Creative Essay

“Ray-Ray! Watch where you are going!” yelled Kalia, the popular, obnoxious girl who despised me with every part of her nonexistent soul. I continued walking, slipping my earbuds into my ears in order to hinder the sound of her constant tremors.The yells behind me intensified and I began to run, apart from my lack of physical endurance or stamina.I was the victim of their constant harassment, and my mind could not help wonder why. Was it jealousy? Envy, perhaps? But the question was what was…

You plunge a thin, wooden stirring stick into the black sludge the barista dubbed a “Caramel Espresso,” circling your hand back and forth in a desperate attempt at forcing a few flakes of sugar to dissolve. It’s March, possibly the month you detest most, and you’re sitting outside in the biting Chicago breeze. Notes of grease and cigarette smoke dance on the cold spring air, and you wrinkle your nose with disdain. You despise this city—and this café, too; sappy eighties’ tunes play on repeat,…

I looked around. The music box tune was getting louder now. Curiosity engulfed me, where were we heading? The boat snaked around another corner, and just as before, we had entered into a gold cavern with gold stars. Gemma stared up, spellbound as they fell like a dazzling array of fireflies. The melody soared to a reaching height, more joyous and harmonious than imaginable. Just then, up in the distance, a prodigious, magnificent looking palace was unveiled. Hundreds of dazzling lights dressed…

The Beach Six am, and the sun peaked out from behind the rocks. Eager tourists were flocking in like seagulls. It was the weekend, the time where the coast was blaring with sounds. Enthusiastic kids were all over the place, like race cars flashing down the shore; no one could stop them! Their legs were begging for rest. It was like they had never seen the beach before. The deafening sounds of the visitors made it harder to enjoy the soothing waves. Oh, the waves, the ravishing waves! You…

“What did Ryan do now?” asked Pam, his mother, as she was in a meeting with Mrs. Principal. Mrs. Principal replied, “Well, Ryan is starting to act like his friend Mike, and I don’t believe Mike is the greatest influence on him due to the circumstances.” “What circumstances?” “Oh, haven’t you heard? Mike’s parents are getting divorced, and he isn’t taking it very well,” Mrs. Principal replied. “No, what happened? Why are Becky and John getting a divorce?” Before Mrs. Principal lowered her…

Not much has been going on at camp. Every week a group of people get taken away, and they don’t come back. All the adults say that they are taken to the gates of hell. Brother told me that the people were taken away from Auschwitz and reunited with their families in another place far from here. Mama came here with us, but left us to go to another camp. She told us that we would be reunited in the other place. I believed them with all of my heart. *** “Rosa!” yelled out my brother. “James… when…

On maps, some maps anyway, there is a spot where mapmakers usually write the label Pitgorm. A tavern and trading post stands there under the “g”—in the south of the dale halfway between the Forbidden and Gaulaghast mountains. They’re one building, a large building as these things go in the region, with no name or sign. It doesn’t need one; after all, not much is there. When outsiders say they are going to Pitgorm, that is where they go. The locals call it many things depending on their mood, but…

Ripples Staring at the water which ripples when you make a movement, I walk calmly across the water. The shallow water not covering an inch or so. Looking around the foggy area I hear my name, it’s faded but I can make it out. I see a boat pass me… slowly. Nothing is in the boat. I stagger holding my head, ‘It hurts’ I told myself. “R##” I look to my right, where I had heard the sound. “Re#” I look to my left this time… “Ren” I hear my name clearly and in front of me. I see a misshapen figure,…

Forgotten The wasteland I have washed up upon gives of a foul odor. Oh wait that's me I realize by painfully sliding my head across the small float that has supported me for days. I crawl onto the white hot sands I have washed upon, my kakis torn from the knee down and my shirt revealing more of my chest than it is covering. My extremely malnourished and dehydrated body lays upon the shores of the beach looking up he the seagulls circling above resembling vultures. The broken handcuffs rub on…

An explosion rocked the boat, sending unseen odds-and-ends rolling about the cabin. A girl, wearing her nightgown, clung to a support beam. As the boat steadied—or came as close as it could to steadying—the girl scrambled to gather her things. Flashes of light lit up the night sky, and more explosions mixed with the yells of the crewmen fighting off the opposing ship. The girl had just stuffed some necessities into a carpet bag when she heard loud footsteps making their way toward her cabin.…