Creative Writing Essays

Creative Writing Prompt #1 Some of the main things most people like to use are our phones, tablets, computers, etc. If I had to choose my favorite of them all, it would be my phone. The reason why is because my phone is something I use daily, when I’m in school, when I’m at home, and when I’m in the car when my family and I are going somewhere. Not having my phone with me makes me feel strange and uncomfortable because I wouldn’t know what to do with my time. One time when I was in middle school

Akira returned to his bedroom to prepare to leave, he would have to change his outfit into something appropriate and Zeriya would’ve surely provided that. But as he steps into his room and closes the door a hard punch collides with his upper arm. (-- removed HTML --) (-- removed HTML --) “That’s from Ryuji and me!” Yusuke stands to his side, cheeks red and teeth clenched. (-- removed HTML --) (-- removed HTML --) The punch did not hurt, but that didn’t mean Akira wouldn’t try and cause Yusuke

I hadn’t slept in thirty-one hours. In front of me, my laptop screen cast a pallid, taunting glow over my face. On the table, caffeinated-chocolate wrappers and hastily drawn flowcharts lay nestled among a jungle of power cords. Even my loose ‘E’ key was prompting me to give up for the night, jiggling weakly as I typed. I turned to the three other members of my team. “It would be a miracle if we successfully finish this in time.” The words echoed amidst muffled snoring coming from another team nearby

Head hanging she crawled over to me. "In answer to your question, all we did was talk and kiss," I told Vickie. Vickie's head came up and she searched my face for any sign of deception. "I have no reason to lie to you. Even if I laid her down and fucked her right now you couldn't do anything about it," I reminded her. "She wants me to teach her about sex. I explained to her what I would teach her and what I expected in return. Then I told her to discuss it with you and possibly the others living

Ana Rodríguez Rebecca Balcarcel Creative Writing 2307 April 16, 2018 I felt scared and nervous as we arrived at the hospital, I felt as if I had a hole in my stomach and everything seemed to be spinning. A nurse quickly took me to the back to check my temperature and blood pressure. “How much pain do you have on a scale of one to ten?” “It’s at a 10!” I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I just wanted to curl up into a ball. “Do you drink?” “No, ma’am!”, I said. “Please, go to room 12.”

Cecilia had knocked about three times, before she was about to give up. Vivian had surely been exhausted. Or maybe, she'd even left? Had she gone back to the city, after all? Had she abandoned her again, even thought she promised not to? That thought subsided most of her anger and hatred, turning it into dismay and sorrow instead. But within all of that, was a slight glimmer of.. Hope. Natalia hadn't told her, that Vivian had left, so surely she had to still be there? Natalia never asked for people

Creative Writing No signs of life any where; dead grass, dead trees the whole 400km journey from Gotham. Even if I did escape how was I going to get back to Gotham? No cars going past and to far to walk without water or food. My eyes are heavy and there's no light to keep me awake. It is pitch black outside as well as in the bus. I start to feel nervous with all these psychose paths surrounding me. The bus takes a quick right turn and goes under a big, old sign covered in rust and moss. The sign

Creative Writing Prompts 1. You’re digging in your garden and find a fist-sized nugget of gold. 2. Write about something ugly — war, fear, hate, cruelty — but find the beauty (silver lining) in it. 3. The asteroid was hurtling straight for… 4. Write about your early memories of faith, religion, or spirituality; yours or someone else’s. 5. 5. Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird… 6. The detective

Billy was a hopeless creature with a face filled with such desolation that he brought out the humanity in people as they took pity on him. Whenever they walked past his spot on Sixth Avenue they made sure to drop him a coin or two and say a prayer, while ignoring every other penniless person down the street. Even those more unfortunate than him gave him money, one time, a homeless man approached him, "You need this more than me," he said, handing him a $10 bill. That wasn't true, Billy was actually

Over 200 years later and the hunt was still o]. Our team had scattered that night, only keeping in touch by coded messages within the news. I opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the darkened room before sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I stood and made my way to the small sink on the other side of the rundown room. I looked at myself in the mirror and grinned at my reflection, throwing my dark hair into a high ponytail. I turned the water on and splashed my face