Creative writing

performing and competing in poetry slams and competitions in my hometown community of Augusta and around the state of Georgia. I knew that words were what I wanted to dissect and assemble, and the stage was where I wanted to be. Years later, I chose a Creative Writing concentration at Georgia State University, and the embarking of a distinctive style began. I soon became torn between the voices of spoken word and written poetry. I learned that there is a skill and a beauty to both, and I have been able to

Water Droplet - Creative Writing My journey began with my giant family, floating and swaying down a wide, clear river. The sun shone bright in the sky and it was extremely hot. I felt the myself rising above the other water droplets. I looked around to see billions of my friends and family surrounding me, rising up until the sky was filled with microscopic blobs. The air became thick and foggy until we all passed through a densely woven casing and into a freezing cold cloud car. We travelled at

Monologue- Creative Writing The slow rays of the first morning light begin to peak pleasantly through the gap between the two linen curtains. Although my eyes are severely tiered and the light stings, I can’t help but stare at how beautiful it looks. I begin to stroke the pure white cotton sheets; stroking the crisp creases of it in the palm of my hands. Due to the sun’s beams, my son’s soft blonde hair glistens gently resting on his forehead. The fresh bandages are neatly wrapped just above his

Kyla Young, a fifteen year old student with straight A’s who lived in a suburban area of Riverside. She began her sophomore year of high school two months ago at Crestmont High School. Kyla appears to be a shy girl, but in reality, she is afraid of interacting with people. Asking for a refill of water at a restaurant took all of her courage which is why, if possible, she had other people ask for her. Communicating at school was difficult, but she effortlessly aced all of her classes. Kyla was

“I don’t see how.” “We might as well try. After tonight, we’ll just see what happens.” Meanwhile, Sarah sat at the table with Melody, Steve, and Shelly. “I knew Michael was dating a girl named Allison, but I never thought he’d be dating my ex,” Sarah said. “When Allison confessed to cheating on me, she expected me to put myself in her shoes.” “That’s fucked up,” Steve said. “Why didn’t you tell me about this girl?” Melody asked. “Because, I wanted to forget about her,” Sarah said. “Look on

Creative Writing Prompt #1 Some of the main things most people like to use are our phones, tablets, computers, etc. If I had to choose my favorite of them all, it would be my phone. The reason why is because my phone is something I use daily, when I’m in school, when I’m at home, and when I’m in the car when my family and I are going somewhere. Not having my phone with me makes me feel strange and uncomfortable because I wouldn’t know what to do with my time. One time when I was in middle school

Click-cli-cli- click, the rapid sounds coming from Mark’s keyboard were frantic at best. He was inside his small cubicle, stacked by all of the others in the office building. His hand shakingly reach for his cup of coffee, and brought it to his mouth, cold. He didn’t care, he didn’t have time to get a new one. “Hey,Mark I’m going to need you to get this report done before you can continue on your project, ok” said his boss who only got the position because of family connections. “Uh… Mr. Jones

Akira returned to his bedroom to prepare to leave, he would have to change his outfit into something appropriate and Zeriya would’ve surely provided that. But as he steps into his room and closes the door a hard punch collides with his upper arm. (-- removed HTML --) (-- removed HTML --) “That’s from Ryuji and me!” Yusuke stands to his side, cheeks red and teeth clenched. (-- removed HTML --) (-- removed HTML --) The punch did not hurt, but that didn’t mean Akira wouldn’t try and cause Yusuke

I hadn’t slept in thirty-one hours. In front of me, my laptop screen cast a pallid, taunting glow over my face. On the table, caffeinated-chocolate wrappers and hastily drawn flowcharts lay nestled among a jungle of power cords. Even my loose ‘E’ key was prompting me to give up for the night, jiggling weakly as I typed. I turned to the three other members of my team. “It would be a miracle if we successfully finish this in time.” The words echoed amidst muffled snoring coming from another team nearby

Head hanging she crawled over to me. "In answer to your question, all we did was talk and kiss," I told Vickie. Vickie's head came up and she searched my face for any sign of deception. "I have no reason to lie to you. Even if I laid her down and fucked her right now you couldn't do anything about it," I reminded her. "She wants me to teach her about sex. I explained to her what I would teach her and what I expected in return. Then I told her to discuss it with you and possibly the others living