Fight Club Creative Writing

been working in the hot sun in Florida for my entire life. As long as I can remember I have been picking cotton from sun up to sun down. I am now 22 years old and have fallen in love with a man named James he is working in the same cotton field as me, he tells me about his dream for us to run away to the North to become free and start a family together. At night me and James sneak out of the barn were we are forced to sleep, were it is so crowded that you feel like you can't even breathe, so it is nice to get away and talk at the top of the roof of the barn about one day runaway to a free state. As we lay on top of the roof James asked to run away with him tonight,

I wake up in my dark dusty room, the time is 5:30 AM and I go down to the kitchen, eat breakfast and then get dressed. As I walk down the street I feel the cold wind brushing against my face like a dead soul released from its grave and my heart pounds, she gives me a bad feeling but a good one as well, I want more. I turn the corner and there she is, standing beside the park bench with the moon light shining down into her soul. I call her name and she turns around slowly.

“I’m going to kill you,” Todd shouted through the halls at Kevin. Then ran up to Kevin and started punching him in the face and the body over and over again. Kids were crowding, so the art teacher, Mr.Gate, ran up and grabbed Todd off of Kevin.

I saddled up and started down the road for a long long journey home. The whole way home I was thinking about mama and sister and Papa. I think I'm at the farm. I was thinking Old Man Blue and all the things all the things he taught me. But then happiness came into my mind I was going home I was going to get to see my family again. The journey was long but I made it. I walked in the front door no one was home and walked around the house and into the fall fields but no must be found. I went to the neighbors house and I asked where my family was ve no one was home and walked around the house and into the fall fields but no must be found. I went to the neighbors house and I asked where my family was. The next words I heard would change my life forever. He told me that my family had died Of dysentery. I don't care who I was in front of I started to weep. I was so sad I went back to my family's old home. I walked in the door. I saw daddy's old gun sitting in its place on the wall. I walked over to it I grabbed it and walked out to the field. I looked on the barrel one round all I needed was one bullet.I said how merr I said a

It’s been a while since I've written of him. I thought slowly but surely he would be buried in my past, and become but a memory, farthest back in my mind. But heaven forbid i move on with my life, he visited my dream last night, and all the emotion, all of… all of him rushed back. Everything was bright, everything was glowing. Three knocks on the door and I knew already who it was. Giddy with excitement I ran to the door and opened it to find my true love on the door step. He was wearing his army uniform, looked as young as the day i met him, as beautiful as ever, and he smiled tipped his hat and said “Ms. Daisy Fay may I have this dance?” And suddenly we were in his house, at one of his parties, so many people, so much music, but all i could hear was him, all i could feel was him, all that mattered was us.

It was a peacedul day the sky was blue, the sun was shining, but by the ocean lay three huge mountains, and the tallest one Mr. Mountain had to sneeze. When Mr. Mountain sneezes it's not a nice cute little sneeze it's a gigantic and loud sneeze, it's such an obnoxious sneeze that he actually blew his top off!!! When Mr. Mountain blew his top off all those sediments from his top cemented together and formed Little Rocky Jr. Over time Rocky started not feeling well, he was started to fall apart ( haha get it because he's a sedimentary rock and the sediments fall off... bad joke I know), so he decided to go find the Magical Cave of Wonders. While he was walking, Rocky stumbled upon a magical unicorn named Felipe that said that he would help Rocky

I grab my bag and some breakfast and headed out. I get on the train and all I can think of his voice and the way he says my name. I smile so hard it hurts, then I realize I might be falling for him. It was weird cause I only remember fallen for a guy when I was younger; I thought it was a phase. But I don’t care I haven’t been this happy since my dad died. Ever stop I will hold my breath and say a small prayer that he will come on the train. And on every stop I get disappointed. My stop has arrived and no Chris. So I just went to the museum and did my

On the weekends, and after school, teenagers across Anderson are bored. There is nothing for teenagers to do when boredom strikes. We, teenegers, are always left with the question, ‘What’s the move?’. When teenagers are bored, they turn to other alternatives, such as selling drugs, fighting, stealing, and partaking in drugs. If the city of Anderson built a teen center where teens can hangout with their friends, play games, exercise, or just chill; the teens of Anderson would most likely not partake in illegal activities.

In David Fincher’s 1999 film Fight Club, the Narrator portrays his search for identity. At the beginning, he asks, “if I could wake up in a different place, different time, could I wake up as a different person?” (Fight Club). Throughout the film, it shows how the Narrator is conformed, working a 9 to 5 corporate job in a cubicle surrounded by people who only wear suits and ties, the typical lifestyle expected by society. However, he begins to break out of his every day routine when he meets Tyler Durden, whom is free from caring about what others think, free from living how society wants him to, and free from conformity. Fight Club’s perpetual focus on identity and conformity throughout this film indicates that the Narrator fabricates a split image of himself, creating the person whom he wishes to be like to escape from his normative.

I did not do very much this summer. I mainly played a mobile game and read a few books. There is one thing that I did do though, that I really enjoyed. This was my trip to Barcelona with my mom and my grandpa. We stayed there for five days. Our flight departed at 5:30 A.M. on June 17th. It was a rather cool morning. We were flying out of the O'Hare Airport. The flight was pretty cool because I got to meet the pilot. One of the flight attendants must have overheard me telling my mom about how I was going to become a pilot after I graduated, so she thought I would like to meet the pilot. It was awesome! After that I fell asleep and didn't wake up until we landed.

I stand on top of a burned hill, watching the sun move across the sky. The sound of motors fading in and out in the distance, a zealous hunchback rambling on in the back seat of my all important four wheeled conveyance. I wait for the sun to go down over the course of minutes, pondering the vast wasteland before me. It's a quiet and peaceful moment, which is striking in a game filled with screaming war boys and magnificent explosions. Sometimes the best parts of an open world game come between missions, when the mechanics and controls fade away and you are just in a new place beautifully rendered before you. Mad Max has its flaws, but its wastes are highly suited for wandering the roads in search of excitement, and the game does a great job

I lay in the grass, As wind whistles in my ear I listen for the sounds of nature, And then I hear it A faint voice in the wind Low, deep, rich voice It calls to me, Come and climb me Come and touch my branches and leaves Let me hold you in my arms, I hear it say

The night was so dark. Sitting in the cooling off car parked in my driveway, I allowed the night to wrap me up in all that it had to offer. The calmness and tranquility was refreshing and reaffirming. I took a deep breath in and closing my eyes, I breathed in all the good in my life. The crisp cool air rushed in along with the people I love, my good health and God’s abundant grace. When I couldn’t breathe in anymore and I felt as though my lungs might burst I breathed out everything negative. Like water out of a faucet, my frustrations, stress and doubts poured out and floated away into the night. I then reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car. I walked up to my dimly lit porch and fumbled through my purse for the door key. I was soothed by the comforting silence of

The movie “Fight Club” is an American based film that was produced in 1999. The production was done after the release of a novel in 1996 by Chuck Palahniuk. The movie involved stars such as Edward Norton, Brad Pitt and Helena Bonham Carter and David Fincher is the director. An overall analysis of the video shows that it is a very disturbing film in that it questions our conscience, our phobias, obsessions, reality as well as habits. Many individuals up to date presume that it is visually stimulating, insightful and at the same time provoking.

His name was Rob, he was not what you would consider traditionally attractive. He didn 't look like an underwear model. There were no bulging pecs beneath his white button-up. No rippling abs. He was average height and average build, average brown eyes and average short hair. You would never look at Rob and wonder what magazine, billboard, or commercial you 'd seen him on. But there was something in the way he looked at you. Something about his smile... It was in the way he touched your shoulder or brushed the hair from your cheek. Even the way he said "Hello." That hidden quality, that sincerity, that subtle little something, that’s what makes you love him.