Creative Writing: We Are Not Dead

I woke up looking around not knowing what was going on. I looked around realizing that I was in an unknown bed. Panicking at first I tried to find my bearings, but I calmed down quickly as I watched my mother walk into the room.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

I grabbed my runners and slammed the front door on her. When she was out of earshot, I started insulting her with every swear word I knew, in both English and Vietnamese. I started running as fast as I could, but I should stop there and explain the whole thing.

Back in the main level of the factory, Wolf and Fox find Hawk lying on the ground, pale and unresponsive, his bulletproof vest next to him and the edges of a red stain showing around a wad of gauze. A soldier that Fox assumes is N-Unit's medic kneels next to him, along with Snake and Coyote. The three medics are talking frantically among themselves. The rest of N-Unit hovers nervously nearby; the rest of H-Unit is nowhere to be seen. Dust particles dance through the beams of sunlight from the holes where windows used to be, giving the whole scene a strangely dreamy air.

I move toward the pulsating vein in her porcelain neck, poised for the kill. I have the shard so close. A flick of my wrist and she'll be gone. Her pulse is getting faster and faster the closer I get.

I then felt a breeze past me and I was knocked away from the group, managing to sit up, I look at what had done it. I saw some creature that had a body of a woman and the lower body of a spider. It freaked me out bad. Noct got in front of me, as if shielding me from that creature, he asked me if I could get up, replying to him, he nodded his head and told me to go to where Prompto was at. Getting to my feet, I ran over to where Prompto was.

I jolt awake. “Must have been a bad dream” I thought to myself. I looked around and was shocked at my surroundings. A destroyed hospital room. The paint on the walls is peeling and it smells like old sheets and medicine. The beds are covered in rust and pieces of the ceiling have fallen on the floor. The room is dark, but the sun is shining through the barricaded windows. I rip the needles out of my arms and struggle to stand up. I put on my clothes that were still neatly folded under the bed. I walk out of the room. There were blood stains on the wall and random hospital supplies thrown on the floor. My heart starts to race. I try to think of what could have happened. While I was thinking I was snapped out of my thoughts by a banging behind me. I turn around to see a door, bolted shut. I decide not to open it. I begin to walk

It was a little while later that I woke up. I was in the back room, and I assumed Marionette had repaired me. I thought, once again, I have been saved from death. I was alone, so I began to think of ways to escape again. If I could escape, no one could find me because I would run until I found myself lost. If I overheated, so be it. If I drowned, that would be okay too. I simply wanted to escape, and nothing else. I sat up and looked around. I saw a window. I muttered

I continued to lay there as if I were a man who wasn’t ready to dance with death, but was ready to embrace it. Had I given up? No, I couldn’t. I took in a large gulp of air, feeling the dryness fill my lungs. I tried to ignore it but still I felt the cold taking over my body. My body still shook as I repositioned myself to try and gather as much heat as I could from my own body. I curled up into a ball, rested my arms between my legs and wrapped myself around in my thin blanket as tightly as I could. Not much time went past before I began to ache from the extremely uncomfortable positioning I had put myself

That was the first thing I heard in this odd room. I took a breather still confused on what happened. I saw myself on a mirror, brown hair, blue eyes, a bit plump, blood still coming out, dead. That was me alright. The laughing was coming from a few yards away, I was running when I bumped into something. “CRAP, you're already here!”

"I found her lost in the woods surrounding my house, it was getting late, so I offered her a place to stay" Zach replies, a low tone to his voice.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

She smiled when she gazed at me. Her eyes pierced mine and instantly I knew it was her.

Are culture and religion the same? Some may say yes and others may disagree and I believe that culture is in religion. When talking about culture and religion, I am referring to what we talked about in class when we said that culture is a group environment, has customs, and norms that people follow and then we said that religion is beliefs, has an outside force with internal impact, guided morals, and metaphysics. As you can tell, religion and culture sound similar but are they really? In this paper I will be talking about how religion and culture shape gender norms, how they both shape societal gender norms, and if it is right for culture and religion to shape who we as people have become.

I wake up to hear his nonchalant snores. I slowly stand up from the floor and exit the room. I want to check up on Sylvia, I knew if he found me he would kill me but her screams were the only thing I could think about.