Creative Writing Essays

Jessica Kane was about the average 17 year old girl. She fell somewhere in the middle of the food chain in the harsh world of high school. She had a decent amount of friends, mainly in her own clique, but she tended to get along with most people in her grade. She was a really nice and sweet girl, but she didn't have a problem speaking her mind. She was a really pretty girl, with looks that would belong to most varsity cheerleaders. She had long light brown hair that ended in the middle of her…

Alex did what he was told and stood in front of the mirror sheepishly. “Your body is perfect for what we’re going to do,” Emily said with a sly smile. “Your body is a little paler than ours but just as thin and athletic, your ass and legs look like they might belong to a supermodel, and your brunette hair is a little longer than ours too,” Jenny elaborated with a few complimentary gropes of Alex’s ass. “And your face is admittedly pretty and unusually feminine for a high school senior. Your…

I looked out over the ocean and all I saw was a brilliant shade of a light sea blue and it took my breath away. I turned to look at Shay and I saw he was watching a little screen to my left. It looked like the topography under the water. “Why don’t we go have some fun?” Shay whispered in my ear and my heart fluttered. Shay and I climbed down from the top and Bender took our place instinctually. “Go change into your bathing suit, babe. Let’s have some fun!” Shay said and started blowing up the…

t would be a lie to say that Gilbert did not struggle with his mental health during the years following his diagnosis. Depression kicked in, prohibiting him from enjoying going to the gym; it became a chore after a few months. He hardly laughed anymore, in fear of collapsing, potentially harming or embarrassing himself in front of his peers. Shortly after his graduation, Gilbert took up smoking: it was his only escape from the anxiety of falling asleep on the street. After one cigarette a day…

The helicopter flew into our forests two days ago, chopping the air like a large dragonfly with gauze wings splayed, plastered in metal and broken. We heard it in the dawn and I wiped the dew wet inside my ears so that I could hear it again, chopping the air through our trees. The men jumped up, and so did he, hush-hushing the fear and surprise. I forgot to breathe. We found it today, sunning itself, its shadow short in the high hours of noon, waiting. By the time I got to it, running, yelling,…

"A week has gone passed since we became the Guardians of the Veil and then my Grandmother dies, this is just too much its all happening to fast." Jacob said. The others sat down beside him. "She wouldn't want you to be sad, she would want you to get thru this and were gonna help you" Ar'Mir said. "Thanks, Its just gonna be so different without her Where am I gonna go, foster care?" Jacob said. Using his abilities over water he moved his hand in a wiping motion to not let tears come out his…

There was a dreadful smell in the air I soon realised it was the smell of smoke. The kind of smoke that get stuck in the back of your lungs and makes it hard to breathe, it made it extremely hard for my little brother Tyler . My family and I were in our house in Redesdale when the horrific fire know as black Saturday came plowing through. Everyone in our area got evacuated but the CFA thought the fire wouldn't come near us but they were wrong it did. In the distance I could see the bright red…

With my arms on my knees and my head on my arms, my dad tapped my arm three times. He whispers with excitement in his voice. “Hey, hey Molly. I saw some movement.” I lift my head up and look to see if there was a deer. “Just wait.” His voice said again. A small doe started to walk in from the left. There were some trees in the way so I didn’t really see it at first. It took some slow long steps toward the bait pile. She put her head down and started eating corn. She lifted her head up to look to…

The female padded quickly across the frost bitten plains, her paws occasionally skidding across small pools of ice. Her black fur clashed harshly with the brown and tan of the surrounding blades of long, springing grass. Slowing her pace, she rounded a nearby bend that led between two collapsed stones with the scent of old prey. Dropping her head, she sniffed about the area. A quick climb here, a twist there and she had managed to follow the trail. Unfortunately, it was old and stale and led…

"Taxidermy Massacre" "No, my dear," she said. "Only you." Billy ran upstairs into his room on the third floor, ready to go to sleep because he was too freaked out to listen to the landlady anymore. He ran up the stairs, and all anyone in the house could hear was , "THUD, THUD, THUD!" Once in his rented room, Billy let out a very high-pitched shriek. He paced around the room, wondering what he could do to get out of this mess. That's when he caught a sight of stuffed Christopher Mulholland…