Creative writing

Aileana never failed to surprise and please me. Her gift was perfect. I’m looking at an amazing pendant necklace made in gold with a sturdy gold chain. The flat round disc is of a long-haired woman sitting on a surfboard floating near rocks in the surf with a seal in the water close to the surfboard. The woman and the seal were looking at each other. The image was done in relief. I absolutely loved this pendant; I would wear it always and have a part of Aileana close to mah heart. I could

Silence, you hear nothing up on this beautiful hill The vibrant flowers dance in the wind with skill, Then a grunt, then two Suddenly the air is filled with a cadence of hideous noises, but, who? The Wargal’s are coming You are a soldier, you sit atop an earthen mound, Protective spikes arranged all around You sharpen your gleaming sword Those who have not heard the grunts sit, bored The Wargal’s are coming You envy those hard of hearing A scout, locating the enemy looks around the bend, slowly

“I’m Alpha, Alpha the hawk,” I say to myself in a mirror. I fell a tad bit nervous about my first mission but, in the setting of green grass, pristine water, and healthy trees, I think I'll be alright. I plan to meet rhino in the courtyard, but his stomach said otherwise. I found him where I usually do, stuffing himself with fruits and vegetation of all sorts. “You ready buddy” I announced with great confidence, perching on the seat. I make out an “yes” and exclaim “let's go!” I shoot out the door

I sat down, looking at the falling flakes around me. I didn't know that something so mysterious existed in the world. I exhaled until my lungs started to burn, only to see the fog escape my mouth. In the midst of all this, I hear a slow, whooshing sound. Blammo! Snowball to the face. The impact left a bruise and a extraordinary memory. I was sitting on the cold, white sand. At least those are the words I would use to describe what I saw at the time. Everything that surrounded me, was foreign

Over the course of high school prior to this betrayal, I was never the best at making friends, but I somehow made a handful of the greatest friends I could have asked for, such as Ian. He was a always a clown, never leaving the group without a smile on our faces. Furthermore, he had helped me boost my confidence by showing and teaching me boxing and mixed martial arts; prior to this, I had been bullied several times and during dance practice, and he had seen me get thrown to the ground by another

A hand pushed me under, into the darkness I would know for many days to come. I thrashed and pushed, trying to free myself from the darkness I have come to know. I felt the edge of my darkness near its end. I gave a final push and I emerged from the darkness only to find others like me. They were bigger, better, more beautiful than I in many ways. They told me their stories emerging from the darkness we had all known. Many were the same but some talked of this terrible stench that pushed them to

In a poor village lived a boy whose imagination could touch the sky; he would dream of being one of the greatest soccer players in the world, but his parents would tell him to keep his expectations low since no one ever left the village successful. During the day he would work in the fields, the hot sun stabbing his neck with needles of it’s strong rays and weeds would prickle his fingers making his fingers go tough. His knees would buckle as endless hours would take up his childhood. All he did

The Quarry Alex sat in his car staring at the tailgate of Shayla’s Chevy Luv becoming blurry in seconds of downpour distorting his windshield before the wipers squeaked across. The wipers squeaked as seconds ticked by. He put his old Ford Escort in reverse and backed out of the gravel lot onto the road. Shifting into drive he slowly accelerated heading down out of the hills and towards King’s Valley. He took that quiet highway down to Eugene to hunt for an alibi. Alex had taken Shayla on the

I was walking down the beach when I heard something splashing in the water. I decided to walk into the water and find out what was splashing around. I as I got closer, the sound of splashing started getting quieter and quieter, until it was gone. There wasn't a sound to be heard for miles and no person in sight so I left the water and headed home. When I reached my front door I heard the same noise that was at the beach, so I rushed into my house only to find nothing but silence. I then started

I only understand this now, after having had the luxury of time and safety to ponder the delicacy of the enslaved mind. That morning, all I knew was that I floundered, unable to process the question, much less come up with a suitably decorous reply. But the King preempted me with an impatient huff. "No matter. It's clear enough." He muttered for a moment, and then said aloud, "You're an eroment." A mangling of my mother tongue, but Lord Riedich had used the term as well—it seemed to have become rooted