Subway Creative Writing

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

In the next ten years, these thirteen American colonies can be transformed, independent from the powerful British Empire, and well on their way to becoming a successful country. Britain almost had complete control over American, therefore, many Americans have already joined the fight against them. I have made the decision to re-enlist in the Continental Army because there is too much sickness, so I am needed in the army, also, I am tired of the British control, and many soldiers leave the army when it gets hard, but I am committed to the fight.

we became super close. I never really thought or had an idea of us even talking after that day at the fair but you know, everything happens for a reason. By that I mean, well, what do I mean? Okay, yeah. I like Teddy. I like him a lot but he doesn’t know and he can’t. We’re best friends. We get along so well. We have so much in common and when im around him it’s like this feeling that i’m never going to be bored or sad every again. There’s just one slight problem. By slight I mean serious, serious for me anyway. Teddy is in love with someone. Yes, I know, he has a girlfriend. Brooklyn Christine. Yup, thats her. Good ole Brooklyn. Nevermind there is no good in Brooklyn. I want to meet her but then i don’t. What if she’s gorgeous. What if she’s

From a distance, all you could here was the subtle noise of people screaming. The wind was blowing slightly and there was a light sprinkle in the air, but the weather wasn’t stopping these people. As the hollering slowly quiets down, a group of five or six friends walk out of the arena laughing and talking amongst each other, having the time of their lives at their favorite singers concert.

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

“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.

The air was cold, not a frigid cold, but rather a chilly fall evening. The sun was setting and the sky was an Erie dark blue. Nick turned on the radio and the guys were ready to kick off the weekend. Their plans were dim, but they night was young and hopes were high. Johnny leaned over to open the window and a heavy breeze flew into the car. The window was quickly rolled up and the realization that summer was over was clear. Driving down University drive Nick and Johnny indecisively argues about what to eat. Every fast food joint had been hit about 4 times by this time in the year. The two decided on chipotle and began their scheme to acquire booze. See Nick had his brothers fake ID, so all it took was some confidence and the two of them

The drive home was difficult; his vision swam and his muscles felt stiff and achy. Too bright city lights glared at him, pierced his eyes. His head throbbed, beat, beat, beat, in rhythm with his racing heart. Nausea rocked in his stomach and every noise seemed amplified. Why were these damn people driving so slowly? He needed to get home; he was already late as it was, and his father wouldn't be pleased. Leaving the glowing city behind him, Aiden found slight relief in the peaceful country roads and sharp peppermint smelling pines that surrounded his home, if you could call it that.

I tried to get up, but my leg had been injured. I screamed so loudly, I thought they could hear me from miles across the battlefield. I was suddenly confused; I was caged between four plain, bare grey walls made of concrete. There, in front of me, were thick, steel grey bars that meant I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t tell what time it was because my watch was busted. I looked at the clock on the wall. My vision blurred; however, I had noticed the writing on the wall. It was in an unfamiliar language. I think it was English, but I wasn’t sure. From a distance, I heard a British soldier coming closer and closer. He yelled at me, but the only words I could understand were “Get out!” I followed silently, until I was outside. I soon realized I was in a British work

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!  The slimy, pink puke squirted all over the house and started flooding the house. It was still squirting and it never stopped!

The weather was pleasant, with cloudless blue skies and the air heavy with birdsong along their route. Accompanying those who were being sent to assess the damage at the Salsolan Outpost had been a choice — the same way drinking when thirsty was a choice — and bringing her slave had been just another facet.

I went to Boston where we were told the Boston tea party would take place. I put on my cloaking suite and camped at the ships waiting for him. I awoke with a sound of whooping and howls of men. I sat there waiting for the British to come and kill George. The first wave came. I shot down three and let the Americans handle the rest. I made sure that no one was watching when I shot. It continued on like this for a good three hours. It was a cycle of killing, moving spots and killing again. There had been a time where George was cut but not a series injury. I then knew that I had just saved America. It was here that George was supposed to die, but I saved him and that might mean that the Americans will win the war. Especially if Jack kills that general. I went back to camp and waited. I didn't think I was tired but before I knew it, it was morning. I looked around for Jack but he could not be in sight. Maybe he went to go get us some food. I waited there for a good hour or two until I got worried. I figured that I had to go to the general to find him. It wasn't very hard, he was in a huge castle a little west of Boston. I activated my cloaking device and set off. I saw him, he was being tortured. I only found him by his screams. It seemed like they were branding him. I jumped in and killed the torturer. Jack was week and looked pale. There was cuts all over his

I will apologize now for not being able to write any letters to you for awhile, because for a season, we soldiers must train to fight against the enemy, which in all honesty, will be extremely tough. As you already know, we went to England to train for the war, which we Native Canadians undertook with other British allies from around the world. We have to obey orders from the British Army leaders. If we don’t follow their instructions, we will be executed for treason and disobedience. It is okay though, because I will comply with every command from the higher ranking senior military brass, even if that means uncomfortably fighting in a path of

Logan airport is the last place I wanted to get stuck at. Its too close to home, to him.

I sat in the front seat as the officer drove down Broadway to Santa Maria High school to pick up Roberto. After we picked up Roberto and the rest of our siblings the officer drove us to a train station. A bunch of other cars pulled up with a bunch of other officers and illegal immigrants well that is what Roberto and I thought they were. The officers told all of us to get into a line.