Creative Writing: Van Eck's Beach Home

They begin to comprehend that an invasion may have happened, and all clues and signs point to that conclusion. They go to Robyn’s late at night, and everything is very dark except for the Showground, which is bright and vivid. They see a truck wheeling out of it, and they get suspicious. They split up into groups and execute different objectives, so they don’t get caught together. They plan to meet again later that night. Lee and Robyn go to Lee’s house, Fi and Homer visit Fi’s house, and Corrie, Ellie and Kevin go near the Showground. While Corrie, Ellie and Kevin are near the Showground, they see soldiers, tents, and a lot of parked cars. When they start to walk back, they are noticed and shot at, but luckily no one got hurt. The soldiers chase the gang through a yard of an abandoned house. Ellie notices a ride-on mower and lights it on fire with gasoline and lures the soldiers to that area. The ride-on mower blows up, and Corrie, Ellie and Kevin are safe (for now?). They go to meet with the rest of the gang, but only two of them are waiting for them… Lee and Robyn aren’t there. They

That’s how the weeks after weeks went by in the facility, flowing like a repeating dull song, like a sea minor the wind and wave. Despite the medicine he regularly swallowed three times a day, he doubled his trouble sleeping. Most of the night,

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.

“I’m Randy Kim, I was a police officer before everything went to shit. Most of these guys are prior law enforcement. Look we’re only trying to protect our own.”

His were of the noises: the loud bang of the explosions, Johnny screaming before it was abruptly cut short. The yells of everyone else and the final thuds of what he assumed was Johnny landing.

When they reach Estelle Louise’s driveway, Clemmy Sue eased the Ford into the entrance, and stopped thirty feet from her mailbox.

He was scared and he was shocked by the train's movement. This was the first time Nick tried to sleep while he was back. It was almost 11:00 p.m. and Nick was shocked by how tired he felt. He longed for sleep but he couldn’t get it here.

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.

“‘I’m not going to be able to sleep’” (260). Another time, when asked how he slept by a patient at the hospital, Armelio, Craig

They start planning their escape when Alex feels a draft come from a collapsed chipping room. Alex, Zee, and Donovan smuggle gas to blow a hole, but the day before the planned escape, Donovan gets dragged away by the blood watch

We got out of the car and the second I shut the door out came the Lopez family. She said to me “Theres no way in this entire world that I could do to repay you for raising this money to keep my family safe in a home that has secure walls and a door with a lock on it.” “Here i find myself thinking that if anyones life is going to be changed, its mine, and I'm so grateful for this opportunity” I replied. As the day goes on children from all over the community are coming over to the house begging us to play soccer with them, braid there hair, and take pictures with them. My heart was filled with so much joy Putting so much hard work into something and being able to say that not only did your hard work pay off for yourself, but it paid off for

I hadn’t slept for days and I was exhausted. My body was weak, my soul was empty and my mind couldn’t piece together a coherent thought. They

“I have security cameras in my house. I’ll turn them on and let them record. It shouldn’t be long before they kill again if they keep up the pace they have been…” He trailed off at the end. His face contorted with the confliction inside him. Kimberly could tell that the thought of another murder was tearing him up inside. She meandered over to the living room whispering, “that’s smart,” under her breath. With a grunt she plopped down on the sofa and rubbed her temples. Axel exited the room and returned with spare clothes, a pillow, and a blanket.

I hope this letter finds you well. This trip has been a harrowing journey for me. About half way across the large, blue ocean, a beam was cracked! I was told that the beam offered great support to the ship. It is a wonder that I am still alive and not trapped in Davy Jones’s locker. Oh sister, the storm was horrendous. I was not able to even write because of all the movement of the waves. The waves were three times the size of my house! Thankfully, my husband happened to have a great iron screw that secured the beam in place. Many of the sailors were thankful to have a blacksmith on this boat.

Once upon a time, Once upon a time, a time not so long ago, in the far away land of Alganblah, a majestic palace loomed over the village, with its high torrents and massive stain glass windows. However, let us not get too caught up in the beauty of the outside, for our story actually begins on the inside of the palace's walls.