Essays on Creative Writing

... a pharmacist and it was very obvious that his knowledge of drugs would either get him into trouble or make him successful. He was a full time student, but he was on the wrong road and his teachers had no idea. If only one teacher had taken the initiative to try to help my uncle with his interest in pharmaceuticals, maybe he could have used his knowledge in a positive way. Teachers are supposed to be role models and people that teenagers can talk to, whether they are having trouble at home, need someone who may understand them better, or for actual help in the class. I know that I want to be a part of the education system and I want to work with teenagers, ...

... His grandmother was hovering on an hummingbird, while picking apples from her tall twenty-foot appletree. After contemplating on this strange doing, he decided not to let it bother him. After seeing Knob approach her house, Knob's grandmother whistled for the hummingbird to bring her down so she could greet him. She greeted him with a loud burp which was a common courtesy among Gnomanians. After greeting him she also sprinkled him with some of her fairy dust. She handily carried it around in her turban. She naturally invited him in for dinner where they ate lots of mosquitoes. After dinner, they watched a cheap imitation of television. They used a big box to ...

... had excellent chances of coming to pass. But the wish had to be strongly formed in one's mind, or else it would dissipate with all the other bits of wishful thinking that took place in the night. She tried to form an image, . She almost had it. She slowly opened her eyes and visualized... Max. Standing at the door and was looking at her with an air of mild curiosity. "HEY Jane" he yelled! " What the hell are you doing ?" Jane nearly fell backwards. He was no vision! That idiot was once again eavesdropping on her! "I WAS making a wish, you jerk!" she blurted out, "You've just ruined it, though!" "Making wishes ? Don't bother. No amount of wishing will make ...

... just listen even if I didn't make any sense. His time at home was precious to me and I took full advantage of him being home. When he left I was losing not only a brother but a friend ! Five years have pasted since my brother first left home. I'm away at school and having a good time doing it. My brother goes to school just a ways down the road. We have grown very close over the years. What I have here today , at school, playing hockey and studying to make the honor role, I owe partially to my brother. He kicked me when I was almost going to let go and encouraged me with his stories of his experience away from home. He has truly made the greatest impact ...

... was that the sun emanated no heat and that the moon started to glow much brighter than normal. It turns out that the moon was now supplying the earth with the heat that was needed to keep most happy. The sun, and both ships are now closed up in the thing and are increasing their velocity as they head for some minuscule object way in the distance. The team of explorers decide to catch the other ship but it is on the opposite side of the sun. It takes them a few days but they finally reach the other ship. The only thing that they cannot figure out is how to make contact with the other ship. They have exhausted every possibility and the only thing they have d ...

... you have any doubts about your mental health, or are unsure of your capacities and limitations in any way, please do not read this, or at least do not take it seriously. For those of you who feel you can handle this, read on. Now, let us start at the most logical place to begin, the beginning. What is reality? Well, there are many explanations and theories about this, but I based mine on what I can observe and how I perceive things as a whole. Reality, as we know it seems to be made up of various dimensions. Most people will say reality is three dimensional, but it's really more than that. Time is often considered a fourth dimensi ...

... surrounded by four columns leading to the most elegant doors I have ever seen. They are made of mahogany and have a stained glass window in the center. The handles and the frame is made of brass. As I continue around the house I come across three windows overlooking the entrance to the house. There are black shutters on each window. As the porch continues to the south side of the house I am now looking over the Pacific Ocean. A huge eight foot picture is facing the same way I am. As I look down and observe the ocean I see two piers jutting out into the Pacific. On either side of the piers are huge boulders protecting the coast line from erosion. The house' ...

... This flat bench has provided my seat over the years allowing me to peer out across the Pond. I would look around myself and ponder the questions of life and become fascinated with everything around me as well as listen to the sounds of nature. I hear many sounds; the ribbit of a dirty-green plump frog hidden amongst the underbrush, chirps of birds high in the sky, and the soft wind as it rustles leaves on the trees. The most amazing scene I have witnessed many times along this pond is the ducks. Every few days, I see a family of ducks traveling across the green grass. The smallest duck, no more than 4 inches tall, would march proudly near the end of the ...

... around $60,000 and he wants $300,000. The lawyer for Guge went first. He went on forever it seemed like. It was over an hour that he went on talking. Some of the jurors were falling asleep as well as the judge while he was speaking. It seems that he could have been more concise with his argument. Pretty bad when even the judge nods off. The judge even got up and left during part of the closing arguments. The states attorney began his closing arguments. His name was McKinney. His argument was straight to the point. He got his point across and actually kept members of the jury awake. While he was giving his closing arguments, the two attorneys for Gu ...

... did not budge until her parents made her go do the chores. After the Holstein cows were milked, she once again fixed herself in front of the noise box. My mother was mesmerized by the disturbing set of events. In all her years, she had never experienced anything this horrible. She sat, glued to her spot in front of the television, and cried. Over and over again, she watched the replay of the shooting and would cry some more. Walter Cronkite’s voice echoed throughout her modest home, repeatedly recounting the tragedy. Two days later, her entire family gathered at her grandmother’s home for dinner. My mother refused to join them. Instead, she sat fixa ...