My Creative Writing : Vasilisa The Beautiful

Anne Lamott, a famous novelist, admits that most writers do not sit down every day with the intention of writing a masterpiece on their first try. In Lamott’s article, “ Shitty First Drafts” she tells her audience the reality of a writer's life. “ In fact, the only way I can get anything

My Big Madea was a pistol. She was as resilient as the steel covering and dangerous if messed with.Nevertheless,she was filled with bullets of love. She might not be in a history book,but she should be in my eyes. If I had an hour more to talk to her I would ask how she did it all?, What drove her to be so resilient?, and How she feels about living in a country for a 101 years without equality? The fact that she never saw equality fuels me to be an activist and reminds me to be leader and a marcher in whatever capacity I can. Rachel Cleveland was born of a slave in 1914 in Montgomery Texas. She received a sixth grade education from an all black school and never left her town. She faced the oppression of the Deep South from birth to 2017. Rebelling

While reading “Shitty First Drafts” by Anne Lamott and “Journey as a Writer” by Yvonne Sui-Runyan I came to a discovery. Writing is terribly difficult for everyone, not just us college kids. I found that composing any sort of writing challenging for all of us and it is never just sugars and rainbows. This however, can be stressful for those of us who enjoy those things in our daily lives. Being said, after expecting to be thrown straight into a fire after reading these, I came to a suppressing conclusion. I was “okay” with my status as a writer. Not because of the crude humor in Lamott’s writing or the easy to understand structure in Sui-Runyan’s but, because it felt great to know that there are other people out there who are struggling to

An hour later, Sarah joined Painted Girl in the kitchen. Sarah’s suitcases towered over Painted Girl’s, ready to be loaded into the car.

You used to think the philosophy 'you only live one' is the most ridiculous excuse for justifying everything you've ever heard of - if you're meant to be reckless and live as fast as you can, 'there's a million and one ways to die' sounds much nicer. Explore them. Investigate them. Enjoy them. Cherish everyone of them, especially that split second between when you lean back in your chair and it hangs midway in air so close the the ground that the only thing you can think of is 'that is it.'

I hope all is well on your end! I wanted to touch base with you to see if you were still looking to enroll at William Peace University in the Fall. We still have you in defer status, but our Financial Aid Office noticed that you have not completed the FAFSA. If you are planning to complete the FAFSA soon, I can certainly notify our Financial Aid team.

1101- Already renewed her lease. Resident is requesting vinyl and carpet in bedrooms. Please let me know by what day can you walk this apartment?

Today after dinner Nyasha and I had decided to go on a walk since the weather was really nice. I ended up asking her about her mother's education and she stopped me “Tambu my mother does not want respect if she did she would stand her ground and not let my dad have the amount of control he has on her now”. I was shocked by her answer but was not surprised because it did come from her. But she was not done “Even when she goes back to the homestead it gets even worse. It is like she bows down to him like he is her master or something. I just do not get how she could be my mother because if that was me I would have been gone a long time ago.” After her rant, I just looked at her stunned I looked at her straight in her eyes and she looked

Due to recent circumstances our FTP group (group O)  is down to four people. I'm just enquiring whether we could cut our time down to twenty five minutes? It has just come to my knowledge that a member in our group will not be coming back, so our original plans have been disrupted. If not I'm sure we will figure something out but due to the short notice, I thought I'd notify you.

Marissa had been staying at Makayla's house for a little while. One night they got bored and decided to give Ben Dover and John Smith a call. Ben Dover suggested they meet up at the Coffee Queen. It was around two o'clock in the morning. Ben Dover got up to go fetch his phone which he left in the bathroom stall. When he came out Makayla was missing and the power had gone out. Everyone was freaking out. There was a note on the table saying,” Can you find her?” It had a picture of a red cross.

A woman, once high in society has fallen so far. A child out of wedlock and a reputation once so pure has now been torn down and stomped upon by those she may have considered friends or at the very least acquaintances. Her mother and prospects have all but abandoned her to live the rest of her years rotting in a French monastery. Her mother's final act to send the betrayer away and attempt to scavenge what is left: a child, innocent with a whole life ahead of her may have the world shut her out before she even has the chance to offend.

The tale by Aleksandr Afanas’ev called “Vasilisa The Beautiful” has a major theme connecting to becoming self-sufficient. This theme demonstrates that there are going to be those that force you to grow up faster than you expect. If one continues to fight through the hard times, one will find themselves becoming increasingly independent. Vasilisa is forced to become self-sufficient by her stepmother, however, she learns how to be successful at this with the help of the doll, Baba Yaga, the old woman, and the tsar. She is supported in different ways by each of the characters. They each also help her grow as she continues her path. “Vasilisa The Beautiful” demonstrates how difficult it can be becoming independent throughout one’s life, especially

Shaeva never really considered how she would die. Her past life had been fraught with such uncertainty that she had not known when or where she would meet her end. Dying in an attempt to keep the Fade and physical realm in balance naturally hadn’t crossed her mind, and she couldn’t help but think of the possibility of her life ending here. The pain and the mental strain she had experienced could only foreshadow what she would have to face soon. It would be foolhardy not to consider her death before taking such a risk. The Realm of Spirits, and Demons alike, was sacred; she didn’t have to be a Seer to understand how important closing the Breach was. Even so, her hands shook terribly and she wrung them together to try and calm her errant muscles.

A sharp shiver rips through out my body as my eyes pop open. I grip firmly to my good luck char, a small pentagram shaped pendent I keep around my neck. My mom gave me this before running off into the darkness of night, and leaving me here. It wasn't her fault. She was a Rouge after all, so she had no choice, which is probably the Omega in the first place.

For years they all told me it was ridiculous of me to feel that I couldn’t return to the screen or the stage as a middle aged woman. They told me I was an artist, not just a star whose career depended on youth. But I knew in my heart that the legend of Alexandra Del Lago couldn't be separated from an appearance of youth. There’s no more valuable knowledge than knowing the right time to go. I knew it. I went at the right time to go. Retired! To where? To what? To that dead planet the moon. There’s nowhere else to retire to when you retire from an art because, believe it or not, I really was one an artist. So I retired to the moon, but the atmosphere of the moon doesn’t have any oxygen on it. I began to feel breathless in that withered, withering