Fight Club Creative Writing

Everybody was gone. Evacuated, they called it. The Pearl of Asia, a city once renowned the world over for its vibrant music and art scenes, along with its French-style architecture –now devoid of living souls. The city centre was only a corpse of its former self: the central market was completely unrecognisable; the surrounding houses now just piles of brick and wood. They said that we did not need cities, that we were corrupted by Western values. They would create a new society, free from the old ways of money and greed. The past five years had been quite abominable, so everybody hoped that this new government would finally bring peace.

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.

As the sun sets, in the purple twilight, shadows grow long, my mind wanders back - to yesterdays left behind. To the years that have flown, with just my footprints, leading from them, to the days, when things were different. Life was easier and slower, oh, so very mellow, I had a recipe for love, that served me so well and life was just a fantasy.

been working in the hot sun in Florida for my entire life. As long as I can remember I have been picking cotton from sun up to sun down. I am now 22 years old and have fallen in love with a man named James he is working in the same cotton field as me, he tells me about his dream for us to run away to the North to become free and start a family together. At night me and James sneak out of the barn were we are forced to sleep, were it is so crowded that you feel like you can't even breathe, so it is nice to get away and talk at the top of the roof of the barn about one day runaway to a free state. As we lay on top of the roof James asked to run away with him tonight,

It was a peacedul day the sky was blue, the sun was shining, but by the ocean lay three huge mountains, and the tallest one Mr. Mountain had to sneeze. When Mr. Mountain sneezes it's not a nice cute little sneeze it's a gigantic and loud sneeze, it's such an obnoxious sneeze that he actually blew his top off!!! When Mr. Mountain blew his top off all those sediments from his top cemented together and formed Little Rocky Jr. Over time Rocky started not feeling well, he was started to fall apart ( haha get it because he's a sedimentary rock and the sediments fall off... bad joke I know), so he decided to go find the Magical Cave of Wonders. While he was walking, Rocky stumbled upon a magical unicorn named Felipe that said that he would help Rocky

In David Fincher’s 1999 film Fight Club, the Narrator portrays his search for identity. At the beginning, he asks, “if I could wake up in a different place, different time, could I wake up as a different person?” (Fight Club). Throughout the film, it shows how the Narrator is conformed, working a 9 to 5 corporate job in a cubicle surrounded by people who only wear suits and ties, the typical lifestyle expected by society. However, he begins to break out of his every day routine when he meets Tyler Durden, whom is free from caring about what others think, free from living how society wants him to, and free from conformity. Fight Club’s perpetual focus on identity and conformity throughout this film indicates that the Narrator fabricates a split image of himself, creating the person whom he wishes to be like to escape from his normative.

It’s been a while since I've written of him. I thought slowly but surely he would be buried in my past, and become but a memory, farthest back in my mind. But heaven forbid i move on with my life, he visited my dream last night, and all the emotion, all of… all of him rushed back. Everything was bright, everything was glowing. Three knocks on the door and I knew already who it was. Giddy with excitement I ran to the door and opened it to find my true love on the door step. He was wearing his army uniform, looked as young as the day i met him, as beautiful as ever, and he smiled tipped his hat and said “Ms. Daisy Fay may I have this dance?” And suddenly we were in his house, at one of his parties, so many people, so much music, but all i could hear was him, all i could feel was him, all that mattered was us.

I wake up in my dark dusty room, the time is 5:30 AM and I go down to the kitchen, eat breakfast and then get dressed. As I walk down the street I feel the cold wind brushing against my face like a dead soul released from its grave and my heart pounds, she gives me a bad feeling but a good one as well, I want more. I turn the corner and there she is, standing beside the park bench with the moon light shining down into her soul. I call her name and she turns around slowly.

I grab my bag and some breakfast and headed out. I get on the train and all I can think of his voice and the way he says my name. I smile so hard it hurts, then I realize I might be falling for him. It was weird cause I only remember fallen for a guy when I was younger; I thought it was a phase. But I don’t care I haven’t been this happy since my dad died. Ever stop I will hold my breath and say a small prayer that he will come on the train. And on every stop I get disappointed. My stop has arrived and no Chris. So I just went to the museum and did my

On the weekends, and after school, teenagers across Anderson are bored. There is nothing for teenagers to do when boredom strikes. We, teenegers, are always left with the question, ‘What’s the move?’. When teenagers are bored, they turn to other alternatives, such as selling drugs, fighting, stealing, and partaking in drugs. If the city of Anderson built a teen center where teens can hangout with their friends, play games, exercise, or just chill; the teens of Anderson would most likely not partake in illegal activities.

I lay in the grass, As wind whistles in my ear I listen for the sounds of nature, And then I hear it A faint voice in the wind Low, deep, rich voice It calls to me, Come and climb me Come and touch my branches and leaves Let me hold you in my arms, I hear it say

The movie “Fight Club” is an American based film that was produced in 1999. The production was done after the release of a novel in 1996 by Chuck Palahniuk. The movie involved stars such as Edward Norton, Brad Pitt and Helena Bonham Carter and David Fincher is the director. An overall analysis of the video shows that it is a very disturbing film in that it questions our conscience, our phobias, obsessions, reality as well as habits. Many individuals up to date presume that it is visually stimulating, insightful and at the same time provoking.

I stand on top of a burned hill, watching the sun move across the sky. The sound of motors fading in and out in the distance, a zealous hunchback rambling on in the back seat of my all important four wheeled conveyance. I wait for the sun to go down over the course of minutes, pondering the vast wasteland before me. It's a quiet and peaceful moment, which is striking in a game filled with screaming war boys and magnificent explosions. Sometimes the best parts of an open world game come between missions, when the mechanics and controls fade away and you are just in a new place beautifully rendered before you. Mad Max has its flaws, but its wastes are highly suited for wandering the roads in search of excitement, and the game does a great job

The night was so dark. Sitting in the cooling off car parked in my driveway, I allowed the night to wrap me up in all that it had to offer. The calmness and tranquility was refreshing and reaffirming. I took a deep breath in and closing my eyes, I breathed in all the good in my life. The crisp cool air rushed in along with the people I love, my good health and God’s abundant grace. When I couldn’t breathe in anymore and I felt as though my lungs might burst I breathed out everything negative. Like water out of a faucet, my frustrations, stress and doubts poured out and floated away into the night. I then reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car. I walked up to my dimly lit porch and fumbled through my purse for the door key. I was soothed by the comforting silence of

His name was Rob, he was not what you would consider traditionally attractive. He didn 't look like an underwear model. There were no bulging pecs beneath his white button-up. No rippling abs. He was average height and average build, average brown eyes and average short hair. You would never look at Rob and wonder what magazine, billboard, or commercial you 'd seen him on. But there was something in the way he looked at you. Something about his smile... It was in the way he touched your shoulder or brushed the hair from your cheek. Even the way he said "Hello." That hidden quality, that sincerity, that subtle little something, that’s what makes you love him.