her kids needed more help, since they were still young.

Endless nothingness scrolled for miles, blackened and dark. No force weighed him down, the constant humming of the universe filling his ears. No matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, however, they wouldn't budge. No matter how hard he tried to move, his muscles locked up. No matter how hard he tried to breath, think, feel, he just... couldn't. Dread would start to settle in, but no matter how it tried to break through, only apathy took it's place. Waves of emptiness crashed into him, swirled around him without end. The spray of dread slipped off as soon as it hit, drenching his clothing, but not his skin, not his body. Nothing seemed to matter. Nothing did matter- matter didn't even exist here. Lightyears of pure darkness, not an inch of light, not a ray of happiness, life, could break the darkness.

Derrick had come up to her, smelling like heaven and aftershave and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone – he knew that drove her crazy. He’d whispered that she looked nice in her dress, smiled at her in that charming way and she’d gone weak at the knees, it was also late.

The long, hot shower was exactly what she needed. She took her time, washed her hair and shaved. When she returned to her room wearing only a towel, she wasn’t alone. Cameron had showered and was sprawled naked across the bed.

Allie had fallen asleep in the tub of water- she woke with the worst headache she had ever had; her body was withered, her fingers wrinkled like the skin of a prune. She hastily got out of the tub of cold water and dried her body and then

“Do you really waste your time, counting the minutes I spend in the shower?” a deep electrifying voice came behind me that had me shrieking. The same deep voice I vigorously dread hearing every day. That same voice I was forced to encounter against my will. My "husband" drinking coffee with a towel around waist. I could still see water droplets slide down his abs to his... Okay It is not time ogle, i just want to shower and delete the picture from my head “Let’s say... that perhaps it’s a coincidence that I just

Mr. Loisel was obviously excited the day that The Chancellor of Education had invited them to an exquisite dinner. Surely he thought that this was finally a way that he could provide an outlet for Mathilde's deepest desires. Unfortunately, instead of being thrilled as he had predicted, Mathilde acted like a spoiled child, throwing the invitation on the table. "She had no decent dresses, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but these; she believed herself born only for these" (5). She couldn't have been more manipulative than when she began to cry about not having anything to wear. Of course Mr. Loisel suddenly fell into her trap and suddenly decided to give her all of the money in his savings account to buy her a new dress. Most would assume that she'd be satisfied at this point; her husband has just made a huge financial sacrifice for her. However, as time drew near to the night of the party, she became insecure and restless because she thought she would look poor if she didn't have any fancy jewels to wear; she thought she'd look like a beggar. `I'd almost rather not go to the party (30)", she said.