Creative Writing

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  • Creative Writing: Port Maitland

    326 Words  | 2 Pages

    Port Maitland… That’s the beach in Nova Scotia where the old wharf is. If you go when the tide is low, there it sits, just behind a bush of tall, yellow-green grass. At first sight, you would think it had no business being there. How had it no rot away? What happens when the tide comes in? But, nevertheless, there it sits… Built from planks of once rich brown cedar, now it’s silvered and faded like the bark of a birch tree. Six by six, planks are lashed together with fraying rope and rusted rivets

  • Creative Writing: Plumbum Lead

    309 Words  | 2 Pages

    Hi, I’m Lead but all my scientist friends call me Pb for short. Since I have been known since ancient times, I have no known discoverer. I got my nickname from my Latin name, Plumbum. I got my real name from the Anglo-Saxon word for metal, “Lead”. However, The Romans called me “plumbum nigrum” meaning “black lead” due to the fact that what they called “white lead” is now my friend Tin. My physical appearance is a metallic blueish gray and I come in a solid state with a density of 11.342 grams per

  • Creative Writing: The Cold War

    389 Words  | 2 Pages

    Blood rushed through my veins accompanied by pure rage. My sister was dead because of these people. They killed her. Before they could drag me away, I quickly reached down and grabbed the biggest piece of glass from the broken mirror. I held it tightly as I whipped my arm around and stabbed the shard into a guard's arm. They instantly let of me and cried out in pain. Another guard bolted towards me and pushed me against the wall. I could feel my feet rise off the ground with the force of the impact

  • Creative Writing: Running Through The Woods

    1354 Words  | 6 Pages

    Sandra was running through the woods after just escaping the bullies at her school.Sandra started to slow down after she stopped hearing them come after her.As she was slowing she was looking behind her just in case she could have been wrong.Right before she could come to a final stop to catch a breath she ran into someone or something.She falls to the ground and picks herself up and looks to see what she hit.When she looked she was speachless for the longest time.Then finally she started to scream

  • Creative Writing: The Three Musketeers

    983 Words  | 4 Pages

    The Three Musketeers I ran across the basketball courts, the cold rain stinging my skin. I smiled as my shivering body was greeted by the warm room and affectionate librarian. “Good Morning, Perpetual!” She referred to my seemingly never-ending smile. “Good Morning!” I replied blithely, plopping my backpack down in the ‘forbidden section.’ This was actually where all the fairytales were, but was so named by three ardent Harry Potter fans who thought it sounded more magical that way. Layla

  • Creative Writing: The Vampire Slayer

    1014 Words  | 5 Pages

    This is never ending... Old Mrs Clayton droned on about something involving the revolution, her words slowly fading away in the background while Xander zoned out. Nothing new on his behalf, in fact he was surprised he'd made it this far in his academics considering most of his time was spent daydreaming rather than actually learning. Though today was different, today his attention wasn't just elsewhere, it was with Buffy. He hadn't heard a single peep from her since that night at Angel's mansion

  • Creative Writing: Empire Island

    1287 Words  | 6 Pages

    When I opened my eyes, I was immediately confused. The first thing I noticed was the dingy wooden planks. Half of them looked like they would fall off any minute. As my gaze traveled I noticed great white sails and at the top of a mast, I saw a black flag with a skull on it. Then I the realization hit me. I was on a boat. But why? As I sat on the same wooden planks I had woken up on, I kept becoming more and more confused. I could not figure out why I, Princess Milena of Yeston, was on this dingy

  • Creative Writing: Is It Worth The Road?

    333 Words  | 2 Pages

    An orange road closed sign stood straight ahead on the way towards Colesburg, Iowa, at the stop sign by the church; however, she continued driving with no sign of hesitation showing on her face. About two miles outside of Luxemburg, we came across black ice as headed up a small hill. Our vehicle slid across the black ice and span out of control. “What is happening?” questioned Haley. “Hold on. It will be okay,” replied Grace still showing no concern or worry. “I’m scared,” Haley screamed.

  • Creative Writing: The Cold War

    705 Words  | 3 Pages

    “Hey James?” Tomas said as he stepped into the hovering helicopter with his rifle close to him. “What is it Tomas?” James spitted. “We are supposed to be silent!” James said. James also stepped in the helicopter and gave the signal to the pilot and they began to ascend into the sky. “Ok men,” said their Sergeant. “I need clean and fast kills for this mission, you need to infiltrate the enemy base and eliminate the Terrorist, and get out of there without being seen.” Tomas and James looked at

  • Creative Writing: Emperor Maximian

    1724 Words  | 7 Pages

    “You should have never been here, my dear. I am afraid you are just some pawn to discredit your grandfather,” he says, looking at the scroll in my hand. “It says it all on the scroll. Proof of your lineage, I nod while looking at the scroll. Lines and names. Some faded, even though I know there is much more to why I am here in this cell in these lines. I hear the click of metal on metal, and the door is unlocked. Emperor Maximian helps me with the door, its weight a bit much for one person to push