Creative Writing: Duff's Song Of Hope

Otherwise they would be considered dangerous. However, Alexie refuses to live like that and starts to read at a young age, which eventually gives him the courage to face the outer world and escape the miserable life on the reservation. Alexie’s reading skills not only assisted him, but also assisted other children in the reservations. “They have read my books … They looked at me with bright eyes and arrogant wonder ... The door holds.

The intensely reckless nature of the "November wind" becomes evident as it continues "its violent assault" upon the people between 7th and 8th street. Additionally, the wind "did everything it could to discourage people", including the protagonist, Lutie, as it "wrapped newspaper" around the passerby's feet, and "blew back and back again" until forcing pedestrians to stop their stroll through the street. Yet, it committed the most "Violent assault against" Lutie, as it continued to irk Lutie until it left her with only a modicum sense of courage to continue her search. The wind, by pushing away a sign, serves to demonstrate the sense of dread Lutie feels as she wanders purposely through the street, but leaves her feeling as though "there wasn't any point" in continuing her search for a home. Thus, the embittered wind exposes Lutie's internalized fears of the environment around her; but in contempt of this, Lutie's triumph against the wind, by reading the sign for a room exactly as she desired, establishes the protagonist as someone who, undeterred by hardships, maintains their will and continues to exhibit their

Running into the woods Sarah’s eyes fell on familiar sights. Trees she had climbed as a little girl, old trails her father had made, the old stream she loved to sit by and read poetry. Sweet, delicate memories flowed into her mind like warm, caressing fingers attached from loving angels, as Todd pulled her deeper into the woods. The world outside the community is exciting…but this is my home,” Sarah thought as Todd hurried slowed down to help her step over a fallen log

Sarah Marie Hope and Johnny Small met one day at a small Gas Station outside Denver. Johnny went in for his daily coffee routine (He recently started in Denver) and noticed Sarah was waiting for him to pay for his coffee. Johnny eventually walks up to the cashier and Sarah awkwardly charges Johnny extra for the coffee. “Umm... Mam, I think you priced this wrong,” explains Johnny. Being the clumsy, shy-ish person Sarah is, she tries her best to keep things casual. “Oops! I’m sorry! Hey you look familiar, are you the new kid who recently moved from Iowa?” asked Sarah. “Yea, I was kicked out of the State of Iowa for outrunning the Cops and continuously stealing coffee.” states Johnny. “Sounds reckless!” exclaims Sarah.

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

The bell signalling the end of second period hadn’t sounded, yet. Or maybe it had.maybe she missed it amidst the screams. She wondered if it was all over, perhaps somewhere in a distant corner of the school, students and teachers rejoiced and hugged each other knowing there was nothing left to fear. No matter how quite it was outside fear still rushed through her body, mentally and physically. She knew she couldn’t get up. Fear had paralysed her. She had fled the library and fled her way through the southern hallway when it began. The hall was infused with kinetic horror. An aimless frenzy of kids and adults bound in a reckless pack of mass confusion, like and ant hill being washed away with a hose. No new knew what to do. They just ran. Lisa couldn’t run. The fear had taken ahold of her and would allow her to move any faster than a sloth in a waking

She walks to the centermost oak tree near Mason Hall, she finally has found the perfect shady spot on an 80-degree day. She passes the boy from her Psychology class and gives him a small smile. She’s taking a journey to a jungle she doesn’t normally observe, a place where many humans and animals inhabit. There isn’t a breeze and the air feels drier than usual. The Diag seems unfriendly today, as she sits down she’s nervous of her surroundings. She plants herself on a somewhat clean patch of grass and pulls out her shiny laptop. She is reading “Werner Herzog’s Conquest of the Useless” for her freshman English class. As she dives her way into the reading she starts to think about where she is, what is going on around her, and the journey that she is on. A bushy red squirrel approaches her, she’s confused why it’s coming so close and quickly gets up to escape its presence. “Why in the world is this squirrel so close to me” she thinks to herself. The girl moves from the tree but as she get up she starts to notice specific details she hasn’t before.

It happened so fast, faster than the speed of light. His face was contorted in such a way I didn’t know what my reaction should be. He looked terrified but yet pensive, like he was floating almost gliding through the wind like a bird. He hit the water with a BAM! And he didn’t rise to the surface like he normally had the previous times we jumped from the tree. He came back up so I knew Finny wasn’t dead but, he half thrashed half swam over to the shore and I instantly knew something was wrong. When I was finally able to see what happened to him after he fell, his leg looked as if someone took a hammer to it. Thankfully I wasn’t alone. Since we were in the midst of our Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session initiation meeting I was accompanied

     The movie I decided to watch is called Hope Floats. This is a great movie, and it not only should be about love, but it showed me about life. Do you think you can fix your life and get it back on the right track all on your own? All you have to do is just have to give hope a chance and believe that everything will get better someday. There is always a time in everyone’s life when something horrible happens. Sometimes it something that changes your very course of life in an instant. Then life becomes difficult and it seems all you can do is give up on everything. But it does not have to be like that at all. Your life is not over, you just hit a rough spot along the way, and things are bound to get

She slowly lifted her vision from the ground up towards the view of the forest. As she moved her head from side to side she looked in wonder at her surroundings. All she could see expanding right in front of her eyes was a beautiful crystal clear water hole with waterfalls rushing in from either side. Behind this amazing waterhole towards the right there was yet another exit out of the forest, although this one seemed different … it lead towards her street that she last remembered living on. Annabel seemed very relieved to see this exit but there was something that seemed to stop her walking out into her freedom. The thought of leaving the forest meant she would say goodbye to her parents for good. Annabel couldn’t bear to do this; she couldn’t live with herself if she knew there was something else she could do that might reunite her with her

My name is Kaley Purdom and I write to you hopeful to give you some insight as to who I am as a person. A few things you should know is that I’m very reserved among people and apprehensive when it comes to speaking in class and or making speeches. Although, when around family and friends I liked to be hysterical, outgoing and boisterous. Making people laugh and smile are always enjoyable moments that I get throughout my life.

Her long brown hair tied back in tight bun and brown dirty dress and matching wool jumper that is two sizes too big. She heads down towards the running creek the bank starting to flatten. Dead trees creating hurdles and the thrones pricing her numb feet. The slug becomes deeper as she get closer to the water. Animals in the night scratching and yelling, light hitting her left shoulder… ‘RUN’. The only way out is the creek and he is getting closer the water reaching her lower back sending shivers up her spine. Wading through the water she sees it. The bag and the world has gone dark again silent and serine she scrambles up the other side of the bank pulling the bag with her. A big oak fallen about 15 Meters away she knows by the unsettling silence he’s not far away. Pulling the bag on her damp back she crawls to the hollow tree and lays down behind it. She holds her breath for what feels like fifteen minutes not moving a single tired muscle in her body. After about half an hour more of twilight and damp forest floor she realises he’s given up. Not for good but defiantly for

Her breath shown in the cold moist air of the lake side. She quickened her pace, dashing from one underbrush to the next, twigs and branches scratching at her face as if begging for her to take them away with her from this wretched land, her breathing became increasingly vigorous. Her limbs grew heavy as more and more mud started to cling to her boots as if also wanting to go with her and the distance she had to cover seemed to become more and more. She started to think she couldn’t go on anymore, except for one reason and one reason only. The warm infant wrapped in blankets and cloth started to become heavier and heavier in her arms as she felt her body starting to fail her. But she couldn’t stop she had to get her baby to safety. As the sound of dogs barking and the hooves of horses and the screams of soldiers yelling,” She went this way!” “No this way!” The ever growing thought of are they going to find me, did I do all this just to get

A blue house, red shutters, and a white picket fence with a border collie. Three kids are running around in the front lawn up on a hilltop. That is what the American dream is right? The American dream is truly in the eye of the beholder. One might think that the American dream is an apartment in downtown Los Angeles, but others might want the smell of fresh cut grass in a small suburb. It’s whatever the person who is working for it wants it to be. As we can see in the play, all of the main characters might be striving for an American dream, but none of them are striving for their same American dream.

I think that writing is very important to Hope because she has a lot of thoughts from her life and her days waitressing. Also Hope has moved to many different places. I think she likes to write about the places she's been to so that she doesn't forget about them. Also Hope has always wanted a father. Because of that she keeps a scrapbook for him when he finally comes to her. I don't think I can relate to hope because I have never really moved before so I don't write down things when I go to new places. But when I have to write for school, I usually write down things that I don't actually put in whatever i'm writing, just like Hope writes letters she doesn't