Run For The Manor Creative Writing

I play football here at ULM and we have been in our fall camp for the last 23 days. It is a mental, physical, and emotional strain and tensions are running high. One day early on in camp we were out in the blistering heat practicing. We were almost finished when we called a screen pass and I was going to be the main blocker for the play and if I messed up it wouldn't work. Then as soon as the ball was snapped I stepped with the wrong foot first. This slowed me down and the defender was able to clobber our receiver behind the line of scrimmage. My position coach, Coach Clark, immediately ran over yelling, "What are you doing? Where is the direction you can't lose your man on that play?" I knew what I had done wrong, "I can't let him get up the

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

Four friends were going to hang out at Kings Island during Halloween Haunt. Their names are Jane Rogers, April O’Neil, Steve Rogers, and Donatello Hamato.

The roar of his musket is audible, even from the safe sanctuary of my home. I jerk my head away from the window and cringe. I see a shadow fall down and land with a small thump on the pavement. I decide, wisely, not to watch anymore and walk away from the

Lionel Giverd was practicing his football one day on his team, and he suddenly landed on his arm he started to swear. He realized he would be in the cast for a while and he hoped he could make the team next year.

What is the personal significance of your given name (first, middle, and last)? My given name is Kimberly Müller. The personal significance of my given name is very important to me because I want my name to always have something great behind it, that’s one of my goals. My surname came from Germany, I sometimes wonder how a German surname came all the way to Haiti. My first name is the most perfect name for myself, so I just have to thank my parents for that, my mother’s name starts with the same letter as my name.

In January 1843 my fellow cop William Washington and I were just relaxing after and long and hard day on the job. All the sudden we get a suspicious call from a nearby home in Massachusetts. William and I grabbed our gear and went to investigate. When we arrived at the house, a lady answered the door and said that she heard a screech from her neighbor’s house. When we walked over to the neighbor’s house a young man answered the door and greeted us. When we told the young man that somebody reported a yell he said that it was his own from a nightmare he had. We ask him if we could search the his home and he hesitantly said yes. We searched all the floors of his home and William and I found nothing suspicious. We asked for the young man's name

I can hear him now as he moves about above me and at such a late hour; loud bangs and low groans sometimes accompany his movements. If I was not so fearful of him, I would march to his chambers and damn the consequences. Alas, though I am not brave nor reckless. I am but a man plagued with doubt, insecurities and dare I say again, fear.

Welcome to Sandersville, Georgia. A quaint, little town nestled in Washington County with a population of under 6,000. Seated happily in the Bible Belt, there are more churches than gas stations in the Southern city. We pass the only gas station for miles on the corner of the main street as my family heads to my Aunt’s house. The drive from Atlanta to Sandersville was slower than molasses running up hill—at least according to my mother. Sara Armour is the epitome of the southern belle. A well-spoken lady, she was born in Atlanta, but raised in Milledgeville, GA following her parents’ divorce. With bright red lipstick and a blonde bob, she looks like the carbon copy of her older sisters in that musty kitchen

Oh what have I just witnessed? I can’t believe this. I don’t want to anyway. Perhaps this is just a nightmare but I have never perceived something like this even in the worst of nightmares. Perhaps this is because my brain always woke me up before such a horrific image engulfed my mind and now I see something that my eyes will never be able to erase. What happened to this noble family? This feeling of sadness flows through my veins and has deadened my mind. It acts as a poison to my once uplifted spirit. It covers my soul as if a black mist had settled upon me and refused to shift. This once happy world now feels lost and nothing could bring it back into focus.

Today I woke up with a hectic day ahead of me, my duties stopped me from spending time with my family. As I woke up at dawn the weather outside is wild as I dressed into my finest robe. I eat a small breakfast and then go outside doing my duties. I go outside and I speak to the lord about an trouble that had happened on my land. I then make my way down to the peasants, touching the sick and healing them. After this i would go back into my castle and the lords would give me taxes from the people who have been on my land, also they would report anything they saw in the distance and on the land. Some nobles then came running into the castle, complaining that the peasants and the surf aren't growing enough crops to provide them for there food, I then had to go speak

Beth was raised by the mob. She’s never gotten herself into a situation her family couldn’t drag her out. So when those closest to her wind up dead or missing, she’s left to her own devices. She quickly realizes how hard it is to survive on her own.

Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been

I admit that I am a coward, but the wheat field really gave me a thought that the “grass house” may have changed. However, I was still stuck in front of the entrance. The house seems not that dark as it was in my dream.Its sign the grass is also gone. “ What are you waiting for kid?” The sound came from behind me.I bet it’s my grandma and I bet she already heard about how I describe her home. I started to shaking and afraid to turn around.