Creative Writing Essays

My Advanced Project focuses on the analysis of the creative writing process and methodology and what this process involves. Leading a practice-based research in this field I will by the end of the academic year write one feature length movie screenplay, which will be the product and reflection of my research on the creative writing process. The research focuses on examining how and develops a screenwriter writes a screenplay. Throughout the development process of a diary, recording notes on everything

Good Game, Dad A single bead of sweat dripped from the peak of my nose to the floor as I clutched my knees, gasping for air. My glasses had become foggy, making it nearly impossible to see. “Just give me a second… to catch my breath”, I panted with barely enough air in my lungs to get the words out. “Come on, you’re doing just fine!” my father countered. Before I could even respond I heard two loud thumps. I looked up and POW!, the rubber ball struck me in the face. The impact knocked me off my

ELA6_SB_U5_L6_LC Lesson Construction Template Introduction and Objective One of the best parts about reading is the chance to let your imagine run wild for awhile. As the author describes a certain character or setting you are the one who gets to design it all. Based on those descriptions you dream up your own version of the people, places and things that make up a text. Whether it’s a poem, a play, or a story, you are in charge of what you imagine everything to be. Then something happens.

I used to think that sitting in Mrs Ewert’s class doing math problems was the worst kind of torture. I was wrong. The clock struck 12:20 but I didn't move, I just stood there thinking about what might happened to me, what WILL happen to me since I failed my last test in my next class, Mrs Berntson’s. There are rumors that she drains their blood, then hangs them upside down in her closets. Every day she washes her face with the blood of those students. And those were the lucky ones. Mrs Berntson is

Trey pulled aside the white curtain, let a ray of sunlight dropping in his bedroom, a spatial room with gray walls, ornamented with his misty and cloudy sky floor to ceiling painting. He then rummaged his bag and pulled out his canvas and pencil. He spread out the canvas on the floor, holding down the corners with paperweights. Now, what do I want to fill my canvas with? Thought Trey as his pencil scratched the first line. At first, he could see only flashing of shadow in his memory, it’s strange

“Mr. Josten, Mr. Josten!” yelled one of the eighth graders from my current math class in Crescent Middle School. I figured it would be another out of context question, as that was the norm for Andrew. Andrew had always seemed to be the one who tried his hardest, but could not focus on his schoolwork, or anything for that matter. I acknowledged his raised hand to hear, “what would happen if someone figured out how to pass things through time?” I figured since there was a small amount of time left

Personally, I feel like the line that separates media from art is a very tricky and obscure one. It’s relatively easy to differentiate between media and multimedia, however when the term art is brought in, classification becomes difficult. Everyone has varied ideas of what art is and what should be considered art but I believe that art causes the viewer to conjure up some form of human idea, emotion or thought. From my trip to the Moma, I found three pieces of work that I think can be classified

York City. Its intent is for the writer to connect with other graffiti artists. It is for them exclusively and not for anyone else. To know they did something that they can see all over the city. 2) Mayor of New York City, Ed Koch, calls graffiti writing one of the Quality of _Life_ offenses. According to Koch, what is the nature of these offenses? According to Chronopoulos, what policing strategy (or approach to policing) is linked to stopping Quality of _life_ offenses? The nature of these offences

My descriptive writing essay is about the time when went to Lake McConaughy. We have been to this lake two years in a row and my family and I love it. We live about eight hours away from it so we stayed with my grandparent the day before we went to save some time. We are in the car hearing the tires move and jump, it’s just me, my mom, my dad, and my two brothers in the car. I’m listening to my music and I see my mom and dad talking. I also see my older brother falling asleep and my younger brother

skipped a workout? Big deal!" That would sound silly and ridiculous, than I thought to myself "wait 99% of shit out there is serious yet useless for general pop", so here it goes. First of all I beg pardon, since I am not on a rant mode while I'm writing this, thus this read might be not as exciting but I will try to put forward main reasons why this topic is bothering me deeply and probably many of you, and most importantly, how to deal with it. So to begin with it, Id like to tell you a story of