Epiphany Creative Writing

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

“Creative Writing” by Etgar Keret, shows the struggles of the couple grieving a miscarriage, though their stories that they wrote in creative writing class. Maya the wife write three different stories, the first one showing how a loss of an unborn child can make someone feel like they have died, or lost a part of themselves. The second is about how a women a may go through a period where she feels detached from her husband. The third is about the journey of accepting a miscarriage and ready try again. Aviad’s story is about continuously adapting to change and always remembering where you came from.

“Where? And Why?” I walked over and dropped myself against uneven bark. My head was spinning again as if I was standing on the top of a cliff. Whenever Callie started this topic, she certainly did not make it clear. You have to go back and You don’t belong here gets you frustrated big time

“After defeating the Cyclops Polyphemus, my men grew exhausted. They grew thirsty from rowing under the beating hot sun. Sweat dripped down their heads and the ship’s deck grew moist from the mix of the salty, seawater and sweat. We stopped by on a nearby island.

I came into this world already having two older twin sisters and an older brother, all of whom provided me with love and care. Being the youngest in the family, I don’t hold as many responsibilities as my siblings. It was always their responsibility to make sure I was safe, protected, and happy. I was too well protected by my family members that I probably couldn’t function without them, which is the reason to why I lacked one of the most important qualities, bravery, until the winter of eighth grade when I went to Yosemite.

So if you’re riding a strapping 4 or 5-year-old, keep in mind that his skeleton isn’t fully mature yet! He might not grow visibly bigger, but his body is still developing into its adult form and that may continue until he’s past his 6th birthday. So be careful not to yank his neck or slam on his back. Horses whose backs are still fusing are more vulnerable to back injuries and structural damage from riding.

Soon after Rainsford beat General Zaroff in a hunting game, things started becoming more intense. Walking back to the general’s castle through the immense forest full of every prepossessing tree. That is when the questions started to occur from the general.

Alex was about to oversleep and miss his bus, but then he hurried and outside. He got to school safe and found his friend Jarod and his girlfriend Destiny they ended up talking until the bell. In class Alex was bored, but then heard a scream and saw someone eating someone else. The teacher tried to stop it but was attacked. After that the school made an announcement and people to hide or run.When the announcement was made everyone panicked, but Alex went to find his friends.

in a long black coat, stood a man – his eyes pierced her skin as he

A couple of hours later, while I stepped out for dinner, all was dark and quiet without trace of Hamia or the others. Yet, after a few steps under the gloomy shimmer produced by the pale moon through the occluding clouds, I spotted the paired silhouettes of Hamia and Jason at the wooded lot behind the cabana complex. Their conversation seemed agitated, even though the twilight made distinguishing their faces in the distance impossible. Being that they obviously sought privacy, I kept walking as if I had not seen them, and they couldn’t perceive me. Concurrently, on progress through the dusky trail, I walked in front of the diner where Duende used to work and we had met, at which Zach and Jenny casually enjoyed some sandwiches and waved me to their table. Nevertheless, while we chat about diving and other trivial issues, I felt absorbed by which matter between Jason and Hamia might’ve upset them, and called it a night earlier than usual.

It was August 8th, 2016. The day Aspen would start her never ending depression. It was the first day of school, Aspen had just moved to town and hadn’t known anybody yet. She was scared out of her mind. Aspen was very anti-social the thought of new people and her made her feel weak. She tried to pretend being sick but Aspen’s mother knew she was just trying to get out of school. So her mother told her to get dressed and get through the day as best as she could. Aspen had no choice, so she got out of bed and began to get ready.

Madeline was all but 10 years old, drudging around in the field out back of the grey shackled farm house she lived in with her father. She tried to stay outside as much as she could, in part because she loved the fresh country apple cider air, and in part to avoid him. She held her arms out straight beside her, fingers gaped open and pointed her round pudgy chin straight up to the sky as she galloped around on the twisting mud path beneath her feet. Heal toe, heal toe.

Planes have always freaked me out. They go high in the clouds and disappear. They can lift hundreds of people in the air. They go over seas and countries in the matter of hours. Sorry, but that was always a little unnerving to me. Still, I want to travel the world - and no Google Earth doesn’t count. So when the opportunity to go to Europe for spring break presents itself, I’m just gonna have to face my fears.

My Patient is Larry Johnson a high school junior come up on his senior year. He is also a top prospect in the high school football. Larry is expected to do big thing on the colligate level. Since he’s such a big football star my first question for him was how popular are you. He chuckled and said “everybody loves Larry” which I could imagine so. Then I began to ask him about his expectation of his senior year. Though he is great on the field Larry has struggled in the classroom. As of right now though he has the talent to play at the next level he has a 2.2 GPA but also needs need 200 more points on his SAT which means he doesn’t have any room for comfort. So since he isn’t able to have some freedom like most High School students. I asked him what his plan was in order to meet the meet the expectation and stay on top of his GPA. He said “that he signed himself up for SAT prep classes and that in order to stay on top his grade he had to not apply himself on the field but also in the classroom. And that he applies himself there isn’t anything he can’t do.

The entrance to the tunnel was the sinners only way out, or so they thought. A handful of poor unfortunate souls dragged their feet through the tunnel. They went through not knowing what to expect next. The heat was unbearable, making them walk slower. They had to feel their way through the pure darkness till they saw a small light at the end. A handful of sinners went in, and half of them made it out in one piece. On the other side of the tunnel there were slaves being stabbed with pitchforks, which was supposed to be motivation to move faster. Red rocks piled high near the river of souls that flows through the underworld. The gray river held every soul of those who bargained with the Master. The flames that burned near the river were kept alive by the sinners shoveling loads of coals on to it. They are the ones to maintain the underworld. Those whose sins were the worst of the worst, forever burn in agony as they face torture for all