Sam Hunt Creative Writing

It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. It was late at night after a soccer game. I was laying down in my room, coloring in a picture book, when my parents called me downstairs. After my sister and I walked downstairs, we were told to sit on the couch. Apparently my parents had something important to tell us, i didnt really realize what was going to happen because I was younger, so I sat on the couch smiling widely.

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.

Jump!!! My dog jumps on my bed looking at me. I could tell he was going to bark closing my ears from the loud screechy bark. And then he jumps off my bed only to play with his rope. I sit up staring at my phone that was bright I look at my dog waiting for me to get up.

Later that day Kevin decided to go down to the beach to watch the sun fall down the equator with Cornwall. Kevin Thought to himself how he was going to convince Howie to let him go to dog training. Maybe if I show him how great of a dog Cornwall is then

“You ditched Chase and took off. Didn’t answer my calls. What the fuck was I supposed to think?” He hasn’t calmed down. He’s not used to anyone defying him.

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.

“3,2,1 !”Swoosh Jordan Michael Jr. has won the championship game for the tower high roadrunners.He made a three pointer with 3 seconds left on the clock .They have won the championship game with the score 101 to 100.After the game he went to a pizza restaurant called Toronto Pizza .Him and his coaches and his team and parents were there celebrating.Everybody went home.Him and his friends were walking to the park and they decided to take a shortcut .They walked threw an alley,the alley was pitch black.They saw a glowing object by a dumpster.They were curious, they didn’t know what it was.Jordan was the one who walked up to it and the object had a garbage lid over it.He took the garbage lid off of the glowing object.

When we got all the supplies that we needed. We were eating we didn't know what time it was but it was dark so we thought it was 10:00. We went to sleep inside it was 12 in the morning I heard a weird noise coming outside and people talking. I looked out the window to see who was there they were little with a bags, flashlights and other kinds of stuff.

He is remarkable in my eyes and presents his extraordinary features to others, but believes he is only ordinary. Ryan is much more than just a normal person and if I had to sum up all of his hidden accomplishments, 20 vehicles to be exact, in one single word, I would use innovative. Why you ask? Well, Ryan, being his 21-year-old self, can make nothing into something. He could make a pile of brittle metal into a rocker panel on a car with his handy-dandy welder and many different tools I do not even know the name of.

Sam had a special fishing pole that folded into a small size so he could carry it in his backpack. he caught three trouts in the pond and I caught two. There were a lot of mosquitoes by the water so we didn’t stay at the pond for too long. My dad was relaxing in the tent, reading a book. We showed him the fish that we caught. Can you two gather some wood for the campfire so we can cook the fish he asked us. Sure. I answered. Don’t forget your flashlights! my dad warned. We grabbed our flashlights from our backpacks and walked towards the trail.which way should we go? I asked Sam. The trail led in two different

Every word, every touch, every single thing he did only fueled her more. Harper was intensely surprised to be so wet and so needing, she was never like this even with Steve. Still, he was a far away name in the back of her mind that had shut off because all she could comprehend was this moment with the ever delectable and even more mysterious Hawthorne Tisch. She wanted him though. She was so ready for it, she needed it so bad. For months, she needed this release. She got one from all the spanks he gave to her dripping pussy; that orgasm was a very necessary one but all it did was make her want more.

Harry promised, :I maybe a human and know that you don't trusts humans but I give you my word and promise not to hurt any member of you're pack as long as they don't attack me.:

You’re in bed thinking about the rough time at school you had when you hear the floorboards creak. It was so faint there was no point of checking what it was. You hear the floorboards creak again and then the noise comes more often. You were not going to bed at any time soon so it was not going to hurt to check. You get out of bed and open the door to the hallway, you peer out in the hallway and it was pitch black. You try to turn on the lights but they just flickered on and off over and over again. You see a shadow running past the hallway in to a room. You jump when you hear a sharp shriek not too far away. The shriek echoes in your ears until you realize you should run a find your mother and father. But you were stopped by the shadow. It

In half a page of terrifying prose, Stephen King captures the notion of a world turned upside down under a square moon. In three lines of poetry, Li Bai draws the picture of a tranquil pond. In exactly 100 words, I tell the story of how winter took away a man, conjured from a photo prompt online of black and blue. In my literature classroom, a paper on the wall reads, “Write to express, not to impress.” That doesn’t mean writing can’t be impressive. Flash fiction, short story, novel, or poetry-I want to learn more about creative writing and experiment with different forms. In Edgar Allen Poe’s Theory of Composition, he details the reasoning behind his famous poem, “The Raven,” down to the exact number of words. He picks the subject of a woman's death, the symbol of the raven, and a haunting refrain, all to create an effect, and he succeeds. In short stories and poetry alike, it might be mood or it might be imagery, but each word is chosen for a reason, each comma, too. There’s a method to the experimentation. This is the sort of writing I would love to learn about, where an art becomes a science. Through this science, I want to be able to find, as Hemingway says, the truest sentence and learn to write half a page with the same impact as King.

It happened one late Sunday afternoon. My friend Dan and I were sitting in his car patiently waiting for the next availably gas pump. It was