Creative Writing: Elitches

“Ugh!” I screamed, “We have plenty of time, slow down. Please!” My mom said, “Okay, okay, but don’t blame me when you’re late.” We both got in the car and she drove off. I think my mom could tell I wasn’t that excited.

The English language is particularly complex in almost all aspects. Many of the words in the English language have different meanings for the same word. This is not unlike the definition of the different levels of usage. McCrimmon defines the three levels, formal, moderate, and colloquial, by their sentence structure, diction, and tone (McCrimmon 193). ¹ Using McCrimmon’s definitions, authors can determine what type of writing is applicable to each of the three levels. For the formal writings, an adequate example of where readers can find it is in a professional journal, and an appropriate place to find an example of the moderate level is in a weekly news magazine. Also, the best place to look for an example of the colloquial level is in certain sections of the newspaper. All of the levels of usage apply to these different types of writings and assist in defining what each level involves.

My brothers were so happy because there we're going to race on the quarter mile drag strip. My brothers pull up to the light and smoke the tires like no other, it seemed as if there was a wild fire on the track. The crowd was going wild because those were to two main cars of the day. The light went from red, yellow, to green1 Green meant go, and you can hear the bald eagles screaming down the track. The bald eagle 454 cubic inch motor twin turbo’d. The mustang galloping down the track with a supercharged 426 cubic inch motor. Steve pulls away in the mustang and beats my brother tino by 2.34 seconds. Tino was really upset that he lost to his younger brother Steve. They both won prizes and went back to the stands and continued to watch the other cars

You see I was thoroughly bored seeing as there was nothing to do but stare out of the window. The radio was playing “I can see Clearly Now”, by some unknown person-It was ironic considering it was raining outside-. My mother was driving, my dad was in the passenger seat, and my three brothers were in the vehicle as well. To either side of us there were fields. We eventually came upon a store, so we stopped there for

Early morning towards the end of June last year, it was family rodeo back home where my mom grew up at. We had always gone back to that town and that rodeo since i was a yee young lad, around 5 or 6. We used to go see my grandma, but she died when i was 10. Anyways, it was my mother, my brothers, sister and her family, me and my girlfriend. Well, the car we were suppose to drive 5 hours north with was very cramped for all of us, so i asked my girlfriend if we could borrow her new car she just bought the day before. She “talked” to her mom and her mom said “yes,” so her and I drove in that car while my brother and mom and their friend drove the other.

Smack!! Just like that the semi hit us. I saw my dad in the driver's seat and my mom in the passenger's seat, her brown hair covered in blood holding my dad's bloody hand I look over at my brother Henly not a mark on his beautiful red hair. Then I looked down, I was like my brother, not a mark on my blond hair. I heard the ambulance pull up so I got out of the car and stated to the nice man, “I was okay but my parents are bleeding and my brother isn't responsive.”

We stop to get some gas from the gas station. We get out of the car and went inside the gas station. My aunt got off her car and my cousins got off too, my aunt went inside the gas station with my cousins. My dad and my uncle were putting gas in the car. My mom and my aunt were getting some coffee, my brother was following my mom around, my cousins were getting something to drink, and I was just following my cousins around. Everybody get in their cars and we started to make our way to the airport. We finally arrived to the airport.

“It was me!” I had replied, “Mom you're really going to let me drive with you?”

It is mine. The golden sun that shines and kisses the tops of my shoulders. The wisps of white clouds traveling within a baby blue sky. The gentle breeze that coils itself around my arms providing relief from the warming sun. The sapphire sea and its serene waves rolling gently out to shore onto the finely grained sand. It is all mine.

“Let's go!” an enthusiastic voice said.When we arrived in the line I was shaking because I was scared.

It was a sunny day and my family and I decided to go and play outside in the front yard. So, I decided to ride my scooter and my sister was riding my brothers tricycle. However my other family members were being boring and just sat and watched us in the front yard. I was going super fast up and down the sidewalk. My sister was coming from the opposite side full speed. “Let’s do this.” declared my sister. I was going as fast as a speedy mustang. Well, not really, but you get the point!

I woke up in my room. I went downstairs and my Evelyn was in the dining room, “Are mom and dad awake? “ I said

It all started with a bike, let me tell you how it all started…. It was a calm day, my brother, Blake, his friend, also named Blake, and our nanny Rebekah were all riding bikes. My brother’s friend was using mine, so I had to ride on the peg of my nanny’s bike. So we were riding when suddenly,”CRASH”! Next thing I knew, I was on the sidewalk. “AHHHHH,” I screamed in pain. my foot had slid into the bike wheel (it hurt). My brother came running down the hill screaming, GARRETT! My nanny layed me down on the couch. My brother’s friend suggested I watch bike fail videos to cheer me up, and it worked! After that I was on the couch for pretty much the entire day, but the first thing that came to my mind, MOM.I was afraid that my mom would fire Rebekah for what happened.

yelled for us to slow down and wait for her and my father to catch up. Although

CR1. Inks define the learning process in this essay as: “…a complex process to define; people learn at different rates, with different approaches, and different levels of satisfaction.” She compares the learning process in school with the learning process of dance and how the behavior show in one can have positive influences in the other. During this comparison the author reflects qualities that the student can learn during both process that can be run-through his life. The students cannot see how steps in the process of learning can be compared to learning to read or write but those steps could help to achieve their purpose in school or personal life.