Danville Creative Writing

Finally it's friday. Everyone going to prom skips today just so they can get ready. First, I went out and get my hair done. They braided it in a side pony tail. It looked so pretty. Hopefully better than Sally’s hair. I kept checking my phone incase Sally posted anything. After I got my hair done I carefully drive back to my friend Alexsia’s house. When i walked in a wave of hair spray slapped me in the face. They were all talking about how Sally is trying way to hard to win.

I never knew the Smokies were so close to my grandparent’s retirement village. Every summer all the cousins jammed into Grandpa’s Ford for our jaunt up the mountains. But back then the hills had no name. They were recognized only by the pop of our ears and the pink silk trees bowing down to the highway. Since those days I have grown partial to any patch of grass with “National Park” tacked to its title. Today the mimosas still tossed their petals to traffic, and the truck remembered its ever-present perfume of damp golden retriever. But today we were going to The Great Smoky Mountains National Park. “Cade’s Cove, next left,” the road sign read, and two bikes bumped along on the car hitch.

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

Jump!!! My dog jumps on my bed looking at me. I could tell he was going to bark closing my ears from the loud screechy bark. And then he jumps off my bed only to play with his rope. I sit up staring at my phone that was bright I look at my dog waiting for me to get up.

Staring up at the towering, glacier-covered mountain range, I felt impossibly small. My overflowing backpack dug into my shoulders and I bounced on my toes, eager to start hiking before the sun rose too far in the summer sky. Supplied with nothing but what we carried on our backs and in our minds, my family and I were about to backpack into the Alaskan wilderness for a week.

My destination was an acreage of unfamiliar girls, all reuniting with their closest friends after a never-ending school year. I roamed the camp alone, hopeful that another lone girl would approach me and we’d become the best of friends. But

My family moved from Garden Grove to La Habra at the end of first grade in order to be closer to our water store. It took me a while to adjust to my new school and every day I ended up talking to a new group of peers.

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Rocket Snail was by most accounts a normal, if eccentric, earth pony; his beige coat with brown mane and tail both tipped with blonde highlights. Being an old friend she knew those highlights were an attempt at holding onto his youth. She also knew how much he loved his conflicted name, and those who did business with him quickly learned how aptly it fit. When he saw an opportunity he jumped at it, and when a deal had to be weighed he analyzed absolutely

Carver prowled up and down the halls of Aldersley Park, the mansion he had inherited when his parents were tragically killed in a plane crash two years before. He felt restless, twenty three years old and wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, and yet he felt restless. His skin crawled with desire for release, any kind of release from his frustration.

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.

I Kaylin Otis, made it through the winter at valley forge. It was a harsh winter, most of us had a feeling we weren’t going to survive. A lot of our men have passed away because it was a little ice age. We didn’t have many supplies to support all of us. George washington our general tried and tried to distract us from the misery, but nothing really seemed to work. I tried writing back to my family, but my hands were purple and hard to move. Constantly shivering. I have never been so cold in my entire life. I remember praying several times a day, hoping i would get through this, and i will make it home to my family safely. I was so sad at a time like this, but Marquis De Lafayette keeping everyone’s spirits high. He was one of the richest

I felt bad for these people. They were frightened and in desperate need of nutritious food. Pellagra is a condition found mainly in third world countries where people depend mostly on a corn-based diet. We had food that could help these unfortunate folks, but it was out in the vehicles.

My eyes bolt open as I recall the images replaying in my mind. Sweat drips slowly from my forehead down to my chin leaving my shirt damp to the touch. I am shaking uncontrollably as I wrap my arm around myself in a protective hug. The feeling of being alone creeps in, the image won’t leave my mind, my body won’t stop shaking. I hear a muffled scream desperately escape my lips as I cover my mouth with my dark purple sheets. This was the third consecutive night I have woke up screaming and being unable to speak. I had the dream again. The thing that scares me the most is it wasn’t just a dream; it was a memory.

It was night in Gravity Falls, Oregon. All was still and quiet. A tender breeze was blowing as Stanford Pines strolled into the Mystery Shack. He was shivering, and his elderly, buttercup-yellow teeth were chattering, and he was clutching his lantern so tightly, even he was surprised that it was still in one piece. Perhaps all this was a result of the tender breeze. Perhaps it was a result of the fact that he was wearing nothing—save for a pair of shorts and an undershirt. Or perhaps it was a result of something else...something much more shocking...and personal. What if the shivering, the clasping and the chattering was because Stan knew that if he failed to activate the portal this time, he may never get the chance to see his twin brother again, and tell him how sorry he was for everything that took place thirty years ago. But those incidents seemed like they happened an eternity ago to Stan now. Stan