Creative Writing: Thoan Etirelle

“Creative Writing” by Etgar Keret, shows the struggles of the couple grieving a miscarriage, though their stories that they wrote in creative writing class. Maya the wife write three different stories, the first one showing how a loss of an unborn child can make someone feel like they have died, or lost a part of themselves. The second is about how a women a may go through a period where she feels detached from her husband. The third is about the journey of accepting a miscarriage and ready try again. Aviad’s story is about continuously adapting to change and always remembering where you came from.

Weeks later, as Snowman stares into the familiar bright green eyes, he thinks back to what led him here, forgetting the fact that in a few moments, his whole world will be turned upside down.

It was unclear what exactly woke up the small elf, maybe the unfamiliar sounds of horse hooves against the ground, maybe the bright sunlight shining through the sparse forest, maybe the motions of the carriage from the uneven terrain, or some divine forsaken mixture of the three. When she attempted raising her arms to shield her eyes from the harsh light, she discovered that they had been bound together, and rather tightly at that. 'Great,' she thought to herself.

Music echoed through the club, lights flashing, bodies close together. The two were in total sync that one night. Both were in a good mood; Hyejung had scored a bonus at work and Hyesun snatched herself another sponsorship. She wasn’t the usual type to dance and when she did, Hyesun couldn’t help but gasp at the sight in front of her. Her hips moved smoothly to the beat with a bright smile on her face, she wanted to see more of

In a different part of town, a different betrothal feast is taking place. The feast is in honor of an aristocratic couple: the young daughter of the Marquis

“Prince Nikolaus and Princess Adaline;Today you are being crowned the next King and Queen of England and your parents Helena and Harry are stepping down from the throne.After this very moment you are the reigning monarchs and the legacy that the family line of Lawson’s and your offspring are expected to follow.Are you ready for this commitment as the rulers of all of England and the responsibilities that come along with it?.” The Archbishop asked Adaline and Nikolaus with seriousness towards the two whilst awaiting their response to his question with

Dear Stan, It’s been a rough couple of months so far here in Da Nang. Just an hour ago, the NVA moved up closer to the airfield and shot down a loaded C-130 transport plane. The wreckage was spread out all over the runway, killing around twentie two guys. At first, I didn’t even know the NVA had RPG-7’s. The Soviets must have supplied them well, I wasn’t surprised that they would support any country against us. Anyway, I’ve been unlucky in the recent months like I said before. It was August 2nd, and Cpt. Cole called in a Huey gunship. We needed fire support on hill 137, there were several NVA 50.cal positions that were dugg in. They also had plenty of RPK bipod mounts all over the mountain, we were ducked the whole time to avoid getting nailed

Royal Court is known to be one of the Castle's most influential and attended events and on the 11th day of the 12th moon that tradition continued. A total of forty Denizens from both the Inner and Outer Bailey joined together to support those who have been honored by the Royal Crown and their peers.

Mary Ann watched Henry leave making sure he was not taking the carriage with him. Once Henry made it out the door, he started his journey to his favorite pub, Crown & Anchor, which happened to be nearby the empty field across from the beach. Mary Ann went to her son’s room, to soothe him, for the poor child overheard the foul conversation that previously took place in the dining room. Meanwhile, Henry’s mind was abundant with thoughts of the heart shattering conversation he just witnessed. But then again, it was all his fault.

The whole kingdom was invited, so everyone was in a rush to get good seats in the great hall of the castle. The princess

Escorted by Captain of the Royal Guard, Chaol Westfall, she was presented to the king and judged suitable for the competition she’d later take part of.

I am quite a worthy man for Isabella’s hand if you cannot see,” said he, “I am noble, wealthy, and stunningly irresistible, and what else could you possibly want in a husband for you daughter? Please, Queen Penelope, grant me permission to marry her.” Before young Isabella could protest, it was set in that May, a royal wedding was to take place between Princess Isabella of Britain and Lord Harry of Essex. No amount of objection from Isabella could sway malevolent Queen Penelope, not even from her loving husband Kind Edward, – she was convinced that scrawny, crossed-eyed Lord Harry was the royal man Isabella was required to

The tales of her Majesty and love towards marriage not sitting well together is indeed a juicy story, told by Sarah Gristwood, in her book. During the time between 1565-1567 there was quite a tempest brewing, between, Elizabeth and Mary regarding one Robert Dudley, who was trying ungraciously, to get Elizabeth’s attention and he hoped to influence her into marriage, but Elizabeth was no fool. She was one

It was hard to find a seat in the hall, most of them were already taken. After wandering around looking for a place to rest my feet for what felt like hours, I found one single chair in the center of the room. That was when the bell rang, and each guest was presented with the largest plate of food anyone had ever seen. As I sat there eating I watched the soon to be King and Queen. They both seemed nervous, and were bitter toward one another. They did not share a look of love, but rather a look of brokenness. The brokenness faded and was replaced with excitement once the crown was brought out on the white satin pillow. That is when weird things began to happen.

Elizabeth stood outside the heavy iron door that gave entry to the princess's chambers. Her black hair was cut short and tied tight at the nape of her neck, held in place with a bit of worn leather. In her hand was a satchel that held all of the items that Henry had given her. The key that had come into his possession earlier that morning now rested into her trusted hands. There were many maids that Henry trusted as well as he did Elizabeth. She had grown up at his side, tending to him was one of her earliest memories -- bringing him breakfast and fetching anything he needed for that day. In her later years, she provided other things for him -- womanly duties that he rarely got from his own wife, until the King sent out his decree giving the