First Hill Creative Writing

The skin on my left hip was almost completely scraped off, but I was going to do it again. I wasn’t going to give up. Gaining speed down the hill with a huge smile on my face, I knew that I would get it this time. As I quickly turned the bike’s handlebars, my shoe laces got caught in the pedal. At the age of five, I was unaware of Newton’s first law of motion: An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. I flew off my bike and hit the ground full force, slid across the pavement, and came to a stop. I told myself that I needed to learn how to ride this bike, and my final attempt, after many hours outside, turned out successful. My mother says she remembers the moment when I walked through the door of my house and stood in the kitchen, insisting that I taught myself how to ride a two-wheeler. I was bloodied

I wrap my scarf around my neck and reach down to lace up my boots. Careful not to drop my cross body bag as it swings down, I stand up straight and walk out the door. As I lock the front door behind me, I inhale a deep breath. This is my favorite time of year. The air is brisk, yet the sun is warm on my skin. I begin my walk to work since my car officially died yesterday. This is the third time this month, but I don’t really mind. I love walking when the weather is like this. The sounds of leaves crunching beneath my feet sounds like music.

CHARGE!!!, the crowd went wild as the song was playing in the stadium. As I got closer to the seats it got louder and louder I felt like I was at a monster truck show. Then I got to the seats I turned my head to look at the field and it look a lot more greener than on TV. The home team was practicing on the field ready to beat the Washington Nationals.

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

Before you turn the page of this book I want you to know that this book is not pleasant. It is full of bad witches and morphed fairies. Even worse a girl who has to go through it all. Her name is Bell Linmor and she has it rough. But don’t worry it all works out.

Around seven I got a call from my mom telling me and my brother it's time to come home. When we got home we still were riding around. So I went off a curb and my front tire fell off! I flew over my handle bars. I tried to save myself by landing on my hands but I landed on my wrist weird and my chin hit the ground. My bike landed on my back so I push it off and get up. I see my tire rolling away and

“There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.” Born and raised in a box where everyone knows everyone means that there’s always “go to” places. As we grow out of cleats and place dolls in the attic, the giant wooden obstacles that you know every nook and cranny too are now just tired playgrounds filled with new children left to discover those hidden spots. The man made lakes that left the smell of sweet summer and chlorine lingering in your hair and skin are now rain puddles. Places from childhood form who we are and create everlasting friendships but over time, as the leaves change in the seasons so can we.

As I walked into the Flint Hills Mall through the front side entrance, I could see an abundance of people in the empty space by the Kansas Drivers License Office. There were rows of shiny, smooth, wooden benches, which families and guests were sitting on. You could see them talking and laughing to each other, and giving pep talks to their kids. I could see the white table the judges were sitting at as they prepared to evaluate each student. I could see the judge's water bottle at each of their seats and bowls of candy inbetween each of them. I could see students sitting and standing on the sides preparing and talking. Students were either wearing white, red, or blue uniforms with a colored belt around their waist depending on what level they

mine employee, even though her silent stance against dating anyone from work resulted in slim pickings around town.

Once we headed out, I noticed my mom’s car. I started running towards her car and my brother trips me, but I didn't fall immediately. It was the slowest fall ever, I kept running but I was slowly losing balance and then I just hit the floor, I scraped my hands, I had tiny gravel embedded in my hands, my knees

“Bella, is it?” the upbeat women carries on after I send her a curt nod, “If you want a location full of mystery and myths to investigate, I'd suggest Mystic Falls. Albeit quiet and small, it's a very interesting town with a close-knit community with just wondrous views. It allows you to ponder the very existence we choose to believe, the science we think we know and the perfect life we all desire. It is quite far from other towns, but the people are very friendly and extremely helpful. They would just love to welcome you to their town and there are many exquisite houses to the highest of qualities for sale. Some may call the town a young utopia.” she finally finishes, although after I've stifled quite the few yawns.

It was long day at tennis it was still fun though. I was so excited to get home because It was Christmas Eve. When I arrived home I could feel something was wrong. My heart started beating faster and faster almost coming out of my chest...then I sprint inside to only see Joy my other dog sitting in her room. Right then and there I flash back to a couple of weeks ago. I remember my parents saying that Ilsa doesn’t have much longer and I feel my heart crumble being crushed by death. I still know where she is buried to this day.

our journey came upon us. The sun had just climbed over the first huge hill and its brilliant

When we got there, I was extremely scared. My father had put one of his hands on the handlebars and the other underneath the seat. After a little while my father asked, “Are you ready?”

I was running toward the stairs outside my dorm at church camp. Suddenly, I tripped on the curb and was tumbling. Everything was a blur and it still is to this day. The first thing I remember after the fall was being at the foot of the stairs, blood falling from my head and being in agonizing pain. A nurse, who was with another church, rushed to help me up, and she put