Creative Writing: All Quiet On The Western Front

Markus Zusak’s, The Messenger features the protagonist Ed Kennedy, and how he completed each mission of aces; diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts. The suit of spades was symbolic to Ed’s overall mission as Ed had to dig through truths about himself. Before the suit of spades Ed’s thought of himself was that he was worth nothing, evident through the narration of Ed’s monologue. The suit of spades saw Ed wanting more for his life, evident through the characterisation of Ed, the changes in his monologue.

“I was aboard a plane the same night for the Lackland Air Force Base outside San Antonio.”

I pushed the arm in front of me even deeper into the guy’s throat. It was much harder than it had been the first time and I felt his Adam's apple push into my skin.

has spent a lot of time perfecting her looks for all places and occasions, as

Come on women where the hell you've been? Been fucking around with Everyman on the planet. See fucking batsman the guardsman, doorman the fucking mailman had to go fucking dormant, in the morning became a Mormon. Don't touch my garment it's way to expensive and important. Don't want hands on it that don't belong to it. I refuse to except I'm a bad influence, it's intuitive assuasive. Let's be honest I'm innovative. Let's be honest to ourselves and our family's and say that we're pieces of shit. Just kidding. But I'm not kidding. Fucking peter the fisherman one of the most influential people in history. Stop fucking with me. Don't fuck with me. Or I'll curve you. One world order. Bonhomie records, Partners were not partners that's ignorance.

I sat in the lobby all alone, thinking about Jane Gallagher. All off the sudden I wanted to get the hell out of there. So I decided to call an uber and head on over to this nightclub in Greenwich Village, Ernie’s. It’s called after this piano player who used the play there back in the 50’s. Now they only play shitty electronic dance music there. Sometimes I wish I lived in the 50’s.

Contrary to the litany of expectations that he had been disciplined to embrace and practice since his earliest years, Daphne was responsible for the abrupt change for the eldest son of Hedrick and Mathilda Formonsus. The boy was raised to expect nothing out of life but solitary achievement, power, and wealth and was more than surprised by the joy he felt after meeting Daphne, his next-door neighbour, a girl he was forbidden to have dealings of any kind, even neighbourly courtesies. He was not allowed to express the lowliest of pleasantries to any human being because his father believed it would mar his character by making him think that there were other people who were as good as the Formonsus family. The truth is that the Formonsus family

Camus as our last reading was probably the easiest to read, however it was very depressing. Camus introducing the character Meursault who is an average working man, in which we come to find out he believes in life is meaningless and that you can have goals and desires but then reality comes in and you have what you have. And he made a point in saying if you try to say otherwise you aren’t living in truth because the meaning of life will never be found. Toward the end of the novel is when we really get inside Meursault’s head on these thoughts “but everybody knows life isn’t worth living” (Camus 114). He goes on to describe the fact of life that doesn’t matter what age, man or women, natural death or execution everyone was going to die and

Oh Woe is me, woe is me, mother of Juliet, wife of a Capulet. What did I ever do to deserve the tragic misery of my own daughter dying before me? What have I done, to offend God to have this heartbreaking despair cast upon me? It was only mere days ago that Juliet was gaily running the halls of this home but now it is gloomy and silent without the glow of her presence. Without my private chamber to mourn in peace, I don’t know how I could face the citizens of Verona. Oh why my Juliet, out of all the worthy bachelors in Verona, you had to fall in love with the son of our enemy, Romeo Montague. Now how you pay the price with your mortal remains lying in the Capulet tomb.

The time was early in the summer. I felt like I had been waiting for eight long months and finally the day, it was a Friday afternoon, when Sariah and I met Emmie and Pepper.

I’ve been in this damp, smelly trench for what seems like forever but really it has only been 2 months. The awful smells and gorey things I’ve heard and seen are things I have never even imagined. The smell of burnt flesh, dead bodies ,and raw sewage are unbearable. The awful things I’ve seen would make a super hero sick . I’ve seen people so scared and wanting to go home so badly that they actually shoot themselves.I’ve seen people with such bad foot rot that they can stab it in the black part of the foot with a knife and not feel it. There is so much blood and death that I can’t fire another shot. The millions of bugs and rats only make it harder to think about not being here because I am always swatting at something to get

If you're having relationship problems, don't ask me because I'm going to give it to your straight and raw.  I've seen it time and time again where people are just disgusted with their partner and they come to me for advice but leave madder than they came. (haha)

As you gaze upon the starry night, you recall what you once called home. The South was your home until your father drove you out. Although the streets molded you into who you are, your subconscious refuses to modernize. As you dwell upon these thoughts, Bono shakes you into reality. He hands you a can of beer and tunes the radio to the World Series. “It is Friday night, payday, and the one night of the week … [you] engage in a ritual of talk and drink.” (1)

Severe storms nor death can against me! I’m the one and only Tybalt Capulet, also the invincible and sacred, well-known as Juliet’s cousin. I persistently protect the name of the Capulets, but simultaneously have an eternal hate to the Montagues. I’m my own ruler and I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do and this goes directly to my uncle, Lord Capulet.

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.