Creative Writing Essays

Taking a deep breath of the salty breeze made me realize how sleepy, I am, and how this beach has a strange aroma that reminds me of a powerful sleeping drug. The sounds of crashing waves are slowly diminishing, and I feel exhausted to the bones. As the light starts fading my eyes feel heavy and ponderous. When I awaken my eyes wander to the moon, which took dominance of the sky, and night has befallen. I check my phone and gasp in shock. My fingers dance swiftly on the keyboard of my phone as…

One day there were four boys Aidan, Adam, Zach, and Ben sitting around a fire on October 30, 1988 wondering what they were going to do for Halloween tomorrow. Ben exclaimed that he was going to get a Police Officer suit and was going to go around acting like a Officer. “Why don’t you just dress in your regular clothes, that’s scary enough,” Zach said while giggling. Zach was the jokester of the group. “Haha, very funny,” Ben murmured. Usually no one would pick on Ben because was a very tough…

James ran up and down the streets of his neighborhood gathering candy for his Halloween bag. He raced up Main Street, down Smith Street, across Bellaire Avenue and back to his house, eager to tear open some candy. “Be careful, James,” chided his mother in her all-too-sweet voice. “Your braces don’t come off for another six weeks. Don’t eat too many sweets.” She kissed him on the head and left the room smiling almost robot-like. There’s no such thing as too much candy, Mom, thought James as he…

Around 100km east of Seville in Spain lies a residential community of 2,700 individuals called Marinaleda. It's one of numerous farming based towns and towns in the area of Seville, encompassed by endless supply of level, horticultural fields. What makes Marinaleda diverse, undoubtedly from anyplace else in Spain and potentially Europe as well, is that for as far back as thirty years it has been a focal point of proceeding with work battle and a place where a living, creating and real type of…

The sounds of birds could be heard out here in the African savannah. Dembe had always woken up to this sound and not until recently he had also been woken up by his son, Caden. Caden, like most children, was very energetic and had made a habit of jumping on his father’s bed in order to wake him. So the day began, birds were chirping when all of a sudden everything ceased and here came Caden. He slid along the new, shiny timber floor and braced himself for impact as he rammed into the bedroom…

My lungs were ignited, heart stammering, every muscle threatened to cramp. If I had even stopped running, I would’ve met my demise. Everywhere around me were kids bolting towards the same place I was headed to, safety. Sirens were banging on my eardrums and I forced myself to run faster. I needed to get to the door before it closed. The cell doors started rattling, knew they were closing. If I didn’t make it their in time, then I would be history. An unknown hand grabbed my arm and pulled me…

Angel's blood runs through my veins, but demon's blood infuses it. It has been years upon years of experimenting on myself to try and unleash the true power possessed by both demon and angel. My passion has been thought to be lost since, but I truly know I haven't changed. Those against me are merely afraid of my immense power. The Morgenstern name would be remembered for generations to come. I infused demon blood into my first son with the intent of unleashing power, giving him a dark aura that…

I tapped my pencil against the wooden desk, anxiously staring down the clock. The end of the day could not come quick enough. All I wanted was for it to be 8:00 PM. Fast forward to around six hours later, I was in a large crowd of people, all of whom were way too close for comfort, and my neck was dotted with sweat. There were at least 200 people in the small area that is referred to as the ‘pit’. The pit was congested and it was impossible to stand in there without being touched by someone else…

Every couple years, my friends and I go to experience the bone chilling event that is Fright Farm. It is comprised of the Haunted Mansion, The Terror Maze, and the Paranoia. Fright Farm is known statewide for being terrifying and a fun event for thrill seekers. Every year we dare to go it gets more horrifying and harrowing as the owners ramp up the scare factor. First, we entered the Haunted Mansion, a Victorian style house that loomed above us, leaning in as to devour us. Our footsteps…

A couple of us gathered around the calendar in disbelief, as if to check and see if today was really the 13th. Of course this was only a guess for no one in our silo had ever seen the sun. The dreaded date had finally arrived, just as the soothsayers had predicted. Our nonperishable food supply had finally diminished. Now everyone was faced with the same grim ultimatum. Either slowly starve to death in our subterranean home, or venture beyond the blast doors into the wasteland. Almost…