Creative Writing 2. She lay there in a pathetic huddle of glass and blood‚ whimpering softly as the overwhelming stench of betrayal seeped out of the bundle of bones which had become her body. She certainty knew how to draw a crowd in. He watched them watching her; the do-gooders‚ the neighbourhood watch‚ the office workers; even the man from the corner shop snaking around her fragile‚ vulnerable body. Each of them carried a concerned look‚ muttering words of sympathy‚ occasionally
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Prunveer Palia June.12/2014 Creative Writing #2- The Reputation of a Pencil Blk: C It was a day that changed my life forever. I could recall the events that happened on that dreadful and tensed day. It was the final horrific exam that I would encounter in my high school career. It was the final exam for the English twelve provincial‚ which was worth an astonishing 40% of my final grade. Prior to the final exam‚ my day started off with the sun smiling at me as its
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It’s been three years since Eris’s death and Leda has been becoming a severe drug addict. Addicted to hardcore drugs‚ harder than before. She uses these days to cover up her feelings. The truth is that Leda did drugs to forget what she did. There was only one thing on her mind. All Leda could only think about Eris’ eyes‚ full of hatred. Her lips in a perfect circle‚ screaming. Eris’ body was strangely limp‚ almost like she had died before she had reached the bottom. Who would blame Eris for dying
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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
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She would then carry me back to my own room every night until I was about 5; after that age she wasn’t able to carry me anymore. Not that I’m too big or too fat or anything‚ she was just really sick. My father always said‚ “mummy needs more sleep than us”‚ and not to wake her up because she would be really tired. Of course‚ I’d always break the rules when my dad wasn’t around‚ as he would always spend his time in the study room with my two older brothers. I often snuck into this very room to wake
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Creative Writing - Belonging The clear‚ bright and enlightening blue skies greet my face as I ponder through my thoughts in my head. The sun blossoms it’s radiating sunlight‚ which glisten and reflect off the tranquil‚ wavy sea to reveal elements of a mystifying‚ inexplicable‚ yet convivial world. My heart beat pulsates through my ears… so silent and blissful this world of beggaring-description‚ words could not hope to utter moments like these. It was the idea of confronting‚ change and experience
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Fear and adrenaline flowed through me‚ Gunpowder’s mane whipped at my face. With inhuman speed‚ the dark figure was close behind me‚ a sound of hooves becoming louder. It was a nightmare had turned into reality. The bridge...I had to reach the bridge… The sanctuary of the bridge was ahead of me and I cracked the whip and Gunpowder whinnied and raced on ahead‚ an unstoppable force of nature. At last‚ I had reached the bridge. Turning to face the dark figure‚ he had pulled the reins‚ forcing his horse
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Creative writing As I wind down my window piercing sounds of cicada instantaneously bash my ear drums with their high pitched drill echoing into the bush. Hot air swells into the open window‚ and is being pushed back out by the ice cold air conditioning which effortlessly hums out of the vents. The strong sweet smell of summer fills my nostrils with every breath I take. It was just like I had left it so many years ago. The rigid road leaves a enormous dust cloud behind me. It feels like I am a
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my rosy cheeks‚ and once it began‚ I couldn’t stop. Dark thoughts were tackling inside my brain‚ and there was no silver lining to it. I had one job in my life‚ to become a normal straight teenage boy and I couldn’t do it. The music started to get louder‚ the world started to get blurrier‚ and I couldn’t handle it. What was my purpose in this world? My cries kept on growing stronger‚ and so did my thoughts. I was drowning in my tears‚ and before I knew it‚ I fell asleep. Ding. Two seconds later‚
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Creative Writing: The Chase from the view of the chased Leaving the jewelry store at a rather accelerated pace‚ a common‚ plain- clothed man with a parcel tucked under his arm jumped into his white‚ slightly dirtied Ford Bronco. He then hurriedly concealed the package under the front passenger seat making certain to prevent it from being seen from people passing by. He then tore out of the parking lot attempting to avoid drawing attention to himself or his accompanying bundle. He knew it would
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