Creative Writing: Trapped! Essay

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

I stand and stare in disbelief as the car’s bonnet is crumpled into the bulky metal pole on the side of the road. My limbs are numb and I am drenched from head to toe. The glistening droplets continuously drip off the tip of my nose as I realize how much trouble I’m going to get into. The wind wails around me as if it’s saying “you’re going to be in so much trouble”. I suddenly get back into the car and attempt to reverse the car so no one will see the car rammed into the power pole. Mum and Dad's pristine new car. Scratched. Dented. Ruined.

“Where? And Why?” I walked over and dropped myself against uneven bark. My head was spinning again as if I was standing on the top of a cliff. Whenever Callie started this topic, she certainly did not make it clear. You have to go back and You don’t belong here gets you frustrated big time

“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

I came into this world already having two older twin sisters and an older brother, all of whom provided me with love and care. Being the youngest in the family, I don’t hold as many responsibilities as my siblings. It was always their responsibility to make sure I was safe, protected, and happy. I was too well protected by my family members that I probably couldn’t function without them, which is the reason to why I lacked one of the most important qualities, bravery, until the winter of eighth grade when I went to Yosemite.

Ever wondered what it's like to be a prisoner? He may have done something wrong to end up there, but ever wondered how someone's life is, once they get put behind the bars?

White light, bright as heaven, swaddled her body as the Ancestors scraped into her skin. It spread fiercely up her arm, eating at her. She fought against the bindings with tears running down her face, but the light was burning and crumpling her skin, sloughing it away, and revealing layers of flesh and muscle

Writing can be a struggle. Even for myself, I am struggling right now to compose this last paper for my degree. Nevertheless, I have the necessary tools and the mindset to complete this paper with perfection. My working environment is peaceful. Soft classical music playing, soy candle burning, and a cup of water next to my computer. (I am not a coffee person). My outline is fully filled out with the research I want to incorporate into my paper. I know what my end goal is and the expectations that I must achieve. I am ready to write!

“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.

Tyler was tired. He didn’t exactly remember why, and he didn’t want to try to, either because it would take too much energy. He could have been doing homework, or he could have been playing video games. He didn’t really care. He said goodnight to Jake, his dog. Surprisingly, he didn’t fall asleep instantaneously. It was like his body didn’t want him to sleep.

She nodded, gripped his hand, and turned her head back toward the carnage, unable to take her eyes

She wanted him—and she knew he wanted her—Gods, she didn't want him to stop with those kisses—but reason must take over. Head over heart, at least for now.

Ever wondered what happens to brothers when they fight till they leave the house, it’s not a straight away thing but takes little events in their life to turn them against each other, this is one type of event.

“…As for all the seniors, I want you to challenge yourselves this year and don’t think you’re going to cruise through to graduation.”-Mrs. Smith, County High School. Although some seniors in high school refuse to take a hard schedule, I decided to take a challenging composition course my last year of high school and learned more than ever before from it. My teacher, Mr. Bacz, focused mostly on vocabulary, grammar, and how to right an essay. Each one of these subjects combined to give me a year of hard work, which eventually paid off.

A messy, disorganised room, covered in dust and cobwebs. Placed looking out of the window over watching the oceans below: THE CARETAKER is excitedly watching the contestants arrive onto the towers shores. He turns towards the