Creative Writing: The Red Polo

“Yes I am dad.” Kevin screaming at the top of his lungs,” Mr.Cromwell needs to go!” While Howie and Kevin argued ,Cromwell was over there eating Kevin’s breakfast, waffles. It was too late, Howie and Kevin turned around ,the waffles were gone.Kevin and Howie went straight over to doggy daycare. Cromwell had stayed 1 hour knowing he wanted to leave.

I, half-dead with thirst, came upon a silver Pitcher which had once been full of water; but when I put my beak into the mouth of the silver Pitcher I found that only very little water was left in it, and that I could not reach far enough down to get at it. I tried, and I tried, but at last had to give up in despair. Then a thought came to him, and I took a pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped it into the silver Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into the Pitcher. Then I took another pebble and dropped that into

A dark and smoky gray night fell over the green grass. An old lamp at the end of an overused power cord of a wooden pole was swinging in the wind. It lit up the surroundings of the construction and printed my moving shadow on the wall behind me. In the half-light of dusk, I walked out of the ruins that minimally protected me from the wrath of the RPF and showed my face to a fire-breathing dragon. I walked into a thick and wet mist that linked up with the wind to whisper ghostly oohs in my ears. I was scared and my legs trembled. Under the dim light, I could not see anything. The smoking of the war clouded the roof of the region and the cold breeze spread an odor of blood and brought the moans of dying people. The dense haze covering my vision

Addison acknowledged the spoken truth with a simple nod. “Fair enough, you did. I suppose we know what’s for supper tomorrow.”

A single lamp attached to the ceiling produced a dim yellow light that battled its way through the clouds of dust, struggling to illuminate the workshop below. The hectic Manhattan traffic was worlds away; the muffled noise of car horns just audible in the distance. A layer of mottled brown grime coated the walls from years of neglect. Even spiders had abandoned the space, crawling away to leave their webs to collect dust. The lingering odour of petrol hung in the air. The floor was merely a slab of grease-slicked concrete. In the middle of the workshop was a shiny crimson Mercedes, perched uncomfortably as if to avoid any specks of dirt on its wheels. A pair of worn leather workbooks were just visible underneath the car.

Right now I’m in these trenches writing a heart-filled letter for y’all. But these unbearable conditions have been unsettling to me. Everytime I want to get away from the gruesome war, I think about you. The shots of the machine guns, getting exposed to mustard gas, and having to see my fellow soldiers having to deal with trench foot, all makes me feel hopeless of me staying alive. All day and night, we had to be on the lookout. Planes from the sky makes us vulnerable for air attacks. All aside from all of those problems, the one main goal is to one day find my horse Joey. Maybe both of us will somehow meet me once again during or after the war. I’m very sorry to you guys if I don’t make it home alive, but I’m going to make a big promise, never in a day or night, will I forget about you guys.

Mother May I? Yes you may. Red rover send us over. Afternoons on emerald lawns, in search for 4-leaf clover.

We then hopped back on our bikes and took the short ride over to Maybelle’s Diner which overlooked the village square. Once inside, a pretty waitress not much older than me walked up to us in her pink and white striped uniform, straight out of the 1950’s. She handed us a couple of menus while telling us her name and asking what we would like to drink. I had asked for a sweet tea, and my mama got a diet Coke (Pepsi). Then, the waitress walked off leaving us there to study our menus even though I had already known just what it was I wanted to have, chicken wings. I had always heard my whole life that if you should ever find yourself up near the Buffalo area, you had to try the wings. So, I reckoned Mt. Harrison was about as close to Buffalo

After the humans began to destroy the forest the red pandas were separated by humans. Parents were forced to move away from their children. Children were forced to learn to live by them self. As each child started on their own path no of them knew where they were headed.

The prince laid in bed tossing and turning, his mind spinning as he tried to collect his thoughts from the past few days. Thoughts of the lovely young guard filling his head as he fell into a restless sleep. Not long passed before he was startled awake by a soft sound in the room. He looked up to see Mallory standing a few feet from his bed, wearing loose pajamas and a wicked smile, a candle in her hand. She had picked the lock and snuck into the room when she really shouldn't have even been in this wing of the castle, but Prince Edwin wasn't even surprised. Without a word he rose from his bed with a small smile. As he stood she began to leave the room, and without a second thought he followed her. Together they wandered the long twisting halls of the castle. The

With my ticket in hand along with my bags, I'm ready to board the space

They call me a shadow an evil spirit of the dark and the one with no face just because no one ever seen my face trust me my not a bad person my just trying to make my cut in life see I wasn't always this bad I just didn't grow up killing for cash I was trained by the world's most feared assinas they showed me how the shadows we're you friends and how to yours them as cover see my different from every other's assienas I was born with a gift that let me move so fast it look like i vanished and I could feel sound waves which help when my target was behind an object and it could make me feel like time slowed down with this ability I could shoot a sniper and never miss my target at age of eleven I was in the field racking up kills

There standing beside Grady,was the mother of the baby cub.Grady thought of running,but that would most likely cause her to chase him.If he were to run, he would run back to the campsite.Where his family was!Grady did NOT want to put his family in danger.All of a sudden,his boy scout teacher's reminder, in case of a bear was near you, the voice echoed"When you come upon a bear,fall to the ground and play dead".Grady also remembered what his dad told him, by the campfire. He had said,"to scare the bear off, you need to start banging something to make a loud noise".So Grady,not knowing which to do, dropped to the ground and pretended to be dead.Unfortunately,that did NOT work."Stupid boy scouts.Stupid Mr.Daniels,as well",Grady thought out loud.As Grady looked up at the mother bear, he noticed that she was just sitting there.All she did was look back and forth at Grady and her cub.Using that as a distraction,he ran back towards the camp.He thought back to what he just saw,as he reached the circle of trees that surrounded the camp.It was very weird.He trudged on until he got to the campfire,which his parents and brother was sitting at.Grady then told his parents about the bear and how she just stood there.Jared was the first to speak,"Cool".But Grady knew Jared wasn't intrigued.His parents told him how they BOTH know that bear and how she visits every time they come."Merida?Timothy?",said a voice.Grady turned around to see THE BEAR standing with her cub

whatever. He needed to be a big boy about it. And as far as going back—absolutely impossible. “It won’t happen, Sherry. He wants both of us dead.”

Oh yes, I’m smug. I mingle well in a pack, but people always pick me first, for I’m the best Skittle, M&M, Jelly Bean and Starburst. Yet, don’t underrate my power to stand a lone! In a field on a barn, I make a statement, and on the side of the road glazed to a fire truck, I represent peril. I can scream “DANGER!” on a sign. When I’m really hot, I ravage things. I melt them, burn them, mar them for life – and I can massacre.