Creative Writing: Blood

“It started again.” Berlin’s voice was small and weak. For a second the only sound that could be heard was the creaking of the fire. Berlin looked up at her. He could feel his eyes start to water. Berlin’s cheeks burned. He knew he it was pointless to cry at ten years old. This was the time when he was supposed to be brave, not scared. But he couldn’t help

“That’s great!” said the drunk knight from his supine position on the floor. “Can you teach me? That would be quite the lesson.”

The wind was stronger now, making Dale turn around to avoid its pressing force. He looked up at

head up.” The Senior Master Sergeant ordered. “Bell you lead the way. Wo you bring up the rear.”

It is typical when Pa goes to town, for the 9 year old boy to take care of his Mam and the small farm. With his morning chores finished, he heads for the river to do some fishing. There is no telling when his Pa will get back, it could be several days. It usually is. There isn’t much to eat and he is determined to do this duty well.

“No!” Phillip demanded, but before Russell could confirm the termination of the records from the computer he felt an intense pain spring out from his wrist that then it rocketed throughout his entire body. “Augh!” Russell cried as he felt himself being pulled back from the desk, the agony from searing pain guiding his every move, his control over himself stolen from him.

His blood was on my clothes and on my skin. They had my fingerprints imprinted in the stuff. It was all the evidence they needed. It was all the evidence anyone would need. I didn’t kill him, though. Honest.

Dale’s mind felt five feet ahead of the rest of him and both parts trudged through the viscid and dimly lit expanse. Every clap of his feet ring in his ear and are swallowed up by the velvet walls that encircle and bitterly govern his path. A stone rocks in his stomach. When he drives on, it advances; it jerks him to the floor, spraining his throbbing chest and lungs and dragging his spine inward to meet the naval. When he commands himself to erect and force through the curtain boundary, he’s hammered back and his stomach sent pile-driven upward into his throat.

Prologue “Peripheral Arterial Disease.” I furrowed my eyebrows in question and stared at the Doctor. He took my cue of question and continued. “PAD is a disease where plaque builds up in your arteries that carry blood to your head, organs, and limbs.” My eyes widen and I started tapping my foot as if it would get the nervous energy out of my body.

As she was stating this issue of her son, tears poured down from her eyes and distraught to furthermore talk about it any longer. It can be inferred that she was concerned about the actions of

As Ethan’s focus fell back to Mrs Beauchamp, he could have sworn he saw the ghost of a smirk vanish from her face.

As Burns stepped closer to the rotten door, his every step creaking on his way to the rotten door. The door crumbles in just a touch as Burns continues fearlessly walking forward, gun in hand. The room was so poorly lit it was impossible to see anything other than what you were focusing on. Burns was focusing frantically looking around the room, he needs answers now. His eyes are finally locked on one thing in the room. He found what he was looking for but it wasn’t what he wanted to see. What he found was the bloody body of his once alive friend. He looked on in horror as he moved closer to inspect the wounds. The once fearless sheriff was now shaking in his boots. Burns had just heard the gunshot, the killer has to be near! Burns broke into

Davy, a 13 year old child, adopted son to a same sex couple, was asked to invite his parents to his class, to speak about their professions for career day.

During the middle of the night at the Ernesto familia lab, there was a loud explosion. A teenage girl around the age of thirteen, followed by multiply kids walked out of the smoke. She turned towards the kids and kneeled beside one of them. “Okay, you guys wait here until the police shows up. They should be here in the next few minutes.” She smiled at them before turning and running into the woods. One she was a few feets away, she stopped and took out her phone. “The missions was completed, Boss.” “Excellent job. The money has been transferred into your account. See you in a few days. “Wait, Boss. I quit.” She hanged up the phone before he could say anything and smiled. I’m finally free.

In Civics we studied the 5 principles of Democracy. These consisted of Federalism, Checks and Balances, Rule of Law, Separation of Power, and Popular Sovereignty. I will be talking about three of these and listing examples and giving definitions. These principles are used to keep the country in order with equal powers and rights.