Geneva On The Lake Creative Writing

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.

The sun was nowhere to be found the dark clouds combined with ash and smoke blotted out any form of light, destruction was everywhere. Wheat fields were ravaged by fires, and towns were reduced to rubble. The ground that was once dark brown soil was now churned into large masses of mud filled with the stench of death. In the mud trenches and foxholes were dug in which many men inhabited, not by choice but out of pure necessity.

Hi Mom! Hope you're doing well. I'm sorry that I haven't been writing to you in a while, things have just been pretty hectic here. None of us have been getting any sleep around here because we are all stuck in these trenches and are always on guard. Every morning, we'd get up and look around. We always have to stay in the trenches unless our "leader" yelled "Over the top", which means the call to attack.

(G) This war is starting to really affect my men. (C) I understand George but, I cannot give you my men. (G) Yes General I know you can’t and I will not force you. I just ask that you think about it not for me, but for the people. (C) As you wish George, I will think about it but do not get your hopes up. (G) Thank you General and I will not. (C) Your welcome George. How is your wife doing? I haven’t spoken with her in a while. (G) Thank you for asking she is doing just fine I will let her know you asked. (C) So George, what is your next attack plan? (G) I am not fully sure there General, it is as if the British can read my mind. They are always alert on the attacks. I was planning a surprise attack but I am not so sure if I should go on with it now.

At some point, their ears had finally given in to the echoing shots and yells and had dulled to the point where they could barely hear anything at all. The students - cut, bruised and bloodied - lay upon the ground. Dead or hiding. Hoping for mercy, for that’s all they had left to hope for.

Hello, this is Kelsey Maley reporting from a battlefield in France during spring of 1914. As you can most likely hear, the battle is booming behind us. The gunshots and cannon fires can be heard from miles away. From where I am standing one can also hear the cries and screams, and running horse hooves from the war below. Looking down we can see the khaki and grey uniforms either riding horses or hiding in trenches and with guns or swords. It is hard to concentrate on these men in uniforms because of the dirt and smoke covering the air around them. Walking up here is difficult because of the bumps in the ground. One may be able to feel the rumbling and shaking ground every time a cannon is fired. Each side is obeying the screams from their comandor

Jimin wakes up to the sound of explosions and fire. A thousand and some men meet their demise each day, and Jimin prays at night he’s not one of them. The war rages around him, and he gets off the make-shift bed to get changed into his gear to help out. He caps the patterned helmet and looks at himself in the mirror. His reflection stares back, sad and weary, a youth gone wrong. He smears camouflage onto his face, high on his cheekbones until there is nothing left of him but an empty vessel of war.

Lake Willowberry wasn’t an enormous lake, but it was sizable, with the approximate circumference length of a rounded football field. The lake was not far from my house, it was in the forest, and the forest encroached the south side of my fence—standing tall like a citadel of pine trees.

named Hollands Cove. Almost as if it were a secret the entrance to the community the roadway lies bare. A small dirt road with two fields on either side are backed by trees, small bushes, and a slight glimpse of a gray decaying haunted house. However during the early summer if you drudge through that field of tangled weeds you would find the bushes lined with juicy summer blackberries that stain your fingertips.

For my trip to Louisiana I would bring along two of my friends. I would bring along Granddaddy Cain, because on car rides it is better to have Quality Company than to have quantity in company. One quality of his that I admire is that he is described as “tall and quiet like a king” (Bambara, 67). This quality is repeated twice in the story and is inferred from the description of his large hands. Another good quality is his manners in which he deals with the two men. He starts out nice and welcomes both men “like he’d invited them to play cards and they’d stay too long” (68). After Cathy describes how his coworkers would describe him granddaddy Cain. He then gives the two men a reason to leave by swatting at their camera and makes it hit the

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.

You invited me to start my work day to deliciously dine overlooking the Chicago River and with the stunning view of our beautiful skyline? Yes, please! That's like Instagram overload morning for me! Lucky for me, the Chicago Cut Steakhouse held a media Summer Escape Breakfast showcasing some of their delicious morning menu selections and I got to attend.

The sidewalk is fracture, and seems to shake whenever the chilling breeze would pass by. A tall women with long, curly amber hair that is tied up in a bun at t back of her head in a desperate attempt to hide the blatant bald spot as she paces through the cobbles. Her eyes is a dark grey cloudy colour of green. There is a couple of houses that borders the street, the ones that did were torn apart or abandoned, with sprayed cans litter around them. Dim street lights floods along the road, some bent others broken, or maybe few old and rusty. Although plentiful, the glow these lights gave off ghoulish glow, flickering. Her hands dug into her coat pocket for a minute before dragging out a cigarette and lighter she lit it and took a long drag. She

It was nine o'clock on a rainy September night. The moon was out, only slightly covered by translucent clouds. No stars seemed to be visible from the view. It was strange, considering the house they live in is not even a mile from a forest, where they usually camped out on to see the beautiful night sky and fireflies during the summer. The old, wooden door squeaked as Clare went outside. The Greenwood's house was very old, seeing as it was built over a century ago.

Then I said, "You’re yellow." He responded, "I think you better stop right there or I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson." This kid couldn't possibly beat me i thought, "You and who else?" Another snide comment caught in my throat as he hurled me to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He wasn't as weak as I assumed, but i only dropped because his attack caught me off guard. Meursault tried a pathetic attempt of a truce, offering me his hand. What kind of man did he think i was. I couldn't let the fight end here, so quickly. I mustered up my strength and jumped up, kicking him there on the ground. He kneed me and got some lucky punches in. My face bled a bit, nothing too serious. He asked me if I had enough, examining his hand carefully to search for any injuries. Grudgingly i said yes, knowing I could have won if i was more prepared to