Eagle River Creative Writing

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

It was a warm, clear, and a beautiful night while the month was transitioning from July to August, and I was cocooned in my sister’s house on the couch watching TV. It was deep into the night; 1:00 A.M. was the time. Since I was the only one awake, the house was dark, quiet, and serene, because everyone was asleep in their comfort zones. For this reason, I made a radical, and a devious decision to go on a daunting late night drive to Downtown Chicago, 31 miles away. So with something called a“remote” I commanded the TV to shut down; I then grabbed the car keys and without striking anyone's ears, was able to exit smoothly and safely.

After a long mountainous drive, I arrived at my destination to embrace one of nature’s wonders in the Great Smokey Mountain National Park, Abram Falls Trail. Upon departing the car, a cool crisp breeze brushed my face and the aroma of bacon lingered in the early morning air from the neighboring campground. The narrow rocky footpath looked like a tedious adventure, however a gorgeous, vibrant array of red, purple, orange, and yellow wildflowers blossoming at the entrance made the trail alluring. Navigating the rocky, uneven terrain required sturdy footing, but the quiet stillness created a peaceful relaxing atmosphere. The lush pine-oak forest formed a green canopy of shelter above the trail, offering welcome cool shade, as vivid sunlight filtered through the foliage. A sweet honey fragrance permeated the air, as a stunning scene displayed a cluster of purple and pure white

“Well I would say goodnight, but I don’t like you.” I pulled out and she sat back down, with tears streaming down her face. I drove through little communities listening to the radio and eating the food I saved. I arrived in Reno, Nevada at 7:00 a.m. My bloodshot eyes told me I needed to rest, even for a few hours, but I’m going to see my daughter. I was low on gas, but I decided to take the risk of going up the mountain on the way to Tahoe. The tree’s became a blur as I pushed the pedal. The warm summer light beaming onto the road before me. The pine trees smell blessed my nose.

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.

It was a blazing, sunny day in Lake Havasu City, Arizona reading a temperature of 120 degrees Fahrenheit out on the back patio. The hot air felt like the inside of an oven against a human being’s skin. As a Lake Havasu City native, little seven- year- old Scarlett Suzanne had no trouble at all swimming in the pool at such extremely sizzling temperatures. She would play for hours on end pretending she was Ariel from “The Little Mermaid” until her mother would have to drag her inside for supper. Although Scarlett was practically a fish in the water, she was not allowed to go outside unless her mother was home or was watching her.

It was mid november in the ozarks. A small mountain range located in the heart of the midwest. The trees are beautiful and the day is quite. One of the dead lies about 20 feet in front of me. I don't want to shoot him but he sees me. He starts to walk towards me. Although it doesn't look much like a walk. Its lifeless with no objective it justs walks, endlessly seeking nothing but what drives it to be alive. Human flesh, it's been 3 years now since the outbreak. Nobody knows how it started or where it came from. However it came hard and fast the first year was a nightmare, everyone i knew slowly died off. I've been on my own now for about 6 months. Using the wilderness and the rockiness of the ozarks to help keep me alive. The walker is slowly

I'm going to Lucky Eagle this morning, but wanted to send you a note before I head out to let you know that Jackie and I will not be on next Monday's casino bus to Red Wind. We're going to Pendleton with a group of gals to play golf and gamble. We're leaving Sunday and returning on Tuesday.

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

Jonas had already taken of his tunic and was layin on the bed with his eyes closed ready for me to transmit my memory over to him. I reached over and layed my hands on his chest and soon as my warm fingertips touched his delicate skin my memory coursed through him fast. I remember it had been a warm sunny day in June when my family had decided that that we should take a trip down to Virginia Beach, it had took us a while to get there but once we had arrived I couldn't have been more excited to take a dip in the warm blue water. It had only taken us a couple of minutes to unpack all of our beach supplies and everyone was in the water the smell of sea salt feeled the air and you could hear the seagulls from a distance that had landed on shore

James Blanco had invited Michael Steiginga and me to go with him to Camelback Water Park for his birthday. I was excited and could not wait. On September twenty-three, I got to skip half of the school day to leave for Camelback Water Park. In the car ride there, I attempted to nap, but I was too eager to fall asleep. After waiting in a boring car ride for what seemed like years, I could see our destination.

The town hadn’t changed much since Bonnie had left and ever since she had returned, she felt more out of place then any. Mystic Falls used to be a home that Bonnie could always come back to, no matter how bad life got out there. Since returning, Bonnie hadn’t been able to really take to Caroline or Elena for the simple fact she didn’t know how to even address the subject. It wasn’t her friend’s fault that her Grams was now gone but they did play a key role in it. Coming back was a lot more painful then she had presumed and for safety reasons, she continued to lock herself away from her friends.

Addison acknowledged the spoken truth with a simple nod. “Fair enough, you did. I suppose we know what’s for supper tomorrow.”

It’s Tuesday morning. It’s the end of summer. It’s the start of school. Ugh, i don't want to get up. The clock said 7:20 i should of woke up at 7:00. I forced myself to get out of bed and went to get ready. What should i wear? Is this too much black? No white, I’m clumsy. Is pink too girly? If i wear wings will it be too try-hard? Straight hair or curly? I put on some jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Then grabbed a waffle and went to the bus stop. The bus comes at 8:01 so i walked all the way up the hill at 7:56. A few minutes later this blonde chick appears at the top of the hill. Nike shorts, nike shoes, Rock Bridge shirt, ponytail, so she’s sporty. She stands two feet away and doesn’t even say hi. Okay so she doesn’t seem friendly. Let’s not talk or look at her. It’s now 8:10 and the bus still isn’t here. My phone is at 75% should i go home really quick and grab my charger? Knowing my luck if I walk away the bus will come. It’s still summer vacation in Danville so there’s no one to text. After standing in front of a stop sign for twenty five minutes the bus finally comes.

The various monitors and panels in the cockpit hummed quietly, bathing the space in soft cyan light. Prosthetic fingers tapped at the piloting console, numbers and coordinates flashing on the screen. The ship's structure creaked as it shifted direction, heading towards a nearby asteroid belt. The local system's brown dwarf glowed a soft orange, its light gleaming off of the edges of the spacecraft. An automated voice breaks through the mostly silent room;