Suburban Creative Writing

“Alright get in.” Blaise told us. He drove Camie back to her car so she could drive there with us. We made our way out of the parking lot and close to where Josie was parked, by the soccer field. Josie was making her way out of that parking lot by the time we got there, so we followed her. Blaise kept honking at her and speeding towards her as a joke. There was music blaring throughout the whole car ride until we reached Taco Bell. When we got there, we all got out and went

“Oh I see where we took a wrong turn,” Kelley sighed with relief, “We have to take a right and then go straight all the way to that bridge.” They began walking, all relieved that they found a way out of the sticky situation that they were in. “I see our mom,” Will announced as they walked up towards their mom. Finally they reached Kelley and Will’s mom, “Why do you all look so nervous and sweaty?” Their mom questioned. All four of them laughed, “Just a bit nervous from the rides,” Makayla stuttered with an uneasy look on her face. Kelley and Will’s mom just looked at them and replied with, “Alright well it’s about 3 o’clock now, we have about four to five hours left before we need to leave so when it is 6:30 come and meet me back here and then we can leave.” Kelley nodded in agreement and laughed, “Yes ma'am.” Several hours passed by and it was now time for these four crazy teens to get going, “I’m so glad we found that map,” Kristin stated as her and Will walked out the exit gate. “Me too, I don’t know what we would of done without that map,” he whispered

Over eighteen thousand people, of all ages, gender, shape, and size, had assembled for the sole purpose of listening to one band perform. Almost giddy with anticipation, I turned to look at my friend, ignoring the dizzying drop below, and was ecstatic to see the same level of wonder on her face. Concert had been such a foreign word until now. Lights flared from overhead, coupled with the glow of thousands of flashlights that blinked from the crowd. As the once brightly-lit room suddenly went dim, a deafening wave of screams resounded with enthusiasm. The lead singer crossed the stage trying to build up the already intense fervor that hung palpably in the

The three girls are on their way to the party when out of nowhere Talia slams on the brakes. " Why did you do that," asked Allie. " Didn't you see that," questioned Talia in a terrified voice. " Uh, no," responded Allie. " What did you see," asked Kaylee. " I don't know, but what I do know is that it was tall and looked like a dark figure, it had a black mist surrounding it," replied Talia as she started the car again. Every one was silent until they got to the party. When they get inside they see a bunch of decorations, and surprisingly everyone they knew was there also. Talia still didn't trust the fact that it was on a forbidden road.

It was mid november in the ozarks. A small mountain range located in the heart of the midwest. The trees are beautiful and the day is quite. One of the dead lies about 20 feet in front of me. I don't want to shoot him but he sees me. He starts to walk towards me. Although it doesn't look much like a walk. Its lifeless with no objective it justs walks, endlessly seeking nothing but what drives it to be alive. Human flesh, it's been 3 years now since the outbreak. Nobody knows how it started or where it came from. However it came hard and fast the first year was a nightmare, everyone i knew slowly died off. I've been on my own now for about 6 months. Using the wilderness and the rockiness of the ozarks to help keep me alive. The walker is slowly

The storm erupted minutes after Casey returned to the main highway. Lightning streaked in double succession sideways and downwards in a fantastic show of Mother Nature’s wrath.

Excruciatingly loud noises were coming from every direction, attacking my eardrums as if the sound waves were soldiers in combat. People were pushing and shoving, laughing and crying, acting as if they belonged in an asylum of the deranged. Lights were blinding everyone's eyes but that was the least of their concerns. A loud voice was ringing through the stadium bombarding my ears and the ones of the large sea of people around me. The intense repelling smell of sweat and tears were traveling through the air around me. But my aching feet, sore throat, and watering eyes were the least of my concerns as I, and everyone else were all just trying to reach the same goal. The goal of getting closer to the stage, the music, the artist, the intense

“That idiot wouldn’t know a masked booby if it landed in his lap,” thought Nelson.

This is what happens when you get Liberalism running the cities. All BS talk and no action. Oh yes and take honest American guns away too. Oh and take the high capacity magazines away also. That will work!! RIGHT!! RIGHT!! . Arrest someone that you know did the crime than let them go too come back to court.??? Ya right .I am so tired of listing and seeing this BS anymore. You here it all the time in Cincinnati too. Take guns away? NO! Give people guns to take care of the problem because the cities and government sure can't do it . We need to work smarter no harder she said. BS the just need to work and less talk? Oh I almost forgot TALK IS CHEAP that have plenty of that.

Are you kidding me? The question popped into my head as I watched, unable to do anything about it, as the teenager backed into my car in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Clearly an inexperienced driver, she had put her car in reverse without checking her mirror and smashed into the passenger side of my vehicle as I drove slowly in the aisle. To her credit, she jumped out of her car immediately and asked if I was alright. I was; we had both been driving at such low speed that there was not much risk of personal injury. Still, there was a sickening crunch when her car hit mine and one look at the right side of my Jeep told me I would be driving a rental for a few days while my vehicle was in the body shop. After exchanging information and listening to a tearful father-daughter phone conversation, I made my own phone calls and drove to the next town to a body shop recommended by my insurance company. The car, fortunately, was drivable, but I had to get an estimate and make an appointment for repair. Twenty minutes later, I walked into the body shop. The smell of repair compound and paint immediately took me back to some of the happiest memories of my childhood. Not many people can make that claim! Scent, for me, is a powerful trigger for memory and emotion. Taking in the smells of the body shop, I was immediately six years old again, sitting in the big desk chair in the office of my

Mother May I? Yes you may. Red rover send us over. Afternoons on emerald lawns, in search for 4-leaf clover.

If You Haven’t Heard about Boondocks then you should probably read this. This Essay is about the Time I spent at Boondocks. Boondocks is a gaming center. It's Kind of like an arcade but has way more cool things that you can do and enjoy with your family. Read on if you want to find out more about it.

“why didn’t you turn out like the others” friend asked. The apartment complex on pacific street , it was hard growing up in a street where you're afraid to leave your own house with sunlight or darkness. Where you think you heard a firework but it's the middle of November and start questioning yourself. You come home thinking , did someone dump a bottle of ketchup at our door but then there's cops everywhere and caution tape in the alley way. But this is our last choice, cheapest rent , somewhat okay house. “Our mother wouldn't let us play outside on the street neither in our patio. She wouldn't let us hang out with anyone unless she knew there parents .

I know that you are in need of a 3rd roommate,I received a phone call from someone who would like to move into a Townhome, and share the rent with 2 others, however, she does not know anyone....so, I thought I would send you her contact info.I will leave it to your discretion to contact her,by no means are you obligated.

1) In the vernacular of graffiti writers, what does it mean to “go all city”? Why is it important for writers to “go all city”?