Creative Writing Essays

The Tyrant I sat there against the great oak tree, that was normally the epicentre of life in our small community,staring off into the distant lands. In the distance wars were being fought. Great uproar has been wrought across all of middle earth. This uproar was the result of goblin conflicts. The goblins have never been seen as a real threat because they tend to be reserved, keeping to their mountains filled with darkness. There has always been no doubt, thought, that the goblins have impure…

There once was a little brown rabbit and his name was Fledge. If you ever saw Fledge hopping in the woods or hanging out in your garden, you would say he was the cutest thing, especially with those ears. Yep, Fledge was special and so was his ears. Compared to other bunnies, his ears were a smidgen bigger than extra-large. Fledge was like many young rabbits. He enjoyed exploring the forest and sitting on rocks listening. With those specially sized ears, he could hear extra well. Fledge was even…

Birdie kicked at a stray rock with all her might, snarling with clenched teeth. It flew across the street, and disappeared into the passing crowd. Birdie sighed and ran a hand through her hair, her stomach folding in on itself. “I want to go home,” she moaned quietly, and Albert nudged her with a grin. “You want to go back to Kansas? Lame, Bernie.” Birdie rolled her eyes at the nickname, but smiled at Albert anyway. They started walking down the street, dragging their shoes across the…

They didn't know this would happen. Nobody did. And now they will pay. As the world came into focus, I realized my phone was not ringing as it was in my dream. It was my alarm clock, honking it’s tune at me, signaling that it was time to get up. I smashed my hand on the snooze button, missed, and instead, I smashed my hand on the corner of my bedside table. “OWWWW!” I yelled jumping out of bed to look at my hand. Thankfully, there was only minor bleeding. As I went to clean up my hand and put…

“I’m apologize for slapping you.” Sabra said. “I realized it was completely uncalled for. I get like that whenever people I care about get hurt. Believe it or not, I care about you too a little, but you have to be smarter about things.” “You weren’t wrong for doing that.” Malessica replied. “No need to apologize. I do need to be smarter, I did something stupid and I almost lost my friend. That’s why I’m going to make sure I fix everything by myself this time.” “How do you plan on fixing this?”…

The Flashing of Lights and Cameras Energy. It flowed through my veins in place of blood; the tingling sensations filling me with a sense of nervousness. After so many years of doing theatre, you would think I would have learned to be calm, but I wasn’t. Far from it, actually. The butterflies in my stomach made me queasy, the waiting made me anxious, and the noises that surrounded me gave me a headache. I wanted the wait to be over; I wanted to get on that stage and just start acting so I could…

“Did you not hear me!” Yuri yelled. “I don’t have family who I can rely on. I hate what they do, but they made me more than what I am.” “No they didn't.” Sabra said. “The way you are right now is because of you. If they really made you, then you’d be a murderer like them.” Yuri remained silent, continuing to walk with Sabra. Moving down a few blocks, they found themselves stopping to catch a breath. Sabra ripped a sleeve of her shirt, using it to put pressure on the bleeding. Finding…

There is something about it. The soft breeze causing goosebumps to appear on my arms, the leaves tickling my legs as I part the branches away from myself. I notice that nearby bees echo the sounds of crickets and I begin to laugh. “What’s so funny?” Mackenzie asks, dodging a branch that came too close to her face. “Nothing,” I say when I realize how stupid it may sound aloud. “We should have worn bug spray,” Mackenzie says, scratching her arms causing red lines to appear where she had just…

Driving the desolate narrow country highway, I am two counties’ away from Dad’s house. The landscape is cast in the inky abyss of the wee hours. I am alone but for my dog. I curse my decision to leave Dallas so late, when the rear of my car thuds and jerks. The steering wheel vibrates in my gripe as I struggling to maintain control of the car until I manage to hobble it slowly to the narrow shoulder. I sit staring ahead into the beams of the only light for miles around me, I ease the hold…

It’s the top of the seventh. We have a pitching substitution. Fernando Rodney replaces Trevor Cahill for the Cubs. Matt Carpenter is up to the plate. It’s called a strike! The Cubs fans here at Wrigley go crazy! He takes ball one. It’s a beautiful night for baseball. Oh, he takes ball two. Oh, a swing and a miss for strike two!! The fans here at Wrigley field are up on their feet cheering and going crazy, pushing Rodney to throw a third strike!! The fifth pitch goes foul. The Cubs fans are…