Creative Writing: Misguiding Dreams

“You’ll make some friends soon, son,” his father said to him as if he had read his mind. “You’ll start school in a few weeks.” Jason had no response. His father had decided to move because of a job offer in Flora, involving lumber. Jason surveyed the house. It was a standard house with three floors, one of them the attic. “Grab some boxes Jason!” his father called, interrupting Jason’s train of thought.

Now there is the matter of how did the letter get to the house. The story mentions that the door was warped. Mrs. Dover had a hard time getting her key into the lock. Was the door even locked at all? There is

"He was carrying a suitcase with clothing in order to stay and another just like it with almost two thousand letters that she has written him they were arranged by date in bundles tied with colored ribbons, and they were all unopened."

Stanley jumped up and grabbed his frail bag he shoved the file into it, crushing the other contents. He had to brake his dad out. He had spent 4 soliant years, trying to discover the location his father. Everything was here EVERYTHING .

Brother Malcolm turned the doorknob and escaped the deadly outdoors, just in time to escape the cacophonous boom that shook the door almost from its hinges. He hurried into the common room to see the cold embers in the fireplace. Relieving himself of his heavy

Next to the front door, Noah had propped a backpack up against the wall. From it, he fished out car keys, hissing as they crashed against each other. He packed his car halfway down the block tonight so his mother wouldn’t hear it as it scuffled down the driveway, see the headlights as he sped off. He shouldered the backpack, readjusting his balance as the weight shook him back and forth. He sent another glance towards upstairs, to his mother’s bedroom. She would hate him for this. She would destroy him for this.

He walked up to their doorstep, threw his half-used cigarette on the ground, smashed it, and knocked on the door. After a few minutes, his dad opened it. He smiled at Jacob, but he didn't return it. He only walked right on through, seeming a little ticked off.

He’d read it before, but it was still a good, solid read, easy to while the time away with. By now it was just gone half-six in the evening. His plan was to get a quiet table, eat dinner slowly, have a couple of drinks in the bar, read his book the entire time, and hopefully he’d be in a fit state to sleep fitfully for a change. He made sure he had his room key in his pants pocket, checked he had his Blackberry in his other pants pocket, pulled himself back into his suit jacket, then walked out of his room, pausing only to make sure his door had closed

Lennie paced around the room, pounding his fists on any wall he could find. With a sour face, he checked every nook and cranny between the page and the text for something taking on the form of a door. A way to escape.

Her face becomes worried, but looks down at the table to see the envelope, adressed to Gleen. As she pulled out the white folded paper, she noticed a paper clip attached with a photo of her and another man, clipped on the top right. The letter is a letter full off anger, outlining an affair to Glenn,as a warning. Glenn gets up from his seat and moves for the hallway.

On her way home, after classes in history and philosophy, Charlotte went to work at the school library and walked home from campus to her apartment. Once in her building, she checked the mail and noticed a single letter with a bulge in the middle.

Scared, I hid the envelope. He knew that I had it! He can shoot me, but I had to know. I just had to know who was barbaric enough to kill my mother. This envelope could have all the answers, but what if the truth was just to much to bear. It was to late now, all I have to do now is open it. I had no clue what was in it, but now I would finally know. All of the questions that have been racing in my head since the day she left. All of the lonely nights, and the nights filled with tears. I will finally know why, and ll it’ll take is a slide of my finger.

She pondered for a few minutes thinking about what could be contained in this letter. Caroline quickly thought of her husband who was fighting in the war, she suddenly got very scared, she had a feeling that this could be a letter about his passing. She felt the letter it felt rough like a piece of tree bark. Caroline could not bring herself to open the letter fear that this could be awful news. The maid could see the struggle and sadness on her face just like a baby look before it is about to cry. The closes thing she had to a friend was that maid. So the maid sat next to her trying to confuted her but Caroline was getting worried. She kept on feeling the letter hoping for any bad news to instantly change to good with the rub of her fingers. The concerned maid and the even more concerned Caroline just sat there for a while hoping for a sign. Then suddenly there was a knock on the down stairs door one of the other maids in the house open it, allowing someone in the house. They heard this mysterious person come up the stairs. They could tell it was

Meanwhile, as I am staring at the envelope in my small callused hands, I decide to break the seal(HANDS). Inside the envelope, was a letter, and it was addressed to me. Next I realize that Mr.Wayne has left a letter for me. Subsequently, I began to read into the

"You'll never see an object in dream that you haven't seen in your daily life"