The River Creative Writing

Many Aboriginal populations have been using storytelling as a way of communication for centuries. Storytelling is used on a day to day basis whether it be reading a story to kids or telling friends about an experience. The importance of storytelling is highlighted constantly throughout the book Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden and the entire story itself is a recollection of memories. Niska tells stories of her past to warn and teach Xavier. Xavier tells stories of his haunting and innocence shattering experience at war to help him heal. Elijah tells stories about his life before and during the war as an attempt to maintain what is left of his aboriginal culture and to heal himself by reminding himself of his achievements and what he has proudly accomplished . Storytelling plays a significant role in the novel by teaching and helping to heal the characters.

Teenage Son has borrowed parent’s car one evening. First, he dropped by his girlfriend's house to pick her up but once there met with considerable resistance from her parents. Her father stood menacingly in front of the car as your son started the engine, and your son, not one to be intimidated, yelled out the window that he would run over her father if he did not get out of the way. The father, who doggedly stood his ground until the last possible moment, barely escaped injury when he finally jumped aside.

He counted to ten, took another deep breath and set off running, every step taking him deeper into the emptiness of the wilderness. His long legs rapidly eating up the ground beneath him, digging his heels into the soft undergrowth. He was in for a long journey, every step of it alone. The cuts on his wrist stung as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of

A family of four were living on the second floor of a building in Leeward. During a normal Saturday night, the father and daughter who was just 14 years old went to a party. The mother and baby were left alone in the apartment. As the mother was in the yellow tile kitchen with a spoon in her hand and the small baby in the large white bed, there was a loud hysterical scream in the air. The mom jumped up and rushed towards the square shaped window. As she looked out the window there was a domino effect of people turning on their dull yellow light bulbs. The sound of a wailing siren was heard throughout the neighborhood as an ambulance and police cars came rushing over to the crime scene. She wored her slippers on and carried the child outside in the chilling cold night. She saw everything: red and blue lights being shined through the cars. The two lifeless bodies on the hard black road, a man and a woman. Police officers were scattered all over the street with yellow tape in their hands that read “Do not cross”. The yellow tape was put all around the neighborhood, not letting anyone in or

last blood city at night the alarm goes off and there scream and shout everywhere inside the city and all the new-human began hunting for monsters, relics, and the zombies that got inside the city.

It was early in the evening. James was at his best friend Alex’s house packing his things to go home while Alex was downstairs, getting a glass of water. Other than the running of a faucet and occasionally shuffle of feet, it was silent. Silent, until the backyard door suddenly banged shut and glass shattered. James, a curious and daring boy of 17, rushed down and into the kitchen, only to find Alex gone, his glass of water broken on the floor.

About thirty miles off the highway and down a dirt road, you'll see the silhouette of a woman inside her house. She is exhausted, staring as the dust from the dirt floor mixes with the sunlight flowing through the holes the walls. She looks around and knows her life is in shambles. Her house is nothing more than rotting boards and rusted metal roofing. She has no electricity or indoor plumbing. Her only furniture is a moth-eaten couch and two old mattresses sprawled across the floor. Every day she must go to the river four miles from her house. Here she gets her drinking water and does the laundry. The neighbor children will follow her and play games. They are wearing

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

As the two knelt before the river they could hear the sound of cracking leaves in the not too far distance. Someone running, not much caring about the noise they made. They zigged and zagged between trees and over rocks, getting louder with each step. Soon their clamor was clear over the sound of the stream.

I am only around five kilometres away from the Moore River camp and the Tracker has already found me. I saw his head come over the horizon and I quickly moved behind a tree. The fear of knowing that he has got me has just sunk in. I’m scared, the thought of going back to camp at Moore river horrifies me, they don’t care about me there I’m just treated as another number. The rustling in the leaves started to become loud and the shadow of the horse dimmed the light over my head. I turned around to see Moodoo’s face staring at me, he looks rather tired and his eyes show his feelings but sad but kind of anger at the same time. He looked at me dead in the eyes and said “you must follow me back or else we will both be in big trouble”. I feel as though

The cold air brushing up against my bare skin, the soft flakes of snow landing on top of my head. "must keep going" I thought, "just keep going". My vision was beginning to get blurry, white patches began to show up on the bottom of my feet. The blurriness was getting so bad I stopped my run and began to waddle back and forth on the trail. My legs give out, my knees collapse under me and I fall onto the soft piles of snow on either side of the trail. The long beautiful trees dripping with snow looked like they came out of a fairy tale, the beauty was almost unrealistic. My eyes drift close and my body shuts down from the cold. Just before my eyes are completely shut I see the creature running across the trail its very hairy and has a long

Once a upon a time in a long stormy night.. I was with three people in a car driving to a haunted railroad. As we were driving we saw something strange. I didn't know what it was but we were scared. So as we were driving listening to some r&b music, I saw something for another time and they thought..”hmmm what is going on!”. So we wanted to find out what it was so we stopped the car and got out. I was looking around and I asked fiercely “why are we doing this?” Joey replied strangely “because we need to find out what is going on!” So we went on the trail of the train tracks hoping there was a big train coming for us. As we were walking Outta nowhere There it is. A train rushing forward and we all run except for joey he didn't realise that there was a train coming. We yelled for him but he couldn't here us. By time joey got crushed by the train.

There once was a seventeen year old boy, who was dealing with constant arguing at home. He had two younger brothers and a little sister but a father that left them when they were young. One of his brothers named Oliver was fifteen, James was twelve about to turn thirteen the next day and Sally his younger sister who was nine. Sally was his favorite and the closest too. This boy name was George Garden. George would take care of the family a lot. The Garden's lived in a small town in Texas called Spicewood. The the streams of water you would hear in the night is now just Crows crying for food. Their was one high school in Spicewood, called Water Streams Cathedral even though it was opposite of what it was now. The roads were so dry that people

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

"The Highwayman" is a narrative poem written by Alfred Noyes that portrays ill-starred romance between the highwayman, a thief and Bess, the landlord's daughter. Everything is going well until Tim calls the authorities and sets a trap to catch the highwayman, because he's a thief. Tim, Bess’s father's ostler is in love with Bess and goes out of his way to ensure that Bess’s relationship won't last. After Tim tips off the authorities Bess warns the highwayman and in the process she perishes.