Creative Writing: Finding Similarities

I was on my way to pick up a pizza I just ordered, and I was driving my roommate car. It was a black 2007 Cadillac CTS. So as I’m driving down the street I notice that they are a lot of police cars and I’m telling a friend of mine that was riding with me something isn’t right. I get to the last block on the street and I spotted another cop car and he flashes his lights and gets right behind me. Right before I know it about 10 plus police cars pull up flashing bright lights and blocking the entire street off. My teammate that was riding with we was so scared I had to calm him down. They had us sitting in the car for about 20 minutes and also have red beams all over the car, so now I’m getting a little nervous then finally they speak and give me all these direction to get out the car and when I finally turned around it was so many guns in face. I instantly get mad and filled with anger. They told me turn around and walk backwards then someone cuffed me and put me in the car. They did the same to my teammate. The cops were so scared it freaked me out. Then they rushed the car with their guns pointed at each angle of it thinking whoever they were looking for was in there. Once they realized we were good they asked us questions and let us know that they were looking for two black males in a black Cadillac. The two guys they were looking for had shot somebody. What’s crazy is, none of

Juan Orellana JR Ms.Kurachi Period 2 4/30/16 Style Imitation of Mice and Men Imitation: Sam’s wife laughed at Frank “You’re crazy,” she claimed. “But you’re kinda kind fella aren’t you?, Jus’ like a big baby. When I’m walking my dog, sometimes I jus’ set an’ stroke it ‘cause she’s so soft and kinda.” She ran her fingers through the top of her dog’s head.

I saw what I thought was a Vietnamese family, and we were being attacked by mortars. I grabbed that family and yelled at them to take cover. I tried to push them into the house. Unfortunately they were not Vietnamese villagers, and turned out to be people that lived close to downtown Denver. I was later arrested thinking that the police were the Vietcong. I kicked out the rear window of the police car to escape.”

A sudden winter breeze blew at my neck, I turned my head around and screamed at the back trunk, “Oh my god, where are all the suitcases!?” My parents jumped out of the car and everyone else squeezed in the back seat. I could never believe that people actually commit a crime at a worship place. The scene took place at the Vietnamese Buddhist Center in Sugar Land, Texas. It was our first stop of the visit. The car windows were shattered, leaving broken, sharp crystals all over the places. My parents called 911 and moved all the kids inside the temple. The adults were upset while the kids cried for their lost valuables. My family had nothing left except the clothes on us. After waiting for the police report, my father had to drive to the car rental

When I was a kid, about 5 to 8 years old, my hands would always get cold whenever the surrounding air is chilly. My dad would always tell me to rub them together, like you would in order to make fire. And so I did it. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed. My fingers grind against each other from the tips of my little fingers to the base of my palm, but none of this worked. My hands still are cold, stone cold. Then my dad said after watching me rub for a whole 3

In 2012 my sister (Savneet) and I were sitting in a Greek restaurant near Surrey Central and we were a witness to a shooting and someone was murdered. The police questioned us about what we saw and I could not even remember anything. All I knew was that there was a group of males that were in the restaurant and soon as they walked out shots were fired. The police asked me if I could describe anyone and I honestly could not think of anything. I was in shock, I was young and all I was thinking was that could have been me. After reading the Cotton case and doing the assigned readings I think I did the right thing. I was not confident in who I saw and I was not willing to give false information that I was not 100% certain with. I learned from

The next thing I know, I’m going in a cell in the police station . Being confused why I was there, I asked why, and the response I got was “you're going to court in half hour”. IN half in hour,I was in trial for stealing money and counterfeiting. By the end of the trial I was sentenced to 20 years of Juvy.

Realizing that there were no other logical options I was forced to give up the money in my wallet, before they ran away to avoid detection. Following the incident, I had to file a report and eventually appear in court to testify against one of the assailants. Understanding that if no action was taken in preventing these men from going back on the streets, then another unlucky individual may be caught in the same situation as me, but in their instance they may not be as lucky as in my situation. Despite initial trepidations about appearing in court, I fulfilled my duty by delivering an effective testimony. This experience taught me to always remain calm and collected in the face of adversity even in situations that we may not be comfortable with, as it can be for the greater

I woke up to a police officer tapping on my window. I opened my eyes gladly actually to see a cop. I rolled down the window and before he was able to talk I told him everything about who I was, what happened, my mom, my foster home, I showed him the pictures the maps everything, I even told him that legally I wasn't able to drive. His first word he said to me was “Wow.” Literally I was about to explode at him I just told him my whole life and he said “Wow.” Before I could tear him apart he said “I can help you get home, why don't you get in my car.” Without even saying a word I stepped out of the car took the blanket and re shoved everything in it. I threw it in the backseat of the cop car and then sat down in the passenger seat slammed the

“Congrats, you are pregnant with twin girls!” the excited medical tech yelled, with her smile warming up the room. Can you imagine the mixed feelings that came over my parents as they went in to find the sex of their one child, to only find out there were two. From that moment on, inside my mother’s womb, I knew I would have to fight hard to be an individual. All my life, everyone always questioned, “Which one are you again?” or “There’s two of you, that’s so cool”. It seemed like a slow carousel that keeps going around and around and never stops. We were both intelligent and always did everything together but that didn’t mean we were the same. When you have a twin, everyone thinks you guys are one person and for the last 17 years, I still

As I went down stairs I noticed I had been robbed of all my money valuables. Such as my tv, keys to my car, my antiques that my grandparents had passed down to me and all sorts of things. The house was wrecked with chairs tipped over to drawers opened with letters and mail all over the ground. I was too scared to tell anyone about it because the gangs in the area are notorious of killing anyone that brings police into a crime case. So I had to keep it to myself until further notice, people in Englewood neighborhood are know for not keeping their mouths shut about anything.

Out of nowhere my brothers friend and himself who were seniors decided they wanted to walk almost three miles to the shoppette just to get drinks which was outrageous at first; deciding it would be kind of fun. This wasn’t my first time sneaking out, but we were really quiet and had to prepare for going out. The time took place near the end of November where there was almost eight inches of snow on the ground, yet I was wearing only pants and a jacket no beanie or gloves. We had to stay away and hide from vehicles that were coming from either way for the snow was blurring our vision and we had to stay away from cops.

After this my friend and I started our bike ride back to his house. We arrived and it was probably around seven o’clock at night. I was pretty tired and did not feel much like riding all the way home. My friend and I came up with the plan that I could just camp out across the street from his house and take the bus with him to school the next morning and then go home on my normal bus at the conclusion of school. We said our goodnights I made my way across the street behind some rocks and settled in for the night, there was a bar next door that had a volleyball game going on so I watched that till it was over and tried to go to sleep. I was not able to go to sleep because of how cold it became outside. I tried to make a blanket with the grass over my exposed parts of my legs but still continued to shiver. I am not sure what time it was when the police showed up at my friend’s house looking for me. The police talked to my friend and his parents and were pointed my location across the street. The police found me put my bike in the trunk of their car and drove me back

” My mom depressingly reached for the purse on the floor of the passenger seat opposite her. The purse was filled with freshly cashed hundreds to pay for the rent and other expenses. My mom knowing this reached for her purse on the floor very, very slowly (as they had instructed). Then, she handed it to him through the halfway opened window. He had an accomplice with him (the getaway driver) who came out from the front seat of their SUV to take the purse. He quickly stashed it into the backseat. Finally, he rushed back to the person holding the gun, and they were muttering something to one another. My mom later told me that they were debating whether or not to kill us. My mom smashed down the gas pedal, the car not even in reverse, blood pumping, adrenaline racing. However, miraculously, the car somehow reversed out of the driveway. Directly after this event my mom and I fled back to church. I later had a phobia of being in solitude and always wanted to be around my mom. The way my mom drove out of that scene was so brave, and if that ever happened again I wanted to be around

It is my belief that through this class and the tools provided, that my growth as a writer has grown through leaps and bounds I would never have assumed possible. It is not so much the skill I refer to, although I would think skill has gone up in some levels as well, but more so the appreciation for the craft of writing itself. Intially, at the start of this class my sole goal was to further my understanding and appreciation of the writer's and books that I so love to read. Through further evaluation within the first week, a few other goals came to mind, of which were, making writing a habit, finishing what I start, stop second guess my writing skills and making effective use of detail and description. Through the use of the many articles, various reading materials, whether poems or short stories, and especially through the workshop, I feel I was able to really push myself to accomplishing these goals. I have thus far learned how important it is not to be skilled at writing per say, but to have the will to write, that poetry is as much about it's sound as it is about it's subject, just how important character development is, how the narration and point of view of a story is essential to the way the story is told, and just how much of a difference peer's critiques can make to your writing.