Creative Writing: The White House

Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.

We arrived at D.C. The imprisoned citizens cheered to find themselves freed from the grasp of chains. I smiled a little. I got off the horse and so did Jonathan and the little kid. I tried to pet it again. Its head pushed against my chest softly and snorted, “ what should I name you stallion?” I thought for awhile and found a name for the horse, Night’s-Edge, Night for short. I pet Night’s ear and sighed then put her on a stall to wait for my return, “ i’ll be back, Night. I promise” Night snorts then looks away and eats the grass. The little child that was on Night with me and Jonathan tugged at my pants a little to get my attention. I looked at the child and he looks at my eyes with fear, “ what’s the matter?” the child looks down and whimpers

It is three years into the war, WWII, and Oscar is turning seven tomorrow. Although the sun is creeping under the horizon, Oscar is still as energetic as a rabbit!Because his parents were getting rations along with Oscars sister Elle, Oscar is staying home alone.

Ouch! I woke up to a stinging pain in my left arm. The bandages I had on it seemed to be loose and were starting to come off. I guess I better get up and change them again... What a great way to start off the day already. I glanced over at my alarm clock, noticing that there was plenty of time until I had to go to work at the clinic. Once I get off my bed, I headed over to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After that, I changed into my usual clothes, and started wrapping bandages around my left arm. I looked into my mirror as I put on two bandages on each side of my face. For whatever reason, I usually found random injuries on any place of my body. Bruises, cuts, scars anything you can name. It's pretty annoying most of the time, but I guess I've grown used to it.

A blue house, red shutters, and a white picket fence with a border collie. Three kids are running around in the front lawn up on a hilltop. That is what the American dream is right? The American dream is truly in the eye of the beholder. One might think that the American dream is an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, but others might want the smell of fresh cut grass in a small suburb. It’s whatever the person who is working for it wants it to be. As we can see in the play, all of the main characters might be striving for an American dream, but none of them are striving for their same American dream.

There was a Giraffe named Harambe and it had a little bit of gorilla in it but he did not know that yet so Harambe was living a normal life of a Giraffe just like all of them. So one-day Harambe was walking through the thick forest it was as green as money and harambe were looking for some good leaves to eat. he was not paying attention and wandered into gorilla territory and they went wild then this gorilla came out of nowhere and she looked familiar but she ran away Harambe decided to follow her when he caught up with her she was super shy and Harambe said: “You look familiar.” “Do I know you.” surprisingly she said “Yes.” I do not know where from but she knew me and out of nowhere she said: “I am your mother.” I was so shocked I ran all

Jim’s eyes clouded as he stared at the old, bloodstained fatigues. He wanted to forget his pain and yet wanted so badly to recapture every movement. He put the jacket back into its wooden box and returned it back into the top shelf of his wardrobe where he kept all his few but cherished possessions. He then sat in his chair and closed his eyes, his mind wandering off, returning back into his distant yet distinct memories. His love, his life came rushing back in old fragmented memories, he could almost see them so clearly as if they had happened yesterday, not 56 years ago. The segments of thoughts whirring around in his mind turned so lively, full of pain, torment, love and affection, as to make him live the life he had tried so hard to forget.

The back of the truck was dark, but the light from the warehouse peeked through the canvas around the bottom. I pulled it up a sliver, laying on my stomach so I could see what was going on. I could either see without being able to shoot, or I could stick my gun out of the crack and shoot blindly.

I have someone bringing me my stuff. You don't think that I would leave you alone to go nearly halfway across the castle to get ready do you?" He asked. Rennes sighed at the mention of the silk dress. "You know good and well Seraphine I do not 'play' with any of the servants. She tripped, started to fall and I reflexively caught her." He explained for what felt like the millionth time. He knew she was teasing him though, it was one of her little tricks that he allowed her to get away with. That or playing the total innocent and try and choke him to death with flattery. What he failed to say was that there was only one person he wanted to play with. It was one of the very, very few things he kept from her.

“Then what does it matter to you what I told him?” Everleigh's eyes widen a little as she realized that I had thought of something she hadn't.

James too had begun to feel tiny, reoccurring stabbing sensations in the tips of his left fingers and one on his right; those that he'd penetrated into the black eyes of the demented soldier. The nails were literally falling off of him, like a snake shedding skin; or rather he worried it would reach that precise extent. As he'd feared, the infection had begun to spread, but at any small mercy it was a gradual process. There was still time. Still hope. A crooked, green line ran the full length of his middle finger, but the damage could be repaired. His father's skin was becoming more tainted, violated by the chemicals that he'd created. All of this left his mind as they turned

two kids; perhaps a boy with blonde curly hair and green eyes and a girl with dark brunette hair and brown eyes. Of course our marriage would be out of necessity rather than want. I’ve always loved Gus but in a sort of platonic friendship way. We both know things about each other that no one else but our parents know.

“Well, here we are.” he said at last. He had a face of fake happiness. When Yuki approached her house, she felt heartbroken. She saw that her house was one of the worst ones at the camp. The window in the back was broken, the back door was very defective because the door had no lock and the handle was broken off, and the beds were very dirty from all of the dust and sand that spread throughout the camp.

The year was 1949 and there was a blur of green and blue passing by the window of a Cadillac 2-door automobile. It was a darling shade of eggshell white. In the sleek vehicle held a happily married couple and they were on their way to their nation’s capital of Washington D.C. . Elizabeth Diane Winters had the car window rolled down with her right hand hanging out, her fingers fluttering in the wind. This was their first honeymoon even though she and Adam had been together for about 3 years. They had had a shotgun wedding due to them both being called to serve for their country, and Elizabeth was excited to spend this time with Adam. They had already been in the area for a few days and had taken up residence at a lovely bed and breakfast in Williamsburg, Virginia.

Many say the white house on Maple Street is strange and the old people who lived there would definitely agree. Nobody had stayed at the house for more than a year, especially since there was something strange inside its walls. The day came when another family had bought the house. That was the day their lives changed because there was someone already in the house. They were mad at the other owners for it, but they couldn’t sell the house because it was too late to find another house on the market. The person had already introduced himself and invited them to stay. The family said that they wanted some peace and quiet and nobody bothering them but they were wrong.