John Hunt Creative Writing

Once there was a very active 14 year old boy named Joseph Brook. He and his dad ran a plumbing business. His day was viciously abusing him, so Joseph had a lot of bruises all over his body. One day, Joseph and his dad went to a extremely nice house which was owned by lawyers. In the gigantic house, there was a funny and friendly 14 year old girl named Madison. When Joseph and his father arrived at the house, Joseph met Madison. They started to hang out the rest of the summer before Madison had to go to prep school during the year, but not on the weekends because her parents were there. Joseph walked 7 miles to and from her house just to spend a couple of hours with her. During her school breaks and after school, they would skate on the ice and make snowballs and

A few weeks ago I went to Florida with my grandparents, they are the best. I was so excited and the drive to the airport took forever. The plane ride took a really long time, and when we finally got to Florida it was late. When I woke up the next morning I went to the beach and the sand was super-hot on my feet, but once I went in the water I cooled off. The sun was always shining and it was really hot. I forgot to put sunscreen on one day and I turned bright red. There were a lot of palm trees in my surroundings. The condo that we stayed was a very popular place because a lot of people stayed there. There was so much stuff to do and see that we couldn’t do everything that we wanted to. We went and packed oranges from the trees, ive never seen

"Afternoon, Harry!", Jones spits, his outstretched smile revealing pityingly repulsive teeth jutting out of his face like a pile of mildly-sculpted rocks stuck into the earth by a toddler. I give a slight nod, bringing my attention back to watering my browning larkspur plant I carefully nestled into the soil at the beginning of summer.

That look. All I can think of is that look in Johnny’s eyes. He wasn't suppose to die, the rest of the gang could die at the same time but Johnny just can’t die. He was supposed to stay out of trouble, get away from his godforsaken parents, leave this place. He was supposed to be better than all of us.

I stood near the steps to our porch and watched as the organized chaos unfolded. The younger boys wrestled on the path and little girls giggled with excitement. Dan Sims was near the spit, basting a boar while the ladies of the village carried platters of casseroles and desserts to the long tables. Trade day was always a celebration.

You could feel the riot before you could see it. There was something else in the crisp early morning New York air, a certain electricity. A certain static that could only have been brought about by the winds of change. Even at three am the city is usually alive, but in these early Saturday morning hours Christopher Street was more alive than usual. However, it wasn't the normal flamboyant energy it had come to been known for. It was an angry energy, one that's only capable of being created by an oppressed group fed up with the constant mistreatment they've too long endured.

My brother, my mom, his friend, and I was going to a Vacation for the weekend, driving to San Diego. We've admire and took picture of the sun setting the ocean with the rippling flow and could hear the noise of the ocean fresh breezes, when we got the hotel we was all tired, but we had to get registered a room to go to sleep in. The next day my mom , my brother, and his friend went somewhere without me, selling puppy's to two people. When I waked up and notice that they was gone, I called my mom and said," Mom where are you guys, and long has it been since you guys left," she said, " three hours, and selling the puppy's right now, but it will take a while when come back, so get ready to go get something to eat, ok," ok," I said. when I was

" Fuck you too." I groan, my blond hair falling slightly on my shoulder as I look at my clock. 7:00 AM. With only 30 minutes to get dressed, onto the bus, and to my Living Hell, better known as school, and I sigh and get up. As I start to pull out clothes to wear I decide that I'll wear some jeans and my black hoodie with my white FairyTail shirt under it.

Although Summer was coming to a close, the smothering heat had yet to subside. As a result, Alfred Jones was spending his last few days of freedom, relaxing on top his cherry red Chevy truck, sipping cold bottles of soda and whistling old tunes. He kept going over a particular phrase mentioned to him again and again, that vacation always seemed to fly by, but these past weeks, every hour seemed to drag on until every day seemed meaningless. He brought the rim of the bottle to his mouth and surveyed Calamity look-out. Lush trees, cracked roads, obnoxiously coloured houses... Same old, same old. It drove Alfred insane, he was never able to stand the peacefulness of it all, everything in (think of town name later) was so... unimaginative. It

One afternoon, at Kint High School, the students in room 214 were itching for the bell to ring so they can go home. Mark Sanders, a skinny short haired boy, was waiting for something more interesting; Basketball tryouts. “Come on, Come on please let this day be over.” Whispered Mark. He purposely did this to make sure nobody heard him. “Why are you so anxious? It's not like you any good.” Hollered Sheila, the most annoying girl in the class. Mark shot a look at Shiela that would be fatal if looks could kill. Sheila laughed “You're always quiet, just wait until you need to talk during basketball.” “Mind your business, don't worry about me I don't need to talk loud to play ball.” “Shiela why you always gotta be so negative, and Mark you think you're so much better than everybody. You have to start speaking up.” Uttered Mark’s friend Johnny. “You know what-” Shiela tried to talk but the bell cut her off.

It was a breezy, warm, peaceful day. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted an array of pink, orange and yellow. the clouds stretched long across the sky, and the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. While my little bro Aj and I were biking around the neighborhood, our mom yelled out “CHASITY! AJ! Come inside now!” “Dinner time hah Aj?” I asked. “Hopefully, I’m hungry!” he replied while biking full speed towards home. When we got there, turns out dinner was still cooking, so me and Aj just sat on the couch in the living room with our parents. “Aj, Chasity, your dad and I have something to tell you.” mom said. Then dad replied with a stern look “Your mother and I, have decided to move to California…” “We are going to start packing soon… And we’re leaving around August 18.” I had a mini heart attack, “WHAT?! YOU NEVER TOLD US! I had plans with my friends already for the upcoming school year...” I thought to myself sadly. Shocked by the news, I just said “Ok.” and walked to the hallway to pet my fluffy dog Rexx for comfort. While petting him, I felt a lump under his fur on his hind leg. I thought nothing of it, and kept on petting him.

The next day we did not see the man whilst we were driving home from school, nor the day after. My mom had completely forgot about him. However, on the third after originally seeing the man, we saw him on our way back from school. We were so relieved! My mom drove into the gas station parking lot and I hopped out of the car with the $80 in my pocket. I went up to the man, who was in a stained white shirt with a red torn jacket and and a pair of black sweatpants. “Hi, my name is Dylan, what’s your name?” I introduced myself.

I woke up again, screaming and crying. My heart aching and my body shaking. I did not know what else to do. When was this mental distress going to stop? Two months have passed since I discovered who Theodore Adams was: a dead man tormenting his psychotic father through innocent women. I being one of his victims. I shake the thought out of my head and, while my heart was still racing and my hands trembling, I decided to call my closest friend. She might not be able to help me get rid of my anguish, but at least she will listen and comfort me for a while. I dial her number in my phone and wait for her to respond.

It was a sunny morning in California,it was also my 15th birthday.I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I opened my closet to chose what I should where today, I found a dress that was white until your stomach and then was purple with a flow free bottom.I matched some white flats with my dress and headed downstairs.I greeted my mom “Good morning mom.” I noticed that dad was nowhere near by. “Mom where's dad ?” “ Honey something urgent came up so your dad had to step out.How about we get some breakfast from dunkin.” I nodded my head so we stepped out the house.When we arrived I ordered a glazed donut,mom got herself a chocolate sprinkle donut and got dad a pumpkin spice donut.We finished up eating and headed home.

I woke up on a Saturday naturally feeling great. There was no reason to not be happy. I got dressed in rather scruffy clothes because I don’t like looking formal. I walked up the creaky step into the kitchen. The first thing that hit me was pie, I do not mean literally I got hit with pie but as soon as I step in the kitchen I smelled pie. My sister Vanessa and my dad were both eating it and after a big gulp of pie my sister said “Get up, eat pie, hurry, feed horses”. I said to my dad “Cut down on her sugar intake.” After I inhaled the wonderful pie I got up and started walking to the van. My sister was talking about how wonderful Joe was. Just so you know Joe’s a horse. I prefer the big huge scary stallion. We give off the same vibes.