Creative Writing: Belamie Road

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

He slowly dragged himself towards the cot, holding onto his stomach. He sniffled a bit while climbing up to lie down. The leaking pipe had dripped onto his pillow making it to wet for Isaac to sleep on. He kept his head away from the pillow, lying down while

The water erupted. William and Tabitha leaned back against the jets, letting the burst of water massage their lower backs. After a few minutes adjusting to the tub, Tabitha turned to William. “So, what do you think so far?”

“I got up, ran outside, started yelling his name, asking around. And there were two guys here, both working on their cars, jumping their cars.”

The cleanest, good smelling, shiney bathroom he had ever been in. The walls were white like pearls, the floor looked like diamonds, and the appliances look like quartz. Overwhelmed with excitement, Rainsford removed all his clothes and hopped into the shower. He had been in the heavenly shower for half an hour, enjoying the water, his cleansing, and most of all: the smell. He hadn’t had any sort of bath since two days before his departure to the island. Only all of this had ended shortly. Rainsford had opened the curtains to the shower and there stood Ivan. He had blood coming from his mouth, and the wound to where the knife was flung into. He had been breathing most hoarse and hard. Rainsford had whispered, “Ivan?!” Knowing what he was here for, he could not go anywhere, seeing that Ivan as blocking the door and the window was too high up for him to jump. Rainsford just sat there, watching Ivan stand there with his knife in hand. Rainsford braced for what was coming. Before Ivan slowly walked to the chateau, he had lost a terrible amount of blood and was bleeding out at an incredibly fast speed. The floors were covered in almost blackened blood.

Bob shook his head, smiling slowly. “You could use a bath, Greaser. And a good working over. And we’ve got all night to do it. Give the kid a bath, David” (55).

They walked to the one at the end of the hall first- it was a good-sized bathroom, which Allie liked- she appreciated having a bathing room with a water pump- she despised having to have a chamber pot in the bedroom they way they did at home. Her grandmother had a bathroom, but still kept what she referred to as a “slop jar” in her

A pinch crept down the back of his neck and he rolled his shoulders. “I’m sure the bounty ought to help.”

After the adrenaline disappeared, he started to question himself and his stupidity - just why did he have to hide? This was his turf, ever since he decided that he, from now on, would live there. It wasn 't as if something dangerous was chasing him - it was... The man peeked over to see what had been blocked from his view before, and he saw a scene that was all-too-familiar with him before his eyes; a dealing between a drug dealer and an addict (a quite chubby one at that).

Traditionally, women have been known as the less dominant sex. They have been stereotyped as being only housewives and bearers of the children. Many interesting characters in literature are conceived from the tension women have faced with men. This tension is derived from men; society, in general; and within a woman herself. Kate Chopin‘s short story, “The Story of an Hour”, focus on a woman’s dilemma near the turn of the 19th century. Contradicting the “normal” or sad assumption of death, “The Story of an Hour” illustrates the significance of death representing freedom. The Story narrates about an hour of Louise Mallard’s life, as she tries to understand, and deal with her feelings of her husbands death.

Once she was inside the building, she heard the car screech off. Well, he’s a typical guy. She thought as she looked for where they took Zack. She saw him in the third room she checked and started to enter.

It was then when I watched the home I once had fade away. I caught one last glimpse of the place before it completely vanished. The only thing I saw through the windows now was rain. And that was

The long, hot shower was exactly what she needed. She took her time, washed her hair and shaved. When she returned to her room wearing only a towel, she wasn’t alone. Cameron had showered and was sprawled naked across the bed.

The fleet of cars swarmed the parking lot, there was one car. A red pick-up truck, at least ten years old, the perfect high school car. We made our way into the warehouse. The door was ajar, and the dim light seeped out.

To avoid the many cars that refuse to slow down, Freddie Jumps back quickly. Having had enough of his clowning around, several cars decline to slow down honk their horns loudly sending Freddie running in a panic across the street to the safety of the sidewalk. Once the maniac is safe, he straight away flips the middle finger to all the cars that happen by. Nevertheless, perplexed by his behavior the people in the vehicles focus on what type of drug this poor soul could be on, probably addicted to stupid, they