Creative Writing: The Tax Man

A few days later my family woke up in a similar way. This time the riot was more violent. People were getting hurt and houses were on fire. The tax

“[January] 17. [1712 ] I rose about 7 o’clock and read a chapter in Hebrew and some Greek in Lucian. I said my prayers and ate boiled milk for breakfast. I danced my dance. When I got up I thought to ride to Falling Creek but the weather threatened snow and the wind northeast, which discouraged me from my journey. About 12 o’clock I went to see John and Tom plant the peach orchard where I stayed till dinner was ready….I stayed there a little time and then went to take a walk about the plantation to examine what the rest had done and was contented with the overseer’s management….I said my prayers and had good health, good thoughts, and good humor, thank God Almighty.';

“It was December and the weather bitterly cold. She was a tiny mite, the size of five years, though, as afterward appeared, she was then nine. From a pan set upon a low stool she stood washing dishes, struggling with a frying pan about as heavy as herself. Across the table lay a brutal whip of twisted leather strands and the child's meagre arms and legs bore many marks of its use. But the saddest part of her story was written on her face in its look of suppression and misery, the face of a child unloved, of a child that had seen only the fearsome side of life. These things I saw while seeming not to see, and I left without speaking to, or of, the child. I never

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

The thief walked down the empty hallway, with light steps. Hidden underneath his cloak, the child slept soundlessly in his arm. The hallway chandeliers flickered with burning candles. The candles lit the pathway just enough to see slight details on the wooden floor.

Seven years ago, I thought I could save Beth, the girl I loved from the monster who was supposed to take care of us. I thought I could keep Beth and all the other kids at St. Jude’s Home for Court Placed Juveniles safe.

A buzz left the elevator as it traveled up the levels, moving slowly, almost as if it didn't want to enter the floor she was headed towards. Elizabeth stood in the middle of the box, wiping off the deep red color off of her lips, trying to get rid of the bitter and unpleasant taste that lingered from earlier. The small white handkerchief she held was now getting dirty and looked like a small child took a red crayon to it.

While on an expedition in December of 1607, Captain John Smith and his men were attacked by a surge of Native Americans. The Native Americans, that was the Powhatan’s Tribe, killed John Smith’s men, but spared his life after Smith gave them a fascinating object which was a compass. After capturing him,

Plastered on the walls, engraved in our minds, the words sank deeper every time they were viewed by the hundreds of eyes forced to gaze upon them. An ear piercing ring sounded from the clock mounted in the square a monument once stood, and at once, almost like it was orchestrated, we turned and strode across the harbour towards their ageing homes with grocery bags pulling at their elbow sockets.

It was my mom's older sister, Chas. All I could hear was the mumbling of my aunt on the other end of the phone. My mom did not say much, and the phone call did not last long. My mom's face showed fear and anxiety, and instantly I knew it wasn't good news. "Trent was in a terrible accident this morning with a couple of friends out in Plainville," my mom said in dismay. She walked out to her car to charge her slowly dying phone because almost every item we owned was packed away in boxes. The house was quiet; the sound of the heat pumping away was evident. I did not know what to think; my dad and I just hoped my cousin Trent was going to be okay. My mom was outside sitting in her car waiting for a call back from her sister. My brother stood outside with her. I sat in the packed living room full of unopened boxes. My dad was in his room trying to forget about the uneasiness of what might happen. My ten-month-old baby brother was sound asleep along with my two-year-old little sister. She laid in her crib peacefully with her blanket snuggled up to her face

in my diary. “ so my mom talked to me yesterday and told me ____ was murdered. Shot. At first I did not know what to feel or even how to, I never got to fully know the kid. I am just angry, sad, and confused, I do not know how to feel. Maybe that's how I grieve… Mom told me not to tell anyone but I told Re before she got the chance. I am so hurt that he is gone and my dad is off his feet, I do not know what to do I'm scared I just hate guns. Re keeps asking me if I'm ok and sometimes I do not even know. He was a good kid he did not deserve for his life to be ripped away from him. So much has happened in these last two years I don't know whether to scream, laugh, or cry. I'm not trying to dramatic I'm just lost I feel lost. Who would do something like that?”

Oh you thought Action was going to come next, and in reality you would be correct, except….Well Action was never Hugh’s style. In fact how he became one of the most celebrated Directors in Hollywood was a surprise even to me…And who am I….Well his wife of course. Now I don’t go making a fuss, of course, I don’t my job is to stand by his side look pretty and make sure he always has a drink in his hand, not that I can really complain….I lie of course….I can always complain…Who wants a life of being the eye candy on someone’s arm, only to be discarded like a watch when they get home….Or to be left in a corner at an after party watching from across the room as your husband walks around like the man of the hour. This

I was walking in a black and blood red room, with a black and bloody dress on. With no shoes and my dark brown and blue hair.

“HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, I NEED THIS REPORT TO BE PERFECT!” “I’LL GIVE YOU EXACTLY 24 HOURS, IF THE NEW REPORT IS NOT ON MY DESK BY THEN, YOU ... ARE... FIRED !” That was the only thing that the employees of DREAMS Corporation can hear from the CEO’s office. However, nobody was paying attention because this is what happens every single day at the company. People were always disgusted and irritated by Jessica’s cold hearted personality, but her family thinks differently.

Jack loves pie, but maybe to much as now he has to sit in the corner, getting threatened by Mike Hunt to put him in jail. So it all starts on a nice thanksgiving day in a small town in Oregon, the Horner family having there regular thanksgiving day feast. Jack Horner was sitting at the table eating food when suddenly he started hitting everybody. Little grandma Horner had to call the police.