Creative Writing: The Pulls

“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.

“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

He scoffed. “Do you think? I mean, you spilled champagne all over his sister, which I applaud you for, and humiliated her in front of Briarwood’s high society. But it’s not like she was going to fit in anytime soon anyway. It’s a shame though. I’ve never fucked a redhead before. It’d be an honor to see what the great state of Staten Island has to offer besides ferry rides underneath those jeans.”

"Maybe they have the wrong person," you thought, until they started pointing behind you. You slowly turned around and gasped at what you

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

Vincent Van Gogh’s created a variety of artwork that featured objects in their natural setting. Van Gogh used elements to captivate what is shown. Cafe Terrace at Night is a painting that uses the medium of oil on canvas. Within the artwork, organic shapes form the intricate objects in this piece, to create the bigger picture. There are geometric shapes within objects such as ovals, squares, and rectangles. Tables that appear farther away lack detail from those closer to the front. The buildings are angled on the horizon, creating a street view perspective. In this piece, there is only a single vanishing point. Lines on the street directly point to the center of the piece, which shows a horse and carriage. Shutters and electrical lines are

Evaluating sources: Synthesis Essay Understanding how to analyze the quality of information and the sources they stem from is very important when writing professional papers. We are in the era where considerable amounts of information can be found at our fingertips, thus, the following should be considered when evaluating sources: who the author is and their credentials, what evidence is being given to support the writer, where is it published and how it is written. On the topic of vaccination, three articles will be assessed using the above criteria; the first is Daley and Glanz (2011) who suggested that health care professionals need to inform parents about the importance of vaccinating their child, preferably before birth. The second is

“Well wouldn’t you look at someone weirdly if you had just saved someone from a demon?” he cleverly tossed back at me.

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…

Jamie swallowed and took one big breath, this would be his last breath that he shared with the auburn red deer with white specks. His sweaty thumb reached for the trigger, a moment of silence was placed over the last few seconds before he griped the trigger of his grandpa's rifle. BANG! He watched as the bullet went soaring thru the air. His body still as the bullet spirals thru the air and pushes thru the outer layer of the deer skin, he watches as it twists and turns thru the next two layers until it reaches the inside. Jamie could tell as soon as the bullet passed thru the deer's skin because as soon as it hit the fragile doe the creature turned its head to look at Jamie, the look looked like the animal was saying to the boy, ok and that

“Judging by the pointing and laughing, I’d say they were talking about me,” I replied.

The War on Drug began in 1870s, Chinese immigrants were the targets of federal anti-opium laws, and in the early 1920s, and laws targeting cocaine use in the south and marijuana use in the Midwest and Southwest, also directed at people of color, emerged. In 1914, the Harrison Narcotics Act essentially criminalized opiate and cocaine addition, prescribing drugs for those addicted to them, and distrubiting these drugs except for limited medical and scientific purposes p (409). It is to my surprise that the War on Drugs has been a prolong on going process for decades and yet, there has been programs or treatments to fully cure those who are battling this chronic, biological, and behavioral disease. Although, there is no cure for this disease,

My mind is only able to piece together that the word mage was short for magician before I feel my body squeezed into an invisible tube and the man begins to speak in a familiar chant. Bones start to bend almost as though they are ready to snap and muscles contract painfully. The green so familiar to me now begins to brighten filling my vision until it clears suddenly, and I am facing the mage, who is sweating and out of breath. He takes a swig of something from a vial that is so red it coats his teeth and he begins again. Only when the mage begins to shake, does he stop the ritual and walks me back to my cell, my puppet strings tightly wound even after the cell door closes. I cannot move and I stand staring straight ahead at nothing. After

We ran. We ran as fast as we possibly could. We both heard the Scanners coming for us. We were all too familiar with the alarm-like sound produced by the Scanners. We instantly grabbed each other's hands for comfort and support, and seemingly took thousands of turns. Finally, we came across an abandoned farm and quickly hid inside the old barn. In this quiet, uninhabited atmosphere, Gabriel turned and looked at me, and flashed that beautiful smile he always shows when he's around me. One thing I've always noticed about him is his deep, ocean blue eyes, always filled with so much life and energy.

Panic rushes through my veins and my heart rate spikes setting an alarm off to my right, causing me to flinch aiming to cover my ears from the high