Creative Writing - Semester 1

taunting at

Nell closed her eyes, imagining that her body was a dungeon and somewhere deep inside was a potion that might grant her the strength and the bravery to go through with Molly’s request.

Walking to my first class ever as a High School student, I contemplate how 9th grade English will be different.  I reach the door, about to enter a completely new world of English.

I began to have doubts.  “Am I going to fail this week’s test?”.  “How am I going to survive this year, and will I pass this class?”. I better because I am not going to summer school!  I started wondering if Mr. Rappleye enjoyed making me suffer. 

clearly

with a nose that seemed to pull the rest of the skin on his face towards itself

“Hurt?” “Oh.  Heh heh.  S-sorry.” 

I picked up one with a particularly risque cover, and swiftly threw it into the pile before Cherry could get a look at it,

miling to who you think is your first period Bio teacher

Quickly you adjust your top.

car-key jingling, most likely party going

Ghazi Albanna Tourais 8-25-09

(didn’t really read the book)

I was pretty sure the book was about the author running the Iditarod.

(You just read draft #2.)

that school

To teach one of them how to speak like us, because we’d given up on speaking like them.

the cheap kind.

depend

the goal was to him at that all the practice would pay off

She was not a beautiful woman.

maybe nature helps the creative process, he thought

wandered as deliberately

nurturing, shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen

Sitting on the cold floor of Foreman’s basement, as we called it, I ruined everything.

At this point she came out from behind her door.

started to yell

thing but

I Juniper,

by a bland senior girl

both music and hygiene

who would never be so impractical as to wear shoes without good traction

Drool.  On my pillow. Again.

all I see is metal with alternating neon color

’silent and listen are spelled with the same letters’. ’the only way out is through’ ’learn and succeed’.

squeeze

Mr. Campbell is a very famous, very wealthy cartoonist. When in school, he had no friends, and retreated into his drawings instead. His cartoons became his life, his characters became his friends. However, as he improved with his cartooning and his strips were published, he attracted tremendous amounts of fame and attention and scrutiny. Mr. Campbell is a schizophrenic. He believes that his two-dimensional cartoon characters can peel themselves off the page and enter reality. They sit on Mr. Campbell’s shoulder and talk with him. They are his friends. Robert Grimley endured a similar situation. He had very few friends in school, as well, and Mr. Campbell’s comic strip became a source of stability for him. When Robert discovers that the two of them live in the same town, he knows that he must get to know him. Robert wants nothing more than to be friends with Mr. Campbell. Mr. Campbell just wants to be left alone.

there are plenty of them on eBay. I checke

kitchen grabbed

Déjà vu stuck me because

That feeling of blatant betrayal, you always hear that metaphor, “Backstabber” but until then I didn’t know it actually physically hurt.