Creative Writing: Town Square

The author had many problems through his school years, however his mother was with him through each step. She made sure that he complete his education and seek a degree. “When it is time for you to leave this school, leave your job, or even leave this earth, you make sure you have worked hard to make sure it mattered you were even here” (Moore 133). The author is emotionally involved in this quote because being part of the military school makes him understand that his mother has made the right decision. Also, the military school facilitates the author in strengthening his personality, be more responsible, and have a better understanding of the importance of education.

They finally got up the stairs and they saw some people in their cells yanking at the bars and yelling at the kids. These were very bad people Jim said, “That was nothing compared to the other People but well get to them later.” So then they went to the break room and there was lots of food. There were a couple people and there were the two people they saw earlier in the day on the stairs. You could tell that the whole class was wondering where they took the

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

Four friends were going to hang out at Kings Island during Halloween Haunt. Their names are Jane Rogers, April O’Neil, Steve Rogers, and Donatello Hamato.

From a distance, all you could here was the subtle noise of people screaming. The wind was blowing slightly and there was a light sprinkle in the air, but the weather wasn’t stopping these people. As the hollering slowly quiets down, a group of five or six friends walk out of the arena laughing and talking amongst each other, having the time of their lives at their favorite singers concert.

What is the personal significance of your given name (first, middle, and last)? My given name is Kimberly Müller. The personal significance of my given name is very important to me because I want my name to always have something great behind it, that’s one of my goals. My surname came from Germany, I sometimes wonder how a German surname came all the way to Haiti. My first name is the most perfect name for myself, so I just have to thank my parents for that, my mother’s name starts with the same letter as my name.

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.

About four hours later, an employee had walked in and noticed that it was quiet. The employee had seen the cash register opened, with only change in it, no bills. At that time he peered over the counter and found the appalling death Mr. Nesbitt. At Least, he assumed that he was dead. The employee had then taken inventory of the drug store. That’s when he had discovered that five cartons of cigarettes were stolen. Soon after, he had called the cops.

If you look in the Sayre park art room, you might see someone standing in there painting or drawing or maybe even sculpting with clay. She is very elegant and friendly. But who is she?

The weather was pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and the air heavy with birdsong along their route. Accompanying those who were being sent to assess the damage at the Salsolan Outpost had been a choice — the same way drinking when thirsty was a choice — and bringing her slave had been just another facet.

Without responding to Kathy’s remark, Louise glanced toward Betty and whispered, “I’m sorry, please continue.” The server brought her another glass.

What comes to mind when you think of Flint, Michigan? I think of a city filled to the brim with crime and thousands of unemployed workers. A place where you can’t use the water in your own house because you are afraid of getting lead poisoning. As it was once deemed the worst place to live in all of the United States, it is probably hard to think of a time where it was any different. Well, Flint was not always this way. Believe it or not, it used to be a prosperous and beautiful city that was home to one of the richest businesses in the world, General Motors. So you might be wondering, “Why did this amazing place turn into the wasteland it is today?”. Everything that is happening in Flint right now is due to the horrible decision Roger Smith

Before you turn the page of this book I want you to know that this book is not pleasant. It is full of bad witches and morphed fairies. Even worse a girl who has to go through it all. Her name is Bell Linmor and she has it rough. But don’t worry it all works out.

The storm erupted minutes after Casey returned to the main highway. Lightning streaked in double succession sideways and downwards in a fantastic show of Mother Nature’s wrath.

On a cold fall evening in the town of Dankfurt, Alaska with a small population of 73. There was a boy named Derek. Derek was just an ordinary boy who attended the school of Winterfield which was 10 miles away. He did this because his town had no school along with two other friends. Every morning he and his friends would wake up at five-thirty to walk to school. Because of the Alaskan time zones it was dark during the day and light at night.