Deadwood Creative Writing

Although Ally and Mady both did not have the priority of their appearance as children, they do now. Ally had brown eyes when she was born until she was in the first grade, then her eye color changed to green. On the other hand, Mady has always had big glossy brown eyes. Mady also has long brown hair, however Ally has pretty blonde hair unlike her eyes, luckily for her. Both of us rarely

“Why, I remember when you was born,” said Nancy. “Henry was just a tiny thing himself, just learning to take a few steps, when Robert and Tokola came through on their way to Fort Charlotte. Your granddaddy was so proud to be a grandpa! He bragged about how pretty a little thing you was and that like your mother, you had inherited eyes, the color of his mothers.”

"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.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

She may have had hideous cousins (most of them), but in her case, she looked more like a twelve-year-old girl, with long chestnut colored hair and green eyes. She was tall and thin, but was very lean. She had blisters on her hands from work

While her siblings were the fiery ones. Everything about them was bolder than she was. Her sister and brother both had dark brown locks and eyes made of chocolate. They looked regal, they looked like her father. She, on the other hand, had long, honey colored locks. Her eyes were dark blue, but they always looked lighter when she cried. Her skin was milky white and her stature was shorter than that of her siblings. She always had a slight pinkness to her cheeks, which is why her mother named her

They were a deep brown, surrounded by small laugh lines and crows feet that joined the graying temples and black hair to give him a distinguished appearance. He was sitting straight up and down, and she could tell that he kept

I was tall for my age. I had long curly hair with blonde highlights woven through my dark brown hair, and large twinkling bright eyes. My eyes were beautiful and were never the same. One day then color of my eyes would shine green and the next day they would

While most of my siblings stick to either side, my mother or my father, Walker was a mixture of both. The red hair, clearly from my mother, who had the brightest shade of carrot orange, and the bluish-green eye colour from my father. Walker’s face was heart-shaped like my mother’s, and he had a strong, tall build as my father did.

Throwing open the screen door, he steps outside with exhilaration brewing in his body. As the screen door closes with a slam, he inhales the sweet scent of the countryside grass and scans the backyard. It is littered with trees; amongst the ocean of green grass, he sees the biggest tree standing in the middle: the old oak tree. Standing prouder than all the others, its vibrant green leaves touch the blue sky. Looking under the oak tree, he sees what he has been looking for. Hanging from the thick oak branches is a brown woven rope. The sturdy rope is tied around the object of his fascination: an old piece of rubber.

“Wake up!” Lump opened one eye and slowly inspected Kacie before closing it and resuming his previous slumber. “Lump!” she tried again. This time, her dog yawned as he stretched his front paws out in front of him. Then he shambled over to her, his tail wagging. Kacie found a stuffed bear under the couch, and urged Lump into a game of tug-of-war. The whole time she studied Lump. They had the same deep brown eyes, and her hair was just a shade darker than the big brown spot on Lump’s back. People did always tell Kacie she looked like her mom. How could she find out if she and Lump were related for sure? How could she find out if Lump looked like her

While she was walking to the market she saw her best friend Luca. “Hey there Abby. What are you doing down here?” He asked. “Just picking some fresh apples for mama,” Abby said. Luca was the exact opposite of Abigail. While Abby had green eyes Luca had blue eyes. Abby was dark like caramel, while Luca was white like snow.

"Well I'm certainly not putting that in my mouth. I can smell it from here. And it's a school night you bad influence." Buffy's nose scrunched at the smell of the beer in Spikes hand. At some point Buffy had let herself get dragged into a demon bar-to Spikes hilarity and her seemingly endless suffering. Things with hairy horns and extra eyes were out to play in full tonight and Buffy kept mentally checking her stowed stakes. She thought about Giles taking in the sights here, breaking out dusty texts classifying whatchamacallit monsters and who's it type creatures. She definitely shouldn't be here.

There was Jesse. She was adopted and I never saw her with the white siblings everyone knew she had. Jesse always seemed happy though—alone—walking through the hallways with her dark curly hair resting higher than our flat, boring styles. She had this high-pitched, distinguished

It all started on a dark a stormy night just outside of the Paris city