Creative Writing: The Refugee Room

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

By March 1915 the influx of refugees from Belgium was almost at an end and Epworth played host to a social reunion consisting of games, dancing, and songs to bring together all those who had been housed in the Isle. Part of the entertainment featured songs from Mrs. W. Hirst and Mrs. R. Stephenson and a pianoforte solo by Mrs. Breeze. The month saw farmers becoming increasingly rueful; the fine weather created ideal growing conditions but a shortage of men and horse hampered progress. Indeed, there was concern that horses in the Isle were being ‘worked to death in order to make up for the lack of numbers.’ Members of the Belton VTC celebrated the opening of their new rifle range where Mr. G. H. Newborn exhorted them to use it well to learn

I know that it must be hard knowing that I am off to war. I am sorry that I didn't tell you that I was enlisting but I knew that you would be upset and maybe even be able to persuade me not to. I wish it didn't have to be like this, but our country needs me. I was placed in the trenches, there are many other people here. There are many other people here, more dead than alive. Their bodies lay for us to find as we run through no man's land. Yesterday I watch one of my comrades get to the other side, but then tripped and fell into barbed wire. We had to leave him behind. I got through making sure not to follow in his footsteps.

Billy was a hopeless creature with a face filled with such desolation that he brought out the humanity in people as they took pity on him. Whenever they walked past his spot on Sixth Avenue they made sure to drop him a coin or two and say a prayer, while ignoring every other penniless person down the street. Even those more unfortunate than him gave him money, one time, a homeless man approached him,

Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.

Finally spotting the room, she swiped the card and entered, wondering if she was there first, or if he had left already. She was really nervous, a feeling she wasn't that used to experiencing, and that she absolutely hated. She was taking the pitifully low class interior decoration when she felt something cold against her head - it had to be a gun - and someone pushing her in.

With the population of exactly twenty five thousand people, the city of Corpus was never over populated. Neighborhoods were packed with just the right amount of people and there was always just enough to go around. Aiden had only turned two when he lost his older brother, Landon. It was not because he had been in an accident or unfortunately got passed a cancer gene. However, the reason for his death was never revealed to Aiden for he was too young at the time to understand. Ever since, he was an only child to two chemical technicians, Quinn and Brooklyn Stevenson.

It was August 1915, I commanded the 3rd division consisting of 3 brigade; the 7th, 8th and 9th. All ready to attack the western front. On the very north end of our trench, I have my 7th battalion and on the south end I had my 8th and 9th brigade. For the 7th brigade, I would have them enter the NorthEast forest by day, hidden by the shrubbery but still having daylight I am hoping my men can make it halfway through the forest before it hits nightfall. Once nightfall comes my men would use the night to move out into the farm near by and take cover by that fence. Once they have made it to that fence the 7th battalion shall, if they see necessary, to call in an artillery barrage to help them break a hole in the far north end of the Germans trenches

Finger agitatedly on the trigger, Robert rolls his rosary from finger to finger. As the thunderous winds vertically hit the fixed wings of the helicopter the soldier’s unease escalates. Swiftly the aircraft approached the drop zone and the glimpse of the dense Vietnamese jungles became clearer to the soldier. The fear of death increases the flow of adrenaline in the soldier as he rappels down the rope alongside the two veteran comrades. Touching down, the damp earth swallows the soldier’s boots. The aroma of smoke smashes the oxygen in the air, heading from the jungle.

The smell of heated metal in this confined room started to clear my sinuses. As the temperature rose higher and higher, I felt my nose hairs slowly start to shrink and dissipate. As the walls crept closer and closer I realized I was being pushed to my death. The walls were closing on in on me and were forcing me to go in the only direction I didn’t want to. As I felt the heat of the walls start to slowly toast my back, I slid off the ground and into the abyss. As I held myself on the side of the pit for dear life, I find myself fixated on the hell laying below me, unable to avert my eyes. I looked around. Nothing. I looked at the sliding walls. Smooth as ice. There were no windows, no doors. I looked at the ceiling, there was no sky. I looked

eye. A shadowy figure began to slowly approach me. I felt a chill go down my spine. I began

I feel very mad I feel like I’m dead I use to have a best friend until he called me names. Why me I am not smart or athletic why me?

I walked along the edge of the cliff, hoping to see any other sign of life. Suddenly, I stopped. There was no more ice in front of me. The path had suddenly dropped down tens of feet below me.

we became super close. I never really thought or had an idea of us even talking after that day at the fair but you know, everything happens for a reason. By that I mean, well, what do I mean? Okay, yeah. I like Teddy. I like him a lot but he doesn’t know and he can’t. We’re best friends. We get along so well. We have so much in common and when im around him it’s like this feeling that i’m never going to be bored or sad every again. There’s just one slight problem. By slight I mean serious, serious for me anyway. Teddy is in love with someone. Yes, I know, he has a girlfriend. Brooklyn Christine. Yup, thats her. Good ole Brooklyn. Nevermind there is no good in Brooklyn. I want to meet her but then i don’t. What if she’s gorgeous. What if she’s