Creative Writing: How Did They Die?

Nobody liked Major and nobody wanted to be by Major all through 2nd grade to 11th grade, The jocks would bring him into the locker room so all the other jocks would beat him up and lock him into the lockers before the janitors hear the screams of the high-pitched punk, The girls would run away from him calling him a weirdo and creep but now by 12th grade Major had enough of the bull thrown at him . On the first day of school Major set out goals for this year, He was going to become popular and start standing up for himself and for others. Major’s body finally hit puberty in the summer as he grew to 6’2 with a nice muscular body from the workouts and the summer, he stopped wearing braces and now the acne on his face was gone, but he still wore

It was a rainy day in Little Rock, Arkansas. Madison, 13, sat in her room for most of the day. Her mom, Amanda, came in her room and said she’s going to the store and wanted to know if she wants to go. Since it was a boring rainy day she agreed. They got in the van and went on their way. They arrived at walmart , and started to get their groceries. Madison passed by the jewelry and scarves then saw something. It looked fuzzy, so what 13 year old wouldn’t be interested by that? She looked and it was a rabbit’s foot. She didn’t know too much about the superstition, she just knew it was supposed to bring good luck and sort of believed it but only really wanted it because it matched her backpack and it was fuzzy. She told her mom that she wanted

Employers and educators realize the importance of good writing skills but many business employees have writing deficiencies, costing American businesses billions of dollars every year. According to a study conducted by the National Commission on Writing (NCW) in 2004, American businesses may spend close to $3.1 billion yearly on the remediation of employees’ writing deficiencies. Consequently, employers are dissatisfied with employees writing skills and even more disappointed in the skills of new college graduates.

There was once a time, l was proud to call myself an Australian, unfortunately that feeling of pride is slowly dwindling away. There are many reasons why I find myself, becoming dissatisfied with the direction that my country is heading. We can start with the abysmal political system, or how we haven't legalised medical marijuana, or at least ran test on the effectiveness of it, or that we are so politically correct, that we can no longer have a diverse array of opinions within society, If you don't follow the group you're labelled a racist or bigot, there was a time that we claimed that we were a multicultural country, now every time I open any form of social media there is someone talking about , signing a petition

The client presents to the facility appearing to have symptoms of posttraumatic stress disorder including night mares, flash backs, and having a difficulty sleeping at night; she reports many nights that she does not want to go to sleep because the nightmares will wake her up. According to the American Psychiatric Association “posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a psychiatric disorder that can occur in people who have experienced or witnessed a traumatic event such as a natural disaster, a serious accident, a terrorist act, war/combat, rape or other violet personal assault” (American Psychiatric Association, 2018, para.

To the man who left her because her depression was unfair to him, she wrote this one for you.

My experience riding the rails during the Great Depression was quite astonishing. I had a lot of adventures on that train with my best friend Jack Sawyer. We would always sneak out of our house at 9:00 p.m. to go to the train station to catch a train. Me and Jack would always carry a backpack with us to keep all our food, drinks and money in. We would write letters to our parents saying that we are never coming back home and that shouldn’t come looking for us because they will never find where we are.

It was March 21st, 1765 and everything in the colony of South Carolina was as usual. I was walking back from the main store in the middle of town, I had gone to the store for some flour. I got home and helped my mother with dinner. The Seven Years War had ended a few years ago and the colonies are still recovering. The British Crown has put the sugar and currency acts on us but there are no real disruptions here.

Everyone has heard stories of someone with Post Dramatic Stress Trauma (PTSD), or you might know of someone that is being or has been affected by it. The stories you share or listen to can be a little frightening, but you learn to understand the significance of the disorder. If you have ever witnessed someone have flashbacks, it is a true eye opener and shows how hard living with PTSD can be, and how the smallest of things can cause someone to have flashbacks. Living with someone with PTSD is a speed change, you have to constantly be careful of how you choose to do certain tasks, to avoid making loud sudden noises, or have you have to be careful, of how you advance towards someone. PTSD can be very disabling if not handled very carefully. Many

It is stated that once a person experiences a traumatic event, PTSD can develop as a combination of varying symptoms. When diagnosing possible PTSD patients, clinicians use the DSM-IV as a guide in “understanding clusters of symptoms” (Staggs, para. 1). Some of these symptoms include “recurrent and intrusive” recollections of the situation, “including images, thoughts, or perceptions; acting or feeling as if the traumatic event were recurring; intense psychological distress” to symbols representing trauma; and “recurrent distressing dreams of the event”, or nightmares/terrors (DSM-IV, Appendix E). While all

People with PTSD also have to get a treatment called Exposure Therapy. The main goal of this exposure therapy is to lessen the fear of a person's memories of a traumatic event. The idea is used to help people who have to learn not to fear their thoughts and feelings that remind them of their past (“Treatment of PTSD”). A person that talks about their experience repeatedly with their therapist will give them the ability to control the thoughts and feelings about the trauma they have experienced. Being afraid of their memories won’t have any affect on them after they have been through this therapy (DeAngelis). It seems unusual to think about the stressful situations on purpose and this treatment seems like a hard task at first, but eventually

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.

“What a poor young man,” she said, “Someone got that kid bad. They did things like that back home too, just jumping at people in the dark. That boy won’t be waking up for a long time, I think.”

I’m the twin of Roderick Usher, preferably known as Madeline. If you have read the book Fall of the House of Usher, you know me as the quiet one that never speaks, that just walks by anyone without saying a word. You also might know that I have a mental illness of just gazing into space and staring for a while. It’s almost like going into a coma or a spell, and not coming out of it for hours. This is because when my parents died, their spirits came back and killed the my brother, so now he is a spirit and he can control me in any way.

It was a weird feeling, really, to no longer feel your own heart - knowing that you are no longer part of the living. She could remember that there were times in her past when she could not fall asleep because she thought she could not feel or hear her heart. Those had been scary times thinking and not knowing if you were dying or if it was normal. She had never had anyone to confide in these thoughts before, nor did she expect that it would miraculously change now. No matter, she reasoned, now she could probably never die, if that was even the right word, in her sleep - or at least not from a heart failure. And from this, she felt a little bit comforted.