Creative Writing: Zen Week

Each step up the stairs increased my apprehension. My thoughts were now jumbled. All I could think about was the moment I was about to encounter, the moment that I had been waiting so long to experience yet never wanted to arrive. I hurried across the stage. I had never liked being the center of attention, but all the same, a flame of pride had been ignited in me. My mother would be somewhere up front, trying every way she could to achieve the perfect angle for the perfect picture. Mr. Johnson handed me my certificate, which I grasped in my hands, clammy from the agitation I felt since an hour prior. The pastor and principal were smiling encouragingly. I shook their hands, then turned so that I was facing the audience. To the people watching this scene unfold, it would have seemed like I was uncomfortable. However, the smile plastered across my face was genuine. I walked quickly off the stage. Now that more than a hundred pairs of eyes weren’t on me, I was elated. I couldn’t contain my pride. I was also thrilled, for this new chapter in my life was only just

At about half past nine we walking to the auditorium where we were to wait until our current principal Mrs. Erskine was finished with her speech. Then after so many long minutes her speech ended and one by one she called our names to walk up the aisle

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

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You used to think the philosophy 'you only live one' is the most ridiculous excuse for justifying everything you've ever heard of - if you're meant to be reckless and live as fast as you can, 'there's a million and one ways to die' sounds much nicer. Explore them. Investigate them. Enjoy them. Cherish everyone of them, especially that split second between when you lean back in your chair and it hangs midway in air so close the the ground that the only thing you can think of is 'that is it.'

Haley James olive toned hands gripped the black leather steering wheel as she drove down main street away from Karen's cafe and away from the man that she very much wanted to be with. “Asshole.” Haley thought to herself thinking about her once best friend Lucas Scott; the friend that Haley had always gone to when things got tough and it was the same way around for him. They always had some kind of bond that made them each others shoulder including when Jamie died, Haley knew that she could always go to Lucas when she needed someone to talk too, but she didn't know that Lucas blamed her for Jamie's death. Nine years later and Lucas finally says the words that Haley never thought she'd hear him say, but then she never thought he would get this

"~I'll talk to you later~" She dropped her arm and the A.I dissipated. I shook my head and looked to Smithy.

I had just that experience the other night when I decided to drop by the Honolulu Museum of

When the room started to bleed around the edges and the air began to taste overwhelmingly stale, our gracious host turned to my companion and I, and adopting a formality that was indicative of a more serious intent, said “I think you two better head out.” Up until that moment, we had been content, as well as confident, in our position as contracted performers at this boy’s circus. After all, we had been invited in as strangers, while everyone else there came along consistently with the afternoon post. However, it seemed we proved a bit too strange, as the sidelong stares had steadily increasing as the evening wore on and our glasses drained. In the space between him and the rest of the room, we reached a mutual understanding, and my small party collected what we could of our belongings without complaint. It was clear Emma and I were no longer welcome, though the gay celebration was far from winding down. This shame brought

It is the final day in our year long voyage to the Hawaiian islands. “Land ho!” yelled the captain as we approach the island of maui the date is 1844,December,13.We make landfall as all the anshus sailors get ready to charge of the bout and towards the nearest solune before they can the captain yells we will refit our ships and supplies then be of for Japan.The captain estimated we would be here for a year because the ship was badly damaged from a storm on our voyage from massachusetts .As i step of the ship i can hear a familiar voice it was my brother James as we greet each other he explains to me that hawaii is not the lawless place that we dreamed due to the whalers before us.

There I stood, in the center of the city. The streets were strewn with burning mounds of trash and corpses and an

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

“Adelia Moore!” calls the perky, prissy principal from the stage. How I loathe her. If there is one thing I detest more than narcissism its shallowness. Luckily, after today I won’t ever have to see her again. I stand and make my way through my row apologizing as I go and trying not to step on anyone’s feet. I am the last person on the list. Theoretically, the order should be alphabetized but the principal is as stupid as she is shallow. The students I pass on my way to the front have lost interest in the tedious ceremony my now. They all have their diplomas. Out of the three hundred students in attendance only five are level

Mint hated being locked up in a cage. Not like she was complaining or anything the cage was spacious it had a soft mat,a big dog-like food bowl which they would put cooked meat such as pork, beef, and chicken. It also had a tire swing and a jungle gym. Mint didn’t like the rest of the emptiness of the cage. Every day she seen humans being petted and force to do tricks. She had a friend in a cage beside her. Her friend was named Raven. Raven was five to six years old, seven or six years younger than Mint. Everyday Mint would teach Raven what she learned in school. The aliens would Oooh and Aaah when they seen Mint talking to Raven and Raven would nod her head or shake her head. Dinner was at 6:00-6:30. One day Mint was staring out in space

To begin, I was changing clothes. I had to go to the bathroom. Didn’t have time to put clothes on. It was just a regular summer day at my house. My mom and I were outside working on our plants and other things. I was playing outside somewhat helping her, but I got a little wet.