Creative Essay

I slowly walked into Khleo’s office which seemed weird and felt very old fashioned at the same time. Kind of surprised me though because from what I had heard about Khleo he didn’t seem like a well-organized type of person. I guess it’s sad to say that I felt a little nervous walking into gang territory even though I am a police officer but the truth is I’m not immortal I bleed the same way everyone else does. Though at the same time I felt that Khleo and his guys wouldn’t harm me anyway. I was…

The mist from the water was refreshing as the hot sun warmed our backs.The boat came to a hult.We stared into the deep,dark,black water.My parents told us it was about 325 feet deep.We slipped on our wetsuits,flippers,goggles and put on our oxygen tanks trying not to go to fast so one of us doesn’t finish first and overheat. We flipped back into the water with a slash after we put on all of our gear.She gave me a thumbs up and we headed down further and further. After a few minutes we saw a…

Welcome to my collection A sudden gust of wind blows on top of him, sending shivers travelling from the bottom of his spine to the top of his head. Awakening, his eyes slowly open. As his vision slowly starts to unblur, he proceeds to survey his surroundings with his eyes. A pool of blood surrounds the man, the smell of iron mingling with the smell of dust and rotten wood containers filled his nostrils. With the sight of a sandbag and multiple ropes, it became apparent that he was a victim of a…

C handler the Fair, clad in a Mk II Fackelträger suit, was peeking around a hallway from the corner of a wall. He carefully searched for any patrolling sentries in the vicinity. Inside a section of sewer tunnels underneath a street in Oakland, California, things can be very unpleasant, regardless if he and his Kameraden were detected by either enemy sentries or even the unsuspecting sewer maintenance worker on the occasional night shift. When it seemed that everything seemed safe for both…

It was a dark and gloomy day, dark grey clouds filled the air. It was June 14th, 1944. Julia was in a nasty old cattle car with her baby sister, grandmother and probably 500 to 600 Jews. It was so disgusting and cramped. It reeked of smells unimaginable. The Germans were taking them somewhere and everyone was scared. Little did she know she was traveling to a jewish concentration and extermination camp called Auschwitz. Once they arrived the passengers were lined up and a German Nazi general…

The rain tumbled onto the ground followed by the howls of the wind. In the distance, the leaves flew from trees and branches snapped as the storm covered more of the vast land. My boots appeared to be soaken wet and the trail became more and more opaque. I stood there in the distant woods afraid and alone. My eyes closed and I remembered why I was running. It was not away from my problems, or my fears. Although, it may appear it was; it was away from everything that ever hurt me. Thunder shot…

My face was burning, yet my fingers were icy cold. My palms were clammy and my heart was pounding full of adrenaline. I thought it was going to jump straight out of my chest. Thump, thump, thump. I ran so fast without looking back. I fumbled upon a vintage-looking bench and plopped straight upon it before I fell to the ground. I sat for a moment fighting for breath and wiped my face upon my shirt. I could feel the sweat burning my eyes as droplets sat up top of my eyebrow. A few minutes slowly…

All around me is water, trees, and lily pads. Oh, and did I mention lily pads, there were more lilypads here than there are people at this lake. It was a hot day, suns out, no clouds, and then I asked if we could move spots. I thought there were no fish in that spot. There we are, my uncle and I on an old 16 foot Lund aluminum boat. It was our second to last day on our fishing trip and there was supposed to be a storm the next day. We knew this was going to probably be our last chance to…

He opened his eyes. Everything was blurry and painfully bright. Once his eyes had adjusted to the blinding sunlight, he stood up and scanned his surroundings. What in the world? The landscape was a vast field of death. The sickening stench of blood and exposed organs announced the presence of the unburied dead. Corpses, arrows, shields, and weapons littered the ground as far as the eye could see. Ravens circled above and fallen war flags fluttered below. Where am I? Taking care not to step…

He liked the little plan he had, Isaac slowly walked away from his house, moving towards the beach. He wanted to be completely quiet, not alerting anyone in the area. He looked back at his small turquoise house, before continuing on. Isaac looked at the houses in the neighborhood seeing, differences in the structures and the colors. It felt like each house had their own personality. Isaac liked that it was easy to tell the houses apart, while the houses in Vircorden town had very little…