Warm Fuzzy Creative Writing

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“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.

One always asks, why does one kill? For love, for money, for power…and sometimes because the devil was hissing in your ear, kissing your neck, willing you on. He’d spoke of wrong doings, and trespasses, ones that could not be forgiven. So Cain had taken destiny into his hands, millenia ago he was going to find himself wrapped up in the embrace of hell, of Satan, and the Pit.

Power is significant to humanity; it gives people advantages, especially in relationships. This idea is evident in Ernest Hemingway's "The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber. " Their excessive need for power constantly challenges Margot and Macomber's exciting relationship. They are both continually looking for the upper hand on each other, which eventually involves outsiders in the relationship, such as Robert Wilson. After Wilson has an affair with Margot and witnesses Macomber's death, he comes out on top.

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

Strutting through the familiar, gate worn by time, I spread my arms, taking in the saccharine aroma of the fresh grass. The remaining glimmers of the sun glisten on every blade that peeks through the moist soil, composing a sea of sparkling beauty, only comparable to a poem. The meadow is breathtaking this evening, as the sun sets behind the trees in the distance, leaving a glow of pinks, peaches, ambers, and crimsons behind as if a bowl of fruit had exploded in the sky.

Approximately four hours into their travel, a red firework exploded in the distance and previously concealed bandits emerged from behind boulders, undergrowths and covered pits. They charged with the ferocity of a tidal wave, brandishing weapons and bellowing threats. Aloysius halted his horse, made a signal, and soldiers began to move forward.

You used to think the philosophy 'you only live one' is the most ridiculous excuse for justifying everything you've ever heard of - if you're meant to be reckless and live as fast as you can, 'there's a million and one ways to die' sounds much nicer. Explore them. Investigate them. Enjoy them. Cherish everyone of them, especially that split second between when you lean back in your chair and it hangs midway in air so close the the ground that the only thing you can think of is 'that is it.'

Stylani shook her head, and put her attention to shutting down the equipment, carefully. Without the distraction, they wouldn’t be able to leave the upper atmospheric security nets, and everything would be for nothing. Fires would mean emergency procedures, and that meant the security nets would let shuttles pas through with just a security code.

“I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say about the way you treat me, now go home and look after your daughter, she needs you,” Silvia demanded, shrugging Walker’s arm off of her body.

“You cut you’re beautiful, long hair after your return. Mom thought you were in protesting the war, but I saw you two. I knew the real reason you cut the longest blond braid in the neighborhood.”

Throughout Harper Lee’s novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, Jem, Scout, and Boo Radley played a meaningful and important role. As the novel progressed the relationship of Jem, Scout, and Boo Radley developed in a significant way. The children had a growing curiosity of Boo Radley in the first few chapters of the novel. Eventually the curiosity faded as the children became more mature and the novel lost its innocence. However, by the end of the novel the events caused Jem and Scout to obtain an amicable relationship with Boo Radley. The development of the relationship between Boo Radley and the children created a meaningful back story which allowed the novel to have a heartwarming touch on many people.

This is a personal narrative that I wrote for my CSU application, and this piece helped me get accepted into Colorado State University. I wrote this piece completely outside of class during the first semester of my senior year. I didn’t take this to a teacher conference, but this is a piece that I am very proud of because I feel like the writing represents my person voice and not a character. However I had trouble figuring out how to put my thoughts into words, but I worked through the confusion and now my word choice flows very nicely.

I had waited all these seasons to play with the boys. Finally, I’m here, my heart is racing. I’m up to bat, and swing, my bat is blasting forwards, and, “Strike one…” Timmy snickered. I’m utterly embarrassed, all the eyes on the field are faced towards me. My palms are sweating, I’m shaking in my boots, or should I say cleats. The second ball is hurtling towards my face and, “Strike two…” Timmy yelled. Now, I felt like my life was over. But, I hid my emotions, my face was as plain as the medicine aisle during flu season. The third ball, flying towards my bat…swing, but miss. I was ready to dig a hole, crawl in and never come out. But, then I started to hear a faint voice, “Honey, wake up.” Someone softly talking to me, was it…my

I look out the window above the sink as my mom replies. "Ok, sounds fine, bring a swimsuit, and that light purple sweater for night time, and hiking boots and old sneakers, and LOTS of socks, and-" I listen to her as I search out the window for nothing in particular, until I see a movement in the window of Camden's house on the first floor. I stare at it as my mom drones on, and Camden emerges from behind the curtain and waves creepily.