Creative Writing: House On Shield Street

One day there was a babysitter named john and 5 baby’s and their names where john Jr. bob, frank at 12 o'clock the phone RANG and the girl said “hello” but no one said anything and when I looked outside I seen a girl looking at me and John said who are u get off my property and the girl said nothing.

Is it possible for two people who have never interacted with each other throughout their lives to share the same fate? In The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Huck is a young boy who decides to run away from his abusive father, accompanied by an escaped slave who believes that he will be sold and separated from his family. Huck has no choice but to take on an adventurous journey, which allows his relationship with the slave, Jim, to blossom while testing their mental and physical skills. In correlation, in Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, Linda Brent is a respected slave who is “passed down” to an abusive owner and faces harsh treatment. This leaves her no choice but to run away from the pain she endures. Her only wish is to be free

As the plane lands in Atlanta, Georgia two hundred others and I are escorted by Drill Sergeants to the buses. Several hours go by and finally I arrive at Fort Jackson, South Carolina. I glance at my watch, it’s three o’clock in the morning. The Drill Sergeants are screaming “MOVE PRIVATES! WE DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!” I run as fast as I can to formation just to stand at the position of attention for three hours. The morning sun is beating me in the face and the Drill Sergeants are still yelling.

One day, I was drawing something when my older sister comes up to me and tells me that she’s going to a place called “La La Land” (more than a decade before the movie, btw). I was too absorbed in my drawing to really care and shrugged it off. She wanders off and I don’t see her for some time.

As he stared down the dark, winding streets of London it was evident that he was in pain beyond imagination. His eyes were evidently engorged and it could be seen through the purple clouds around his eyes that he was close to losing all control of his senses. Blood was seeping from the deep hole in the upper right corner of his left shoulder, every sluggish step he took forward sent a searing pain through his nerves all the way to the wound, leaving no chance for the blood loss to halt. The cold rain was falling gently onto the gloomy road surrounding him but it bothered him not, the dangerously dark setting in fact paid tribute to his murky charisma. His head hung, long grimy hair falling over his eyes as he looked straight down at the aged

Many may feel like these nightmares are difficult or even impossible to overcome, there are methods in which the memories can be subdued. Hector Garcia, a Psychologist in the Valleys Coastal Bend Veteran Health Care Systems, describes a method that he has found to help people who suffer from PTSD-induced nightmares. The affected veteran listens to his combat experiences over and over until the memories no longer generate anxiety within the person. One of Garcia’s patients, Carlos, chose this method as his solution, and, as Garcia explains it, “he processed his memories so much that his brain no longer needed to return to those experiences in his sleep”(We train soldiers to go to war. Let’s train them to come home, too, 2015). In effect, Carlos’s brain had come to terms with the trauma he had experienced in Vietnam, and was able to stop the endless loop of nightmares.

Nightmares keep coming back. Sudden noises make you jump. You’re staying at home more and more.” If you have experienced severe trauma or a life-threatening event — whether during a time of war or in a noncombat situation —

Hazard pulled him into a tight hug. "Damn, it's been forever since I last saw you," he said.

“All off you wake up! We’re at war, and you rats have the gall to sleep? Wake up!” One of the men would shove me out of the small cot I was on.

education as much as American students do. While it is important for students to question and

Research has shown that, “people who suffer from PTSD often relive the experience trough nightmares and flashbacks,” (“What”). Survivors’ dreams are most often related to a specific traumatic image or situation the individual was put in, that continues to haunt them years later.

It was a bright, sunny morning in the Philippines. I woke to the sound of birds chirping and the quiet chatter of my fellow soldiers who had begun to prepare for the long day ahead of us. I rubbed my groggy eyes, attempting to relieve the constant effects of insomnia and to force myself to get moving. Sleep for a soldier was a highly revered pleasure, but when it came, it didn’t come in abundant amounts and it often left us feeling even more tired than we were before. Nevertheless, I had a country to defend and duties to fulfill. This was one of the many sacrifices of an American soldier – a position which I served with absolute honor and pride.

As I walked into Andy’s house i see a very clean house and that’s when two kids are crawling on the floor with someone chasing them. The girl chasing the kids notices me and comes over and yells, “Mom andy’s friend is here.” “Hi I’m Jazlyn, what’s your name?” Jazlyn asks the girl.

Mr. Boddy is hosting a party tomorrow. Mr. Boddy is a tall man with blonde hair. He is always positive and cares about others. He invited me and several other people to his party. I haven't seen Mr. Boddy in awhile so I am very excited that he invited me. I was his high-school girlfriend, Miss Scarlett. Then, he broke up with me to be with another girl. Her name was Elizabeth Peacock. She is a beautiful woman with brown hair. I can't believe Mr. Boddy would do that. Him and I are still friends to this day but we haven't talked in several years.

“ Congratulations! We are excited to inform you of your acceptance to the Georgia State community. (…)” . Receiving this letter, in May 2016, was one of the most beautiful things I ever dreamed of. It was a new journey that was about to start for me, an Ivorian student. I am the second college student, after my mother in my family. But being accepted at Georgia State University was another level.