Creative Writing My Life - 966 Words

A cool breeze was thrown into the hot summer air, and I breathed it all in. Today was August 2005, and school was nearing a little bit faster than I had hoped. I was on the swing, reading one of my favorite books. The blue bird in the distance called out, and I slowly drifted into sleep. â€Å"Calla Andrews you better get your butt up!† Mom yelled to me. I jerked awake, opening my eyes to a tall figure. My entire family had brown eyes, except me. My little brother constantly reminded me of that difference, and sometimes asked if I was adopted. Mom had always laughed at that, but her mouth was now twisted in a frown. â€Å"Why aren’t you in your room practicing for that dance rehearsal next Thursday?† Mom asked. I sighed, and the once gentle†¦show more content†¦My eyes opened by sun cracked windows, and I looked around to see the damage. I was very surprised to see that the floor was dry and the TV still worked. I fumbled around to see the remote. I clicked it and turned to the news. 705 people are reported as missing as a result of Hurricane Katrina(â€Å"11 facts about Hurricane Katrina†). I gasped. That’s so many! I clicked another channel, hoping for a better understanding of this event. The storm surge from Katrina w as 20 feet (six meters) high (â€Å"11 facts about Hurricane Katrina†). I was confused, why was this house so dry if the storm was so powerful? Then I noticed a big detail, I was on a hill. I dragged my feet across the floor to see the wreckage. Dozens upon dozens of houses were in ruins. I ran back inside and almost started to cry. What had happened to my own family? My entire life, I was always positive in events, but I couldn’t manage even a little smile right now. to The news came back on, and I let all the information wash over me. â€Å"Hurricane Katrina was the largest and a 3rd strongest hurricane ever recorded to make landfall in the US† (â€Å"11 facts about Hurricane Katrina†). Hurricane Katrina impacted 90,000 square miles (â€Å"11 facts about Hurricane Katrina†). The last report came in, and it was the most devastating of them all. Hurricane Katrina affected 15 million people in different ways, varying from having to evacuate their homes, rising gas prices, andShow MoreRelatedCreative Writing : My Life1474 Words   |  6 Pagesthat trap you. Toxic plotting cleared the air as the slow creak of the door echoed in the room. Mouths silenced and heads bowed in submission, they were playing the part, cautious and fearful. Hearts spoke prayers in hope of invisibility. From under my eyelashes I faintly distinguished the singed fringes of his tightly wound lace. Feet like anvils, glided across the glossed floor which contrasted with the ebony skinned boots. Thick at the soul and polished at the toes, they deceitfully drifting smoothlyRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life771 Words   |  4 Pagesanother glimpse of this perfect human but my heart sinks as the slim figure is nowhere to be found. A firm finger taps my shoulder, turning to see who requests my attention I realise it’s the guy from across the room. â€Å"Hi i’m Tom†. A deep English voice fills my ears, his voice bringing me comfort and excitement. I feel small as I look up to introduce myself, â€Å"and you are?† he asks with his hand out wait ing for my response. â€Å"Ahhhh Ari, I mean Aria, But all my friends call me Ari†. Its dark, but theRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life1063 Words   |  5 Pagesaround us. Theres twenty of us all wearing the same dark blue shirt with the saying NYG 2016 stripping the sleeve we all crawl out the door our eyes drooping, backs slumped, legs moving like a baby preparing for walking. My hands fall and fingers go limp as I throw my arms to my side, we head out the door, leaving behind the place on high alert. With thousands of people passing through every day, many sleeping on the black seats that are in rows. Stores, and restaurants that were way overpriced,Read MoreCreative Writing : My Life830 Words   |  4 PagesWhen lunch period came around, I stepped out of my previous classroom and started walking towards the cafeteria to look for Niall. I turned the corner stepping towards the cafeteria entrance when I feel a strong grip tug on my arm. I turn my head in time to see a closed door. I smell the faint cologne Ive grown to feel nervous around. What are you doing, Harry? I ask looking up at his face hidden in the shadows of his features. Howd you know it was me? He asks chuckling and pushing his curlsRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life1895 Words   |  8 Pagesâ€Å"Ms. Swan we have to stop meeting like this.† I’m sure my mouth is doing a perfect imitation of a fish as I stand staring at him. What is he doing here?! His jade eyes seem to almost shine in the evening light, his hair caught in the faint rays of sunlight left, a small smile on his face. What seems like a few hours later, but I’m sure is only a few seconds I finally respond. â€Å"Wh- What are you doing here Edward?† â€Å"Well†¦Ã¢â‚¬  He pauses. â€Å"I couldn’t stop thinking about you after we spoke this morningRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life1954 Words   |  8 Pageswasnt that bad. I swear a ton of it was review from French II. Lou says casually. Now I roll my eyes. Of course youd say that. Hey! Dont be a bitch. I bet you didnt do as bad as you think you did. And I bet that pigs can fly, I snort and Lou punches my arm. After we stood in line and bought our lunch we made our way to the table to greet everyone. Sitting down, Justin throws his arm over my shoulder and I snuggle into him. Between baseball practise and studying for finals we haventRead MoreCreative Writing : My Fathers Life1762 Words   |  8 Pagesâ€Å"Liam! Get in here right now,† My Father shouted. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was drunk and once again mad at me for no reason at all. I slowly walked into the living room with my head down, trying not to catch eye to eye with him. He then said with his voice thundering, â€Å"What in the world is this†, he was pointing at the television which was on ESPN. I felt like saying a television but I knew that would make the tension between me and him even worse. I spoke softly, â€Å"I was relaxingRead MoreReflection Of Creative Writing811 Words   |  4 PagesCreative Writing was a class I never imagined taking. In high school, I enjoyed the small section of English class that was set aside for creative writing. That was all it was; a small section of my class time dedicated to writing about whatever I wanted. Reading has been my favorite hobby for as long as I can remember. Sitting in my advisor’s office at the beginning of summer; I was hesitant about taking this class. I have never actually taken a class specifically for creative writing and was afraidRead MoreIn My Creative Nonfiction Genre Proposal, I Stated That,1571 Words   |  7 PagesIn my creative nonfiction genre proposal, I stated that, â€Å"my [creative writing project s] focus will be literary essays that address humanity’s universal desire for a sense of identity and belonging; these essays will be written from a personal perspective, containing anecdotes, internal conflicts, and external opinions† (1). A little over ten weeks later, I believe I have achieved this goal in my final draft because of the stylistic approaches and revisions I made with the help of the Creative WritingRead MoreStatement of Purpose for Reporters and Creative Writers 938 Words   |  4 PagesReporters and creative writers both further the freedoms of people. They give people the chance to read and learn about the world we live in. Reporters and creative writers must be fantastic writers and decent editors. Workers in both of these professions will be editing and revising their own pieces of work. I love writing and being creative in my writing style and spend hours at a time just writing, so these qualities are appealing to me. Though both include literary work, both differ the most