Creative Writing Essays

The Murray Building was a decrepit relic from the seventies. Ten apartments per floor, five floors up. The disillusioned and the breadliners lived there. It kept them out of harm’s way and off the streets. Plus, the owner of the Murray Building kept the rent low and the lights on. At night, the building looked like a skeleton, its lighted windows like jagged rows of yellowed teeth. During the day, the building resembled a slab of concrete vomited by a skyscraper. It wasn't a pleasant place. The…

Shivering from the chilly autumn wind, I waited by the public bathroom, anticipating our monthly Chicago rendezvous. This month Katy and I agreed to meet at the Lincoln Park Zoo. After several not-so-clandestine glances at the main entrance, I finally spotted her infamous bright orange beanie bobbing its way through the crowd toward me. I waved and caught her eye, and she smiled at my little "freeze" dance. Katy--always the jester--began to grotesquely limp her way to me. At her atrocious…

- She seems like a very sweet lady. - Not when she's trying to 'save your soul'. She's always bringing the church ladies to pray for me - like she thinks I'm possessed! She just wants to help. Gog'Flo hasn't changed and neither has your teacher. - But suddenly you find them both annoying. - So? You told me you felt frustrated and helpless when you were locked up with those girls. That hasn't changed. You'll feel that way until you've processed what happened. But you're not ready yet. So…

I woke with a start to the sound of a loud knock on the door. I rushed downstairs, flinging the door open. “They’re coming.” Robert said, a stern look on his face. I nodded. “Alright then.” I grabbed my rifle. We were ready for these regulars, and if need be, we're willing to die. We lined along the field. A young boy, around 15 perhaps, stood next to me. He trembled as the soldiers marched forward, the slow beating of the drum echoed across the field. They all stopped a distance away. The…

I could smell the foul stench of blood from a mile away on reaching there I found it as disturbing as the one in Mumbai. Her hair was stained and discolored when they found her in the t b, and her lungs were choked with water from when he dumped her body into the bathtub. Her face was bruised, covered with great blotches, and three of her ribs had been broken. Her thighs and abdomen had been bruised and lacerated. Her body lay like ghoulish mannequin, the pancreas and intestines were…

shes getting into her bathtubwhen she heres a noise. bump! bump! she thinks its her husband but then relizes it wasnt time for him to b home.she is frighted for a moment but over looks itt due to the storm.she thinks its a tree branch banging on the window. she slides in letting the warm lavnder water cascade ver her.as, the t.v is on low in the other room she doesnt hear that a serial killer has escaped from prison and is seen around her area.she doesnt har that they should lock the windows and…

Annabeth wasn't dead. She wasn't all that sure she was alive, either. Her body felt heavy, like one of the anchors in the boats her dad used to take her fishing on when she was younger. She felt like she was girl made of a hard metal and she couldn't move. She could feel her surroundings; she could feel the soft padding of the surgical table underneath her, she could feel the rough fabric of the dress she wore. She just couldn't move. She wondered if this is what dying was like. What if you're…

“What was that?” questioned Billy,” It was loud”. “I don’t know, it sounded kind of like a gunshot”, I said quietly. Billy and I were near a old abandoned home, and wondered if they should go see what the nose was. “ Do you think we should see what it was?” asked Billy. “My parents said I shouldn’t go near here, but I guess. Let’s go!” I said. “Ok I’ll go first I guess”, said Billy,” This is really creepy, I don’t know about this”. “It will be fine”, I said. The floor was really creepy and…

DREAM-CATCHER “You look terrible,” she said, handing him another cup of coffee. Edgar looked exhaustedly with blood-shot eyes at the waitress who handed him his piping hot drink. “I feel terrible,” he said, “Haven’t gotten sleep in almost five days already.” “Why? Somethin’ bugging you?” the waitress asked in her old, raspy voice. “Oh, it’s nothing,” Edgar lied. He’d been having nightmares endlessly since the incident. “Come on,” the waitress begged, “You can tell me. I never hear anything…

"This morning, before class," Ryan lied. "Oh yeah?" Grayson asked, "Where you looking at dead bodies?" "Oh-uh, I meant yesterday," Ryan said. Then quickly added, "he's dead? I'm, uh, he's dead?!" Repeating then same thing louder really wasn't helping. Ryan's story clearly wasn't checking out for Grayson or Henri. "You're going to have to come back with us," Grayson said. "Yeah right. You're cats. Like, as if I would come with you," Ryan said then smirked. "Hey!" Grayson yelled, "You…