Creative Writing: The Resurrection

Return Of The Outsiders 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.

Text “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

Is it really Alex? We should get back down to ground level." "You're right." They head to the door, and Fox wonders just how he's going to explain. Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

“Plus,” he says, “There's the whole matter of arrogance” (5). In allowing their respective perceptions of the experience to be shaped by their unique beliefs, the men are ignoring other possibilities that are contrary to what they naturally think. According to Wallace, this arrogance leads to one problem: “blind certainty, a close-mindedness that amounts to an imprisonment so total that the prisoner doesn't even know he’s locked up” (5). With this analogy, he prompts listeners to consider how all of this relates to themselves once again by effectively preventing them from thinking that none of this applies to them. Even they could be prisoners who are unaware of their own imprisonment.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

Good. I touch the icon and drag it. Oh, it’s following my finger’s movement. Alright, let’s see… I drag it to the slot that indicates my right hand. Immediately, the bokutõ shows up on my hand with a quick white light.

He wakes up on the cold, clean surface of a table rock. A rough candelabra flickers at his side as he stirs. Next to it there's three cut roses. Red. A look around and he finds he's in a cave. At the end of one actually. The air is mossy, thick. He doesn't know why he's here or how. Worse, he doesn't know who he is or who he was. He remembers this is called amnesia.

finally falls asleep. He doesn't wake up for nearly 12 hours. When he finally awakes, he's groggy. He rubs his eyes and runs his hand through

“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.

“The knocking ceased suddenly, although the echoes of it were still in the house. He heard the chair drawn back, and the door opened. A cold wind rushed up the staircase, and a loud long wail of disappointment and misery gave him courage to run down to her side, and then to the gate beyond. The street light flickering opposite shone on a quiet deserted road.”

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

4 The family of four moved to Overtide when Elis was still a babe in the world’s eyes. Adam Fisker had been given a job offer and after weeks of debate and planning, he and Katja had made the decision to go with it. Move to Overtide. It was easy to

He heard a cracking noise and looked up and jumped backwards as two people fell out of the tree. It was his good friends Hearth and Blitz, Blitz looked a bit more clean shaven and Hearth looked the same. “Hey, kid,” Blitz grinned then winced slightly, “Ouch, I think I might’ve broken my arm,” he muttered. Magnus kneeled down and said.

“It happened long ago in my days of youth, a tale so bizarre, it was as if history itself tried to hide it from the world. Yet those events etched into my heart deeper than I could ever forget, even if I were the only one left who remembers.” A wrinkled, yet sweet and endearing, hand stretches out to touch a young child’s face. A face of innocence to world. The candle that flickered in the room grew strong against the night sky that pierced the windows.