Essays on Creative Writing

... whole new beginning. I sat and looked at this ugly maroon gown with this weird looking square hat. The ceremonies were to be held at the Mullins Center on the campus of the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. The ceremonies were to begin at 7:00p.m., yet I had to be there at 6:00p.m.. When everyone arrived we rehearsed on how we were to walk in and where we were going to sit. You could the excitement in everyone’s eyes. No one could wait for the moment in which our diplomas would be handed to us. They lined us up by height with the boys to one side and the girls to the other. Each boy was paired up with a girl and was to walk in side by side with her ...

... they detected a transfluxual distortion of tremendous proportion,” he said worriedly. “What was it caused by?” asked the commander perplexed. “A distortion this big could only have been caused by,” he paused, “ well...a distortion this big could have only been caused by Godzilla.” The commander gasped in shock. “Was there any visual contact established?” he asked. “No sir, but our indications lead us to believe that the only possibly cause could only be Godzilla based only the fact that the distortion was so big.” “Very well. It is imperative that we establish visual contact before we take this whole thing way to far ...

... our way out and back to home sweet home. When we arrived I got some great news that made the whole squirts issue fall back to the back of my mind. I got word that the King wanted one of my women to get it on with him. So soon I got the prettiest woman I had. She had blond hair and a nice set on her, if I do say so myself. She all of her teeth except for three but in this time that's not bad. I soon put on my Sunday best and headed straight for the castle in which to meet the King himself. We came in the back just as told and soon were met by three guards dressed in black and silver. They said to me, " Wait here, the girl goes with us." Well, I'll be damned if I'm ...

... explained to King Solomon how she and the other woman both lived together and both had a son. She also goes on to tell the King that one night the other woman lay on her son and killed him; nevertheless, this same woman took the living son and claimed him as hers. The other woman said, “No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours” (I Kings 3:22). After listening to the plea of the two women, King Solomon told his servants to bring him a sword, and the solution would be to cut the baby in half. His plan was to trick the two women by offering to cut the baby in half, allowing one half to go to each mother. The real mother of the child said to the K ...

... of the cloud. Then hearing a creaking sound on my left I turned and watched as my sisters window began to open. She then levitated and floated onto the cloud as well, she sunk into the cloud and continued her dream. I whispered, “sweet dreams” to my family and continued to fly. This was my night to share with my mind body and soul. I kept my cat Felix with me though, his loving silence has only shown love and that face of a sleeping tabby is to amazing to exclude from this fantasy. The scenery above is much different from the scenery below. Up above their is no filth, pollution, or violence. Just the clouds, the wind, darkness, the peaceful silence lighten ...

... all about the dream. That morning , I was late as usual. I ran to the bus stop with my briefcase. My tie flew in the morning wind. Only thing that I hoped was that I would not be late to work, I had been warned couple of times about me being late. Luckily the bus too was late as usual. As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw then was quite unbelievable. Instead of looking for an empty seat I was perving on a beautiful woman. She looked to be in her early 20s. The most outstanding feature she had was her attractive blue eyes. Her clear eyes did really amaze me. She had fair smooth skin and shiny blond hair. I have never seen any ...

... to me. I felt tension not only on my body but also mentally. I looked back. The second runner was running at full speed to me. I saw the baton. It looked like a monster. My mind shouted at me. 'Drop and Die.' I looked forward again. I could see my way clearly. It was short distance to go, but it seemed the finishing line was miles away from me. I opened my eyes with a fierce glare and I decided to run to death. Every thing looked different from a second ago. I knew my team was about to be the victor. "GO!" The second runner shouted. I darted forth. I put my hand back. I felt the monster in my hand. I grabbed it as hard as I could and then I accelerated. The ...

... all dirty, Jessy you naughty girl you'll get a chill. Time to go inside, girls. ÐFunny that. Being called girl. Naughty naughty girls wetting themselves and pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with their mouths open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death. Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much. Practised that too in her head over and over in the nights. Listening to them in the corridors. If Mary shits herself again tonight she can sleep in it. Listening to the cries and the calling, I have to get home. I have to, the children want their dinner. She sits in the bus away from the window. Afraid to look o ...

... a very personal and unique thing. No two relation between any two people will ever be the same because only those people know what they have been through or shared together. This is what makes friendship such an exceptional thing. A large part of friendship is learning lessons together, and for almost everything in the world there is a lesson that must be learned. Learning these lessons through friendships is a very powerful and exceptional thing. These lessons have varied from one extreme to the other in my life and have changed and shaped a large majority of my views and perceptions. Learning any lesson with a friend, be it significant or not, will bring yo ...

... of the medical profession to help correct diseases so that people may have a healthy and better life. My father left my country to come to the United States looking for greener pastures. He wanted more for us than our country could offer. He worked very hard, and due to his effort, in March 1999 three of us joined him here in Washington, DC. Upon my arrival, I had to face challenges of language and different social customs, my accent made it difficult to communicate with others. I had to make new adaptations in order to excel in unfamiliar surrounding. Even though I always looked forward to living the American dream, a place for opportunities, I knew that it ...