Creative Writing: Levi's Soup

The last week of our time here we all had the opportunity to go down to the soup kitchen for a few hours to help serve the guests. When we arrived, Randy, the co-director of Scott who is the founder, gave us a brief tour of the building and explained to us how the soup kitchen was founded. Randy also shared with us the multiple food donors, such as St.Ritas, the West Ohio Food Bank, and individuals from the community and surrounding areas. Some of the people who come to the Soup Kitchen see it as a sanctuary for spiritual care. After he explained the basic concepts of the organization to us, we divided and each had different tasks. Ali and I served drinks while Angel, Grace, and Gage prepared the food. Jesus served homemade ice cream to the

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

    The food finally came I  chowed down my burritos and rice. everyone was done, we finally left and got in the long, grey minivan with flames on

Arnold shook his head, and Connie found herself in the jalopy’s passenger seat. She turned around and her house was fading into a little speck. All she could remember was that her parents were supposed to be home in a few hours, and just a few minutes ago, just a mile or two back home, just a tick and a tock away, she could feel her chest heaving and her stomach twisting right behind a screen door with her eyes staring right into Arnold Friend’s face. Now, Arnold was sitting right next to her, humming Connie’s favorite

It was now after six in the evening, and he hadn’t stopped all day…had barely stopped all week. In addition to dealing with new work commitments, he’d been fielding calls from his wife’s – soon to be ex-wife’s – lawyer. And his own lawyer. The divorce was going to be settled quickly, at least. He wanted that much, and Alisa was good for that much; she didn’t want it to drag on, either. He knew he should eat and relax…he needed to freshen up, first. He pulled his suit coat off and headed into the bathroom…and just looked at himself in the

You invited me to start my work day to deliciously dine overlooking the Chicago River and with the stunning view of our beautiful skyline? Yes, please! That's like Instagram overload morning for me! Lucky for me, the Chicago Cut Steakhouse held a media Summer Escape Breakfast showcasing some of their delicious morning menu selections and I got to attend.

For a moment Déjà vu swept over Ian, he could not remember much. The alarm sounded so peculiar, the ring went the same pace as a hospital monitor and had the pitch of a scream. Turning off the clock, Ian then threw on a white collared shirt and tucked it in his grey suit pants. Standing in view of a 5 feet mirror he fought with a tie he begrudgingly hated. It had seemed as if he would never get the tie tied correctly. Juliet walked in the room with a tight lipped smile. “Can I help you with that?” she said warmly. “Yes I can’t seem to get the stupid thing right,” Ian retorted. “How is the brain injury treating you?” Juliet humorously announced. “A small price to pay for you to be moving in, extremely worth it” replied Ian gazing into her eyes than caressing her lips once more. “You do know, you don’t need a job working with my father Ian don’t you?” Juliet said looking into Ian’s green eyes. “I don’t want a job, I want his reverence” Ian retorted boldly. “Well, if for some reason it doesn’t work out, it isn’t the end,” she murmured. The alarm clock could be heard from the other room echoing through the halls. “I thought I turned that off,” Ian said, his eyes widely opened. “Is everything ok love?” Juliet curiously asked. “Yeah, just a bit of Déjà vu, honey,” Ian replied kissing her

Anne’s eyes welled up with tears. “I’m sorry, Papa!” she put her head down on the table and began to whimper.

During the day, excitement filled Margaret, knowing Andrew would be home later that evening. She wasn’t accustomed to being alone and was surprised Andrew went to the convention instead of sending Sylvia. After preparing a special dinner, she sat down to watch TV. Waking up later, she wondered why he failed to wake her when he came home. “He was probably tired and went on to bed,” she said, under her breath as she went up the upstairs to their bedroom. Opening the door without seeing him in bed, Margaret rushed downstairs, out to the garage

A shrill cry echoed in the mist as the fight between good and evil expanded and had grown massively. The war between witches and sorcerers was fought in the shadows of history and the fate of mankind rested with the powerful and just Merlin. He taught his secrets to three trusted apprentices, Belshazzar, Avarona, and Horvath. However he should have trusted only two. Avarona and Belshazzar witnessed the savagery of a sorcerer beyond evil, Morgana, Merlin's most deadly enemy. Merlin screamed in disgust “Horvath! You betray me!” “It's nothing personal Merlin. I will no longer be your slave.” As Morgana staunchly walked into the room, she said “Well done Horvath now, where is the spell?” “Right here Morgana.” Horvath replied.

that held me. The more I struggled, the tighter the tendrils gripped her, and soon the pulsing from the crown returned me to my calm state. Soon, I felt myself being lifted up into the air a little, my smooth pussy free to the open air. "The rubbery grip of the tentacles seemed strangely desirable, the crown told me this is how it was supposed to be. A large mound of the goo rubbed against my pussy, causing me to let out a big moan, involuntarily rubbing back against the gel. "The mound of gel suddenly collapsing without a trace, leaving me slightly suspended in the air by the tendrils. I whimpered as I noticed my pussy was soaking wet, though by the residue of the gel or my own enjoyment was impossible to tell; but it was enough for the blue

It had taken some rearranging, but the Payne’s were going to have to share a room, with each of her sisters and their husband bedding in one of the girl’s double beds. Pa grumbled the most when he was sent out to the shed to share the space with his sons, who had been carried there earlier. Alma sensibly pointed out that the senior Paynes couldn’t be expected to sleep in the shed and Ma’s bed had taken over the parlor. Still, he took some persuading to go back out into the pounding rain and race to the barn. Finally, Alma propped her legs on the edge of the bed and slept the night away in the bedside rocker. The day had been long and hard and she was exhausted. She had planned to sit through the night with Ma anyway. But if Ma stirred, she didn’t call enough to wake

“You’re all squirmy. Everything good?” She asks quietly. He nods, and smiles at her over his shoulder before turning back to the front. Mrs. Jackson was glaring at them. Pete stares down at his lap, no longer able to focus on anything but his thoughts. He hated how weak he was. No one had made him feel this vulnerable, not even the summer he spent thinking he was in love with his childhood friend, Mikey. Pete’s eyes dart to the clock above the whiteboard. ‘Only four more minutes left.’ He breathes a mental sigh of relief.

I watch as Caleb stuffs a pickle into his mouth and I can tell by his face he really doesn't like pickles. He takes another huge bite and I'm worried that he's going to throw up all over the place. Then he shoves the rest into his mouth and swallows it and goes back to his group to tag Jordan in. I look at Violet and she has to eat a long candy snake that looks like it came in a seven pound bag. I can hear her trying to eat it and she's gagging so badly. In my head I'm crossing my fingers-hoping she won't throw up everywhere but luckily she didn't. She eats the rest and tags the next person in her line. I would've gag and thrown up if I had to stick that whole thing in my mouth. Bleh. Violet comes back and I can see that her eyes were light

Grete and her parents sat in the truck as they drove on the countryside road. Grete looked out the window as she winds her window down to feel the countryside breeze coming from the east. Grete looked out the window at the river on the landscape, Cows walked across the plains. Grete said,” It’s quiet out here….it’s peaceful.” Mr. Samsa turned around as he said,” I got a job at the farm I start today...will you be fine helping your mother place the furniture in the house?” Grete looked over at her dad as she said,” I’ll be fine.” Mr. Samsa drove on the dirt path towards the house. Mr. Samsa got out the car as everyone followed. Mr. Samsa pulled their luggage out of the truck as Grete and her mother walked onto the porch. Mrs. Samsa opened the door as they walked in. Grete looked around as she was amazed by the curved stairs to the second floor of the house. The wooden floor complimented the house perfectly as they looked at the wooden walls. Mr. Samsa brought the luggage into the house. Grete walked up to a bedroom as she looked around. Mrs. Samsa walked in as she said,” Everything fine?” Grete said,” This room is nice mother, where’s your room.” Mrs. Samsa looked at Grete as she had a smirk on her face. “You’re standing in it,” said Mrs. Samsa. Grete looked at her mother awkwardly as she said,” Well, where’s my room?”