Grant Park Creative Writing

We have been trying to move to a new home over the last few months and for one reason or another we just haven't been able to make this happen. Our close and move in date just kept getting pushed and this ended up interfering and postponing multiple trips. With Good Friday off, BeeGee and I just couldn’t handle this any more so we headed out Thursday evening.

If you look in the Sayre park art room, you might see someone standing in there painting or drawing or maybe even sculpting with clay. She is very elegant and friendly. But who is she?

Carver prowled up and down the halls of Aldersley Park, the mansion he had inherited when his parents were tragically killed in a plane crash two years before. He felt restless, twenty three years old and wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, and yet he felt restless. His skin crawled with desire for release, any kind of release from his frustration.

I felt bad for these people. They were frightened and in desperate need of nutritious food. Pellagra is a condition found mainly in third world countries where people depend mostly on a corn-based diet. We had food that could help these unfortunate folks, but it was out in the vehicles.

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.

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

“ keep going, you can do this” my mom says as I take another step up the rigid cold mountain . I take step after step after step after step, until i get to dead inside from this boredom of climbing this stupid mountain.

Friday, October 13th, there was a carnival coming to Clydeville. Clydeville was a very small town, everybody knew everybody. At the Clydeville high school everyone usually kept to themselves. Leo and Carly were the main couple of the school. They planned on going to the carnival that night because they wanted to go out that night. They thought something terrible was going to happen. They thought right.

The scent of burning nicotine mixes in with the bitter-sweet sound of silence that flows through my neighborhood. The murmurs of the 39 engine making its rounds of routine lateness is a usual as it flows down small Dauphin street and to much better-known areas of the city.

In a winter morning bottle lake forest is an alluring place to be in. Thin rays of sun infiltrate the atmosphere and kisses down on the ground. Gradually ablating the frozen puddles. A heavy dew had fallen. The frozen dew makes the wild berry bushes angle to the ground, worshipping mother nature.

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My feet shuffled through the hundreds of orange and red leaves covering the ground, but I paid no attention to them. They were normal, common, like the presence of grass in a field. They were just a part of my surroundings. All of my attention was focused upon myself, and getting my dog walked. This was a chore to me, not a leisurely stroll.

As I entered walked through the entrance of Hershey Park, I noticed a bright sign to my left. Walking closer, I discovered that the park was looking for a handful of people to test out one of the rides that would soon be available to the public. It read, “Want to be one of the first to ride the newest attraction at Hershey Park? Sign up below!” Under the sign, a clipboard was surrounded by people trying to write their names. I waited until it cleared out. Then I walked over and wrote my name in the next blank space. I was instructed by the sign to meet with a group of employees at the back of the park at 1:00.

My friend and I had a chance to visit Boston in winter break two years ago. In spite of the extraordinarily cold winter and the fact that we were the only visitors in the park, we had witnessed numerous incredible accent architectures and learned new knowledge about American history. One of many attractions that I had noticed was the statue Make way for ducklings in Boston Public Garden. The bronze ducks, which were constructed by Nancy Schönwas, were based on a worldwide famous book of the same name. The children’s picture book, which was written and illustrated in charcoal by Robert McCloskey, tells a story about a couple mallards looking for where to raise their family. After passing various choices,

It was a bright Sunday morning in California, Bakersfield on Maple Street. Maple Street is a street that is peaceful with a neighborhood of cottages except for one. The one that Tommy Jones lived in. All his neighbors knew Tommy was spoiled. His parents think that he should have whatever he wants since he is little. Tommy had everything his heart desired. A flat screen TV, a remote control car, a king size bed (that’s only for him), swimming pool, trampoline, a playground, computer, etc. His older sister, Jessica, on the other hand didn’t really care what she had or didn’t have. All she needed was a book and she’d be delighted. Of course to afford all that, they needed to be rich. Tommy’s father was a lawyer and his mother was a surgeon. Since they get them whatever they want, they expected their kids to get good grades.