Sam Hunt Creative Writing

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.

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

“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.

Have you ever been a situation where you saw your life flash in front of your eyes?

'Hello! Anyone? Can you hear me? Bloody hell!' Spittle soared from Charlie Winton's mouth as he swore into the inky chamber around him. A sticky sweat dampened his armpits and broke out in tiny beads along his forehead. His breath caught in his throat as he strained to hear, desperate for any sound to break the silence that threatened to smother him. Time crept along, each laborious moment stretched like a taut rubber band ready to burst. Pebbles of loose scree and razor sharp chunks of newly broken coal stabbed painfully into Charlie's abdomen and chest, raising bright red welts, as he edged his way closer to the gaping hole before him. Faint light from his headlamp showed piles of dust and coal flakes, broken timber and layers of thick,

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.:

Constantine grimaced as he finished investigating the rust brown van. Detective Fisher’s memories painted a vivid picture for him that was intriguing and horrific. There was no question about it in Constantine's mind. Somehow Aza's creation survived, and mutated into a new life form altogether. Worse, the mutation acted as a patient zero for contaminating other beings. He walked away from the van and pursed his lips. “But what happened to the host,” said Constantine as he pondered the scene.

"Afternoon, Harry!", Jones spits, his outstretched smile revealing pityingly repulsive teeth jutting out of his face like a pile of mildly-sculpted rocks stuck into the earth by a toddler. I give a slight nod, bringing my attention back to watering my browning larkspur plant I carefully nestled into the soil at the beginning of summer.

When I woke up from that horrible scare when people told me too look outside. I never did look outside and everything was normal to me, but everybody was very afraid of something. Though I never looked outside my thoughts told me I should of. After I work my butt off, my paycheck was suppose to come the next day. I went to sleep then I woke up and it was still bright outside. When I fully got up I asked people did I sleep to long and people said that I slept for only three hours. After this I went back home and turned on the news and I was blown away from what I saw.

“Yes! After a trek up Mt.Everest for 30 grueling days, I can finally say that after 5 tries, I've made it.” After basking in my glory for about 5 minutes, I reluctantly decided to head back down to summit camp. On my 6th trek everything seemed easy, but little did I know that venturing down this unpredictable mountain, would be nothing compared to my venture going up.

“Hey Yoongi, what are you doing tonight? Want to go out?” pressing send, Y/N watches as the green bubble pops up on the screen, waiting for the ‘delivered’ mark to change to ‘read’. As expected, Yoongi soon sees the text and is typing out his own reply.

Sam Ligon, is a great writer. Not only is he able to create novels, but he has also written plenty of short-shorts. Most authors, they write with the voice they have and say everything they need to within their novels or stories. However, Ligon has something else to say. Novels are a way to dive in deep and really get into a story through a longer period of time. Short-shorts are nearly entirely different. They push you into the story within the first few sentences and just when you think the story couldn’t get any more intense, it ends. Just like that, boom. Sam Ligon, says this, in his own words, basically so we understand not only the difference between them, but the difference an author must do to make a piece they truly think is complete.

This is Richard Cory here I am new to this town. I am thirty-five years old and work long hours to make money so I can live comfortably. I used to live in New York City but it got way too expensive to live there especially since I got laid off from my high paying job on Wall street. I thought the best option for me was to pick up and start over in a new place. My job as a waiter rarely gives me any time off, but when I do have off I like to take a walk around town. I try my hardest to dress up to pare because I am still very new to this town with little friends so I believe appearance is key right now. I may look like I have money from my outfits but please don’t let looks be deceiving these are clothes my mother bought me before

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