Disaster Creative Writing

When the occupation of a religious man is brought into thought, words like honest, humble, forgiving, or righteous are considered to be associated. Words like hard working, truthful, and effective are brought up when talking about a supervisor. These traits are needed in order to become a high-quality leader among men. From time to time though, selfishness corrupts men. Chaucer criticizes the trait of selfishness as a character trait in The Canterbury Tales.

    “Wake up Mommy,” said Taylor through her tears as she hugged my mom’s twitching body.

Strolling down a beaten dirt trail with green mossy trees on either side. A soft breeze brushes a kiss against my cheek, as it pushes past, earth mixing with sea salt hits my nose. Soon the faint sound of waves kissing the shore, children’s laughter, and seagulls screeching calls to me. Walking along the winding dirt trail until the texture beneath my toes change. The trees part and on either side the trees rise into the air, becoming cliffs as far as my eyes can see. Instead of dirt beneath my feet it has been replaced by sand in between my toes. I walk towards the white cap waves where the water washes up against my ankles excitedly and then pulls back with remorse. Sea mist leaves a moist kiss against my cheeks and then

There was a boy name Darick,he was 12 years old. Darick and his mom and dad, Susie and John. They were eating breakfast, and the Government barged in their house and took them away.

A city layered in the ash of its own citizens. A city muddled and elsewhere, weeping as it toppled. Skyscrapers - gone.

A couple of hours later I walked the trail towards the village jail, in hopes to see Jason. On rehash, he was one of the uppermost honest and friendly folks on the island, and the best shot as well. Though I always considered myself one of the best at spearfishing, Jason was better, and a steadier aim; he literally never missed a shot. His interests and passions had always been so forthright and reliable that in societal context, he took in everyone’s trust for granted. And, as it turned up, Duende resembled him in personality, although she exhibited the unworldliness befitting of a native who never left the islands. Unlike Jason, who was in the islands on vacation from the U.S., and had both his parents alive as well as siblings, Duende never

We are the ones taught not to speak as silence is our code of arms.

Once upon a time a few centuries ago I was a little girl who was energetic and adventurous, but one day all of that changed. I was in the yard playing tag with my sister and two brothers but then we heard “the bell.” The bell meant the sickness, black plague, was in town. When the people began to hear the bell they ran all over the place causing a panic and knocking on doors making sure everyone knew what was happening.

It was not often that I had a few hours to slip away and return to that beloved spot under my favorite pair of trees. That day I had packed my hammock, a thermos full of jasmine tea, and the book that had been gathering dust on my shelf for months. I hopped in my car and drove the relaxing forty-seven minute journey (I had narrowed it down to the exact minute since I had driven there so many times). I stepped onto that familiar turf wearing my favorite jacket; it was a little more brisk than most would consider to be the perfect autumn afternoon, but I disagreed. The crisp, dry air was refreshing, cleansing. I needed to clear my head.

The yelling of Abraham and Rick caught our attention. They were arguing about leaving now and or staying here. We kind of ignored them, because the adults should handle this one. The argument last a good five minute before they come to a conclusion. Abraham will leave in twelve hours after helping us with the surviving Terminus people. "Rosita, Tyrese, Eugene and Gabriel are staying back with you two, Bob and Judith." Rick tells us as we gather some supplies into the back room where Bob is resting. "Daryl is coming back, right?" "Yeah, he will." I nod, setting Judith's carrier down. Carl shuts the door behind him and the rest of the group leaves, as we get comfortable to wait for their return. Carl and I don't know the plan, but whatever it is, I'm hoping everyone

AS I WALKED DOWN THE FAMILIAR ROAD that lead to my home, I quietly watched as children played by the pond, parents laughed by their porches, and animals ate at the grass. One family was sitting on the porch, laughing away as a young dog bounced around and barked at their feet. “Mother, may I go down to the water with the other children?” One young girl asked, her innocent eyes staring up at her mother. “No, Amara, we are having supper soon.” The young girl frowned, but then jumped back up again with a smile. “What’s for supper?” The woman got up and opened the door, beckoning her daughter and other children inside, where a father was sitting at a small wooden table, working on some papyrus.

Three crew members on a naval battle ship were about to face the undead. They we under attack by an enemy that was not alive. The three met up as they were running down a hall with zombies reaching for their ankles. The hallways were all linked to one room; the ammunition and supply room.

Laurel and Sara decided to get up and watch TV for a little while. They ended up watching it for an hour then they went to bed. Tyler had decided to also watch TV and went to bed after an hour or so. By 6:30, Laurel, Sara, and Tyler were up and getting dressed to get ready for the big day. They knew right when they would get home they would have to finish packing before they go, and they had a feeling that today, would be a very, very slow school-day. It was 8:26 and they were in their first-period class, which was Algebra. For most of the class, they were tired and completely unfocused. “Laurel! Sara! Tyler! Stop talking and listen to the lesson!” Mr. Bunn exclaimed. “Sorry, Mr. Bunn….” They said in unison. The trio finished listening to Mr. Bunn going on and on math and what they need to know for the test and split into groups of four to work on the two-page review given by Mr. Bunn. Luckily, in their group they had another friend named Eliza, who also knew of the book, was filled in on what they planned. “Ok, so to sum it up, we are leaving after school to meet at my house so we can use the book to start this adventure. But while we are gone, we will need someone to cover for us while we aren’t here. Could you cover for us?” Tyler asked. “Sure!” Eliza exclaimed. “I’d love to help. All I ask in return is that you tell me what happens while you are there.” “Ok.” Tyler said. “We will make sure we do.” Mr. Bunn walked over and said: “Tyler! Work with your group and stay on topic!” Mr. Bunn said sternly. “Yes, Mr. Bunn.” Tyler said. After five minutes, the bell had ringed and passing period to the second period started. “Bye Mr. Bunn! See you Monday!” They exclaimed. They were on their way to Biology when they were stopped and questioned by Brynn, the stuck-up, popular girl. “So, I heard that rumor. Sara, is it true?” She said in a

Explaining Socialism Assignment – Caitlin Taylor Utopian Socialism: Utopian socialism focuses on the ideology of creating a perfect world that opposes the systems of classical liberalism. People who support a Utopian Society are often humanitarians, and fight for the rights of people. They fought for the rights of the working class, to improve their quality of life. This fighting, unlike the revolutions that ensued with the left wing Revolutionary Socialism, was peaceful and non-violent.

I stretched my arms out and looked up and down the beach. Although I lived in Waikiki for years, it'd been far too long since I took a vacation, let alone the beach, since I'm dealing with neverending piles of school assignments and activities. As I strolled along the coastline I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I was taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. I closed my eyes, letting myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. The beach was oddly quiet for this time of that year, only a handful of people sunbathing. I didn't mind, I was going to enjoy myself.