Swept Away Creative Writing

“Wake up,” that’s what I heard after passing out from all the blows to the face. My vision is blurred I’m trying to stay awake but I lost consciousness; all of a sudden I felt a splash of coldness on my face, and I woke up gasping for air. The man with the deep ominous voice said, “Wakey wakey little man” I replied, “where the h*ll is Mako!” when I was fully aware of where I was, that’s when I started to panic.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

The thunder clapped against the sky, sounding like thousands of galloping horses. There was no sign of human life except for the truck and luxury horse trailer that zoomed by. Hard rain hit the trailer, making loud thuds against it's rusted metal. A young teenager with brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes sat in the back seat of the red truck. The girl glanced at the camper/trailer behind them and sighed.

Mother and daughter had to face extreme weather: snow in the mountains, heat, flash floods, and washed out bridges. An encounter with a persistent tramp led Clara to shoot him in the leg. On the way Clara sprained her ankle in Pennsylvania and Helga wrote to their sponsor requesting a few days' extension of time so that Clara could heal. There were times when Helga had to think if it was a right think to take such a risk

“Help! Someone help me!” Surena tried to yell but there was too much smoke around. Then she saw a little figure coming into her mother’s room, it was Bell… “Belle get out of here! Out!” Surena yelled. Belle wouldn’t move, she came over to Surena and started to tug on the rope. Eventually Belle managed to get Surena untied out of the chair. Belle looked pretty sick so she had to get out of that room. Surena grabbed the door handle and, it was extremely hot.

Webberton said, taking her bags and turning to leave. “I just hope she doesn’t frighten easy.”

"I'm fine baby, it was you I was worried about." With his arms on her shoulders, Richard peered into Lexi's eyes, and gritted his teeth at the tears that dripped down his cheeks. What happened to her whilst he'd been fucking around, waiting for darkness to come?" Now wasn't the time to ask, and although a rage, directed at Karl Williams, exacerbated by the memories of his own treatment at the hands of the many many years ago, consumed him, and led to the thought of , despited his questions and fears, of streaming through the closed door, and confronting him and Blair Huntington to demand their freedom. However, common-sense overrode emotions and with Lexi clutching on to his hand, he wiped a tear gently from her cheek, and followed her to the

Change is to become different, and every day, something changes, whether it is the weather, the age of something or someone, or even the government. One must learn that change occurs in everybody's life and in order to grow one must accept change. J.D. Salinger's book named The Catcher in the Rye provides an excellent example of change. The Catcher in the Rye's main character, Holden Caulfield has a difficult time in accepting that life is all about change and discovery. He shows these traits through the idea of adults being phonies, alienation and loneliness, the idea of being the catcher in the rye, and the idea of change by going back to the museum and elementary school.

By Saturday afternoon, the eighty-seven residents of the rural southern town of Wrongberight have suffered through four days of intense intermittent rainstorms. And to add to their misery another storm approaches the town from the northeast. Now, Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived here and has a simple philosophy concerning weather. As long as the almighty man upstairs allows her to draw a breath, she will enjoy life, regardless of the weather. At four o’clock, she lifts her petite frame into her rusty Ford pickup, and gradually eases out of her driveway. The soaring Pines that surround her home sway to the rhythm of the gusting wind as she turns south onto Flat Bottom Road and follows it along the edge the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

It is three years into the war, WWII, and Oscar is turning seven tomorrow. Although the sun is creeping under the horizon, Oscar is still as energetic as a rabbit!Because his parents were getting rations along with Oscars sister Elle, Oscar is staying home alone.

“Y’know, you really didn’t have to go to the trouble. You’ve lived here long enough to know this is normal for the storms here.” The old woman set her ‘coffee’ down before crossing her arms and walking to the backdoor, looking through the small window that met her eye level. As soon as she did, debris came crashing through the window and hit her in the forehead as she fell before staring in surprise.

As Scarlet quickened her pace on the path towards her village, she noticed that the center of the clouds had now appeared dark black like ravens feathers. The rounded outsides were shades of crimson red and bluish grey collided together. This storm was a big one. “The gods must be having an argument” she thought as she now was at a steady run towards home. By chance,(no pun intended) William had stormed out of the room, out of the manor and into Fox Run Forest which coincidentally connects to Deer Land Forest at its eastern most point. He was muttering to himself and kicking the leaves beneath his feet. He seem to be lacking attention to the ominous cloud which seemed to be following him with every step he takes.This was a time when he wished he had a mother, someone we know could talk to. She had “gone to the heavens whilst giving birth to him.” His father was sure to remind him everyday! For some strange reason he felt the guilt that he knew his father purposely dig into his brain since he could remember! His father never showed him much attention as a young child. Now as a young man, he only does when he feels he must scold him “personally” for “his mischievous ways!!” As William was lost in thought, suddenly, a young girl came rolling from a small hill where William was now standing. Hitting the stunned William and knocking him to the ground. Scarlet raises herself up and looks over at the dazed boy and began to laugh. He looked at her angrily, “What in the