Creative Writing Essays

Companionship. On a journey like this, it’s not important. She knew that Preston would assume the she couldn’t do it alone. She thought to herself, who will I get paired with this time? As she listened to her given instructions, words putting themselves in order in her brain, understanding what needed to be done. She waited and waited. Finally he gave her, her long awaited answer. “Now for your partner.” Preston paused. “Your partner is...Adam.” he stated with serious expression. He couldn’t be…

I sat across from him, not daring to look up. I stared at my fishing pole, dipping it in and out of the water like a fish flopping in and out of the ocean. The vibration on my lips distracted me from the situation at hand. The rain pounded on my fisherman’s hat, like a shower of bullets. I began to hum. A monotonous tune. Soon I caught a glimpse of Tim, he appeared distraught and confused. His eyes darted left, then right, up, then down, and up again. “What is he thinking about?” I thought to…

Looking through your ray ban sunglasses you notice that the breezy beach is endless. Your standing on a wooden plat form engraved below your feet a carved name that writes “John and Erin forever”. Miles and miles of grain sandy beach stretching across as far as your eyes can see. As, you take off your blue sandals; you line them up with the other multicolor sandals. Making sure not to mess up other shoes you tip toe down the old wooden stairs careful not to step on a rusty old nail. Before your…

A huge stag, glowing with the cold, silvery-white light of the night, stands panting and exhausted. He hears something, and quickly bounds away. A minute later, a hunting party, their way lit up by multicolored lanterns and witch lights, comes tearing through the dark Forrest after the stag. They were a wild lot on half wild horses with hounds more than a quarter wolf. The hounds were howling and barking up a storm. The horses hooves were pounding and they neighed and screamed. The hunters and…

Grass under my stomach reminded me of our yard in Lousiana. Cool breezes sending chills up my back, while I`m laying on the trampoline. All I see is clouds of grey, the sky is upset. My friends laying beside me trying yo find images in the darkness of the sky. A field of a corn a few doors down. The smell of my neighbors jumblaya and apple barb pie fills the air. We are having dinner with them tonight. Today the flower`s crest the ground and tomorrrow they will be gone. We have a regular metal…

I stood amongst the crowd of people who had gathered to see what the commotion was; most recoiled in disgust at the sight of him. There lay a woman, whom no one had known well, but who had approached all who roamed the streets. Her face was pale—paler than mine, even—covered with thick layers of makeup that hid the wrinkles of her skin. The police would not expect me; I was masterful in my disguise. I looked like any other man on the street: a well-fitting suit, a tie, finely trimmed hair, and…

The sun, the sand and surf. Not a concern Lochie had to worry about since the school holidays started. Lochie was suddenly woken up by the stench of urine. “PHILLIP!”. Lochie screamed. Phillip woke up startled. “Oh no, not again”. Phillip said with a whiny tone to his voice. “Get changed please,” Lochie said with a tired voice. Phillip got up with a frown, slowly got some clothes and went into the bathroom with pee dripping down his wet PJ’s onto the polished wooden floor. Lochie sighed and…

The blood curling scream escaped from the man sitting in front of me. As his thick green blood coming down from fresh gash on the top of his forehead. He brought his head up for me to see. The Plague’s eyes a dark marsh green. If I was a regular person, he eyes would feel like it was burning in my soul. “I bet you didn’t see this coming now did you?” I spit out. I walk slowly to him, taking out my poisoned blade. The Plague smiled. I knew that he was trying not to look hurt and regain his lost…

Innocent until Persuaded Otherwise My knuckles become whiter and whiter with each piece of vitriol that spills thoughtlessly out of his mouth. Grinding my teeth, I look over his shoulder and stare blankly at the beige wall behind him, while trying to keep the left side of my face from twitching. Pure disgust, embarrassment, nausea—all feelings his ignorant words bring to the surface of my consciousness. I can’t blame him, yet I cannot stand him. I leave, the sight of the padded walls behind his…

Alana One day long ago in a land called Agrabah, there was an 18-year-old girl named Alana and her little monkey friend Abu. Alana is homeless because when she was little her parents were killed so she’s had to fend for herself one way or another. This day started off normal for Alana stealing food for her and Abu, running from the sultan’s guards and sitting up in the abandoned building they call home. At night Alana sits in the window looking at the palace, she sighs and whispers to Abu “…