Waking Up Creative Writing

Light rushes through a gap in the curtain flooding into my eyes. Irritated, I roll over onto my side, covering my face with an old pillow that smelt like cheese puffs. Consequently I’m itchy all over, must of left the door open and let the bed bugs bite. Crawling out of bed right leg, searching for the floor to regain reality and get out of bed. Ordinarily my eyes tried adjusting to the bright

I came into this world already having two older twin sisters and an older brother, all of whom provided me with love and care. Being the youngest in the family, I don’t hold as many responsibilities as my siblings. It was always their responsibility to make sure I was safe, protected, and happy. I was too well protected by my family members that I probably couldn’t function without them, which is the reason to why I lacked one of the most important qualities, bravery, until the winter of eighth grade when I went to Yosemite.

A sensation brushes against my body from slight movements, but nothing I can place as my eyes stay glued shut, almost like it would be painful to see my surroundings.

Today marks the end of an era on the certified master tech blog. I traded in my 2009 Cadillac SRX for an infiniti M37x. This is not something that I wanted to do. In this post I'll explain why I felt I had no choice, but to bail out before things got ugly. At the end I'll talk a little about why I chose the Infiniti over another Cadillac. I'll also share a picture of my new car.

I look out the window above the sink as my mom replies. "Ok, sounds fine, bring a swimsuit, and that light purple sweater for night time, and hiking boots and old sneakers, and LOTS of socks, and-" I listen to her as I search out the window for nothing in particular, until I see a movement in the window of Camden's house on the first floor. I stare at it as my mom drones on, and Camden emerges from behind the curtain and waves creepily.

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.

One car, one wrench, and one roll of duct tape. That's all I needed to get a three and a half ton Yukon out of a “very broke down situation.” Hearing the car start clucking, I started to think “I’m gonna be awhile.” The Boston Mountain loops scenic roads are nice to drive but I guess I didn’t get to be lucky that evening in October. Besides the truck start to stalling out, going around the sharp curves on a hill with momentum was a thought of I’m going to crash. Not only did I have to fear that, but when I got pulled over, that the car kick out gear and go rolling down the hill. I did have some luck that day; having brought a toolbox with me.

At some point, she decides to stop running. It’s been hours or minutes, she doesn’t know and for once she doesn’t care. All she knows is if she doesn’t find refuge soon, she’ll collapse and it’s better to do that someplace that feels secure than in the open.

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

So if you’re riding a strapping 4 or 5-year-old, keep in mind that his skeleton isn’t fully mature yet! He might not grow visibly bigger, but his body is still developing into its adult form and that may continue until he’s past his 6th birthday. So be careful not to yank his neck or slam on his back. Horses whose backs are still fusing are more vulnerable to back injuries and structural damage from riding.

When we got to Roberto's school they locked the car and left me in the car and told me to not move.As soon as I saw them walk in the doors I started to get really scared I could feel my heart beating out of my chest.I was thinking to myself "what is going to happen to mama and papa or even Torito and trampita."I need to get out of here".I was debating to myself "should I try to escape or should I just wait".Then at the corner of my eye I saw the men in green uniform walk closer and closer to the car I froze.

One night I was reading on my bed in my bedroom. The book I was reading was called, “The Fire Ascending”, The previous night I had watched five scary movies, all in a row! Then all of a sudden, the florescent lights in my room went out. I thought my sister, Brooke, had made them go out because she likes to jump upstairs- jumping upstairs makes my light bulbs loose! Five minutes later, they came back on. I looked around my room to see if anything unusual had happened. Right behind me was a word that appeared to be spelled in blood, it said “RUN” Then I thought to myself, that was not my sister!

She was not aware of where she was, or what she was there for. All she knew was her name, and the fact that she'd woken up in a field somewhere in Japan. Searching through the bag that was probably hers, she came upon several things. The one that confused her the most was the strange box filled with several syringes and a note that said "Antidote for the virus. - C" She studied the strange yellow liquid inside them. "Antidote...for what?" She wondered. "...And who is...C?"

he told his parents this story, and they were quite thrilled to see Jacques so excited about learning this. A few days later at dinner, “About 40,000 people were executed.” stated Jaques pa. “40,000 people were executed? What people? Why?” asked Jacquel curiously, as he walked into the kitchen. Jacques pa didn’t know Jacques had been standing there. He told Jacquel, “40,000 people were executed during the Reign of Terror.” Jacquel had no idea what the Reign of Terror was, so he was just about to ask when his pa interrupted, “The Reign of Terror was a time period when Maximilien Robespierre ruled. He was a dictator, which means that only he ruled, and only he made the decisions.” “So others didn't help him in making the decisions?” asked Jacquel.

“Get on the line,” coach says. One mistake, just one mistake and you go to the line. The words go through one ear out the other but then reverse and rattle in my brain. We sprint to it not daring to walk. The yellow line in front of my toes glared at me. My legs clenched together like a clap of a hand. Blood in my brain pumping furiously like a dam falling and all the water just explodes out. My mind racing faster and faster. Waiting for coach’s call “32 seconds” “Go!” and we are off leaving nothing behind us but dust, and a blur.