Creative Writing: The Chicago Cut Steakhouse

Open for lunch and dinner with amazing sandwiches and full meals, including plenty of seafood and home cooking favorites. For something

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

We frequent the Brandon Bonefish Grill frequently throughout the year for a casual lunch, Sunday brunch or on special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries and enjoy it every single time. It is not your normal night out at a restaurant. It is an experience. From the moment you pull up out front, there is beautiful green tropical plants that make you feel you have left the hustle and bustle of the city, escaping to an exotic location. The hostess opens the big wooden door to greet you and as you walk in, a great tune is softly playing overhead. The bar and tables throughout the restaurant are full of people, laughing, having a good time and it feels like you have walked in to a friend or family member’s house. The entire restaurant smells

Edgewood Restaurant, in Crossville, crafts traditional Southern cuisine and barbecue dishes in its friendly and relaxing, family-operated eatery. With a menu that rotates daily based on what is freshest, it is easy to understand what keeps diners coming back – superb home-style meals made in the southern tradition. Some of Edgewood Restaurant’s specialty entrée plates include the breaded country fried steak slathered in rich gravy, the tantalizing barbecue ribs, the beef and macaroni and the chicken livers, all of which are accompanied by such sensational side items as turnip greens, mashed potatoes, pinto beans, cole slaw, hominy, fried sweet potatoes and macaroni and cheese.

This unique retro diner will catch one’s attention immediately; the decor is attractive and appealing, and is set in the 1960s of America.

A hand crashed through the glass on the side of Caesar's body. The thing was reaching for her. She aimed the gun at the thing and squeezed the trigger. The thing didn't flinch, but grabbed her wrist and took a deep bite. She squeezed the trigger several more times and all the bullets hit the thing. It collapsed to the ground. Eva's heart exploded exploded in her chest. She kicked the door open and looked at the thing on the ground. Was it the Jersey Devil everybody in these parts are talking about. No, the Jersey Devil wasn't real or was it? No, it was just a strange tale that parent's tole their kids to make them stay out of the woods.She gulped in air and kneel down beside the creature. This was no Jersey Devil.

From when I was two years old until I was ten, my parents routinely shuttled my brother and I to the local Sears store every few months to get our pictures taken. My brother and I would sit patiently, smiling, in front of the background my parents chose while the photographer snapped away. After, all the pictures would be analyzed, the best ones selected and picture sizes determined. About an hour after arriving in the mall, my family and I would leave with multiple printed pictures in hand, ready for distribution to relatives or a photo album. Yet, after I turned ten, my mother increasingly opted to take pictures of my brother in I at home with her own camera and printer. This shift from going to Sears to get

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

I am a professional educator, father, husband who loves sports, and is fascinated by weather. I taught social studies in Pemberton, NJ from 2004-2012 and then I took three years off to be a stay at home dad. Since 2015 I have split my time between Timberlane Middle School and Lawrence Middle School. Two of my favorite things to do that are not technology or education related are watching the New York Mets and enjoying the beach. I love New Jersey, but my wife and I dream of living near the beach in a state with a warmer climate.

CHARGE!!!, the crowd went wild as the song was playing in the stadium. As I got closer to the seats it got louder and louder I felt like I was at a monster truck show. Then I got to the seats I turned my head to look at the field and it look a lot more greener than on TV. The home team was practicing on the field ready to beat the Washington Nationals.

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

On Tuesday we took a trip to the Chrysler Museum to view the "Branding the American West" exhibit. In this exhibit it had a wide selection of Art types which we had a guide take us around to view them. While I was there I was surprised to see a more variety of art than I thought I would see. I saw television art that was made by a Korean man, A glass hamburger with fries and a Pepsi; this one was the most interesting to me because I had never seen art like that in my life. Another cool thing is that most of the art here at the exhibit had descriptions by them to let you know what the art means and who the artist were. However, their is one piece of art that I liked the most and that one is the Pima Basket.

You can smell the delicious smoked ribs and brisket from down the road. As you walk up, you can see groups of people sitting and enjoying their meals underneath the long red sign. Once you enter, you are immediately surrounded by checkered tables, deer heads and electric signs that illuminate the walls, ultimately giving off a traditional western feel and family friendly vibe. A young couple visiting from Oklahoma was willing to talk with us as they exited the restaurant. The woman begrudgingly told us, "We initially heard about it because we saw that Rob and Khloe Kardashian had eaten here in an episode of 'Keeping Up with the Kardashians' and wanted to try it out while on our way back home from our trip to Austin." As fellow “KUWTK” viewers, we knew exactly what she was referring

From the people of Mexico’s view on death is to recognize it as a natural part of the human experience, a continuation of birth based on childhood experience of growing up and becoming a contributing member of the community. The indigenous people in Mexico believes that the soul is external and has the gift of traveling back and forth which allows the dead to re-live again. On that day, the soul of the dead will come back and visit the family and community. The people see the day of the dead as a loving ritual full of joy and remembrance. There are four main elements of nature that are represented: wind, flowers symbolizes earth, water, and candles to symbolize fire. This custom is uniquely celebrated within other cultures depending on the

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.