Free Essay - Original Writing

"We'll just be friends. Then, over time, it can become something more. I am sure."

“Well, that’s the secret. I was worried about telling you, so I’ve been trying to avoid you for the longest time. But, I guess the cat is out of the bag now,” I said.

The original and very popular chicken sandwich, made only at Chick-fil-A, does not require any elaborate ingredients; however, it does require the right ingredients and a precise process. Almost every time I tell someone that I work at Chick-fil-A I hear in response “I love that place.” That to me is very reassuring that they are doing something right. The Chick-fil-A sandwich has been made the same way for the last forty-six years. Although it only consists of a few steps, if one is not done properly it can change the whole outcome. Three years ago I was introduced to the process of how this one of a kind sandwich is made. Now I would like to share this process with you.

“Just go,” Dean breathed pulling her close. She was awake and tears were falling from her eyes she couldn’t speak gasping for breath but she gently rubbed his arms. As if he was the one who needed comforting.

“Well we just met so we can’t exactly be best friends. Maybe one day though.”

Murphy looked up, his face hopeful. "Is there a chance I can say goodbye to my granddaughter?"

Dean and Cas wakeup the next morning spirits high and backs sore from resting against the cabinet. Dean looks at Cas groggily smiles. Then he remembers the pie…

“ I just wanted to apologize for bullying both of you. It’s been so long now and I’m very sorry.” Josh

Freewriting is a technique used to help someone get words onto paper without regard to spelling, grammar, or any of the usual writing guidelines that we follow. It simply is the act of putting words onto paper for a certain length of time to stir some type of thought. Often the material is raw and scattered but that is exactly what is expected.

Hopefully she'd arrive at what he believed could be the only correct decision, by herself, and the last thing he wanted was for Lexi to feel as if he was her enemy too. When it finally come, he did all he could not to not let his relief show, briefly closing his eyes, and taking a moment to compose his thoughts. "We really don't have a choice, Lexi, and I wish I could say something to make it easier, however, I can't. But, but we will get through this. You're a fighter, and you're strength and determination are the reasons I could never forget you, and came back. Anyone else would have given into the whims of your Father by now, but not the Alexandria Huntington I met and fell in love with."

"It was not your fault," Maddox tone was harsh, but words barely above a whisper. "I'll not hear it again."

“You’re right Zane. Not that I appreciate the lie, but it’s true. Knowing that you are so much older than I am would have stopped us from dating”

“I can’t make her do that. By law, she has the right to stay here since she’s the mother of this child. That’s something you’ll have to take that up with the courts, however, until then, you’ll have to vacate the premises.”

Abruptly and unexplainably, I was suddenly awoken from an exhaustive sleep. But, I don’t know how I was awoken. There was not a touch or sound. Just silence in the middle of the night. But, there I was; as awake and coherent as you are as you read this. I snapped up in bed, to a sitting position. There was an unexpected illuminating glow in the room. Everything was visible; the bed stand with the pink rose covered lamp. The tan overstuffed chair next to the bed with my blue flannel robe draped over the back. I could see everything clearly. I wasn’t startled, I felt surprisingly calm; at peace. As I glanced at the foot of my bed, he stood looking longingly into my soul.

I was about ten years old when this happened. It was in the fall of fifth grade, and I had just gotten settled into the new school year. My dad was deployed to Kuwait, and so for the time being it was just my mom, my brother, and I. He had been deployed previously, so I was used to him being away for months at a time. One thing that helped me get through the times he was deployed was my school who offered a special class called TDY on Friday mornings before the bell rang. TDY (Temporary Duty) was specifically for students whose parent(s) was deployed and also offered support for the children who needed help coping.