Narrative-Highway Creative Writing

Imagine living in a small town where there are so many natural disasters; such as sinkholes, lighting strikes, muck fires, and nighttime freezes that threaten to kill groves of tangerines. These many events occur in the novel titled Tangerine written by Edward Bloor. A boy named Paul Fisher just moved from Houston Texas to a county in Florida named Tangerine and already starting to have problems in his school such as bullying. Being known as the Eclipse Boy or Mars is a terrible feeling for a new student to go through in a new school. Not only is Paul Fisher being bullied in his school, but also within his own home by his dissolute brother Erik, who only cares about the “ Erik Fisher football dream.”

The first day went fairly well, driving around Baltimore and Washington DC in bumper to bumper traffic was very hectic. Silently, I prayed the traffic would be lighter for the rest of the trip.

There always seemed to be a sound – a whisper – on the edge of your hearing, something you

Observing the area around me, all I could see was an array of neatly, arranged cars

All of a sudden. An angelic voice interrupted the dilemma between the Demon’s last words towards the claimed

people to stand up and come forward I started to hear another voice. That voice became louder

There were only a couple of cars that journeyed with us on this road. They had canoes strapped to the tops of their cars or bikes hanging from a rack off the trunk. Off to create memories of their own.

Asking for God’s grace to fall upon this lost world, members of the community opened up the program with prayer, followed by singing, “America The Beautiful.”

engine, I stepped on the hot black asphalt. I look behind the car at the boat almost brighter at the sight of the lake, but that’s just my imagination. I look in the direction of a car door slamming.

important to address what the voice is saying because it could be a command hallucination. As a

The voice said, 'I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare. I will beat the odds, as great as they are. I have survived so far, miraculously.

Where am I?" I was so lost, and confused. The voice tried to calm me down, and despite my confusion, it was comforting. It felt good to finally talk to someone, someone that seemed to care, and wanted to comfort me. The voice explained that I was safe now, and I could not hurt anymore. It had been such a long time since I had carried on a real conversation like this, it was such a pure feeling. A feeling of raw happiness, that I hadn't felt in a long time. Yet this whole time, I still had no idea where I was. The voice became even softer. "Can you hear the rumble that's calling?" I didn't know what this meant, but I knew one thing. There was something peculiar about the way this voice spoke. It spoke in a way that no human being would ever really speak in, almost like he was speaking in poetry. However, when he spoke these words, I was confused. I tried to understand, almost as if he was calling out to me. He wanted me to join him. He said I would be free forever, and be ridded of all of my worries, my sadness. "I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart," he spoke softly. I began to understand now, he was telling me he felt my pain, that he understood. Finally, I had found someone, someone that understood my pain, my suffering. I would pray at night just to be freed from this pain. "You're a candle casting a faint glow, but you and I see eye to eye," he claimed as he began to speak a bit louder. The way in which he spoke was difficult for me to understand,

So I looked both ways, and when I looked to the right the sun was in my eyes, but I didn't see any cars coming so I went, and as soon as I went I remember hearing a loud horn then

The voice sounded distant but I knew in that moment this was all real. I try to

I heard the same screams we heard over the phone coming through the glass. “Help...help…”