Creative Writing

Internet

Author's note: For literature group we were writing a stream of consciousness and the starting word was internet. At that moment, I was thinking of my project on the Grand Canyon that I had just finished, and the internet wasn't really on my mind at the time. So, I decided to write about a memory from my vacation to the Grand Canyon.
 
I watch the streaks of colors change with every passing minute. The red rocks glow and appear in a rainbow of colors. I take a picture in my mind of this beautiful natural wonder. My dad stands besides me being more productive by actually capturing the moment on film. I will later look back at those pictures and they will help me remember the magnificence of the sunset. The pure beauty the sun gives the Kaibab plateau is remarkable. I look at my dad and am at a loss for words.

When the sun finally passes the horizon, my parents and I head back to our room. There's no need to discuss the moment we all experienced. After relaxing for about an hour, we head to dinner, where our reservations at the restaurant no longer matter if we have a window seat. The darkness has already set in, and the canyon will not be clearly visible again until sunrise. We enjoy each others company at the dinner table while we are waiting for our food. We crack jokes, talk about the next day and enjoy the family time in the marvelous Grand Canyon.

Waves

Author's Note: During literature group, we were creating a stream of consciousness with the starting word being waves. At the time I was in a very calm mood and that definitely shows in this piece.

The subtle splash of the waves against the shore awakens me. I rub my eyes and stretch as I get out of bed. I'm the only one awake and take advantage of the silence. Grabbing my towel and changing into my swimsuit, I head for the beach. About twenty minutes into swimming, I see a little boy walking towards me. He keeps his distance as he watches. At first I'm scared, thinking he's lost and he's staring at me. But I turn around and see the dolphins joyfully playing with each other. He approaches steadily and I say hello as he joins me sitting by the shore.  We don't talk much as we watch the graceful leaps of the beautiful sea creatures.

We discover we are much like each other. Getting up at dawn, and enjoying the beauty of the sunrise. Similar in the way that our favorite companionship is nature, and that silence is our best friend. But as the sun rises further into the sky, so do the number of people who are awake. This is our time to go home, and enjoy the company of our family instead of each other. Before we split and go our separate ways, we plan to see each other again tomorrow at dawn, for the sunrise, down by the waves.

 Attention Passengers

Author’s note: I wrote this piece because I wanted to have a longer creative writing piece on my blog. In this post, I mainly focused on word choice and I also used techniques such as onomatopoeia.

“Make sure you wear a lot of sunscreen when you’re outside!” “Oh. And don’t forget to wear bug spray, and hats when it’s sunny out.” My mom and dad are so overprotective. I roll my eyes at them and my twin brother Tyler and I burst out laughing. We walk away from security check, with our parents further and further away with every step. “Love you!” My mother’s voice echoes down the hall.

“Love you too!” Tyler and I yell back in unison. After the departure from our parents, Tyler and I decide to stop and grab snacks before we embark on our journey to blazing Miami where Tyler and I will spend 2 weeks living the life.

Boating, swimming, skiing, snorkeling, and playing volleyball and soccer on the beach will be all we do for 13 straight nights and 14 days. We will be living in log cabins along the beach and having campfires every night. What we did to deserve this luxury? It’s simple. All we had to do was enter our names 57 times in the annual raffle at school and bam! I’m standing in a long line to buy some M&M’s in an airport where dozens of Brewers fans – including myself – are trying to catch as much of the game as possible before they set off on their individual adventures.

“That’ll be one dollar and 75 cents please.” I was too distracted by the man’s funny accent and my inability stop focusing on what camp will be like to answer him. “Ma’am?”

“Sorry, how much?” It was unusual being called ma’am, especially for a nine year old. He clarified the amount and then I headed off to see what Tyler bought in the café. Unfortunately, Tyler, being Tyler, bought something completely useless. “A mug?!” I questioned him on his ignorant decision.

“Yeah! Isn’t it cool?” he was so oblivious to the fact that the mug was hideous, and he also got ripped off, too.  I gave a reassuring, but totally fake nod and smile then asked if he wanted to camp out in the lounging area with the T.V. until 8. – 30 minutes before our plane took off. -  He agreed that this was a good idea and we settled down next to some nice looking brewer fans by a flat screen T.V.

I dozed off around 6^th inning, - two innings after my brother – and awoke during the next baseball game. “Emily! Emily! We fell asleep! We gotta get to our plane! Hurry!” I scrambled to get my bag and started to sprint to our gate. Tyler was a few paces behind me when I got there. Phew! Just in time to hear our row- 22- being called over the speaker.

We handed the lady at the desk our tickets and walked onto the plane. I found it weird that the lady didn’t scan our tickets, just glanced over them and stacked them into a pile which looked more like a mountain to me. Although, I quickly dismissed the thought, knowing that we were on our plane and didn’t miss it.

When we finished loading our carry-on items into the overhead compartments, we sat down and almost immediately zonked out again. I guess the nap didn’t help with our lack of sleep the night before. - The little sleep that we did have was filled with nightmares about what could go wrong on our trip. -  Maybe it was a good thing, though. It’s a long ride and the more time you spend sleeping, the shorter it seems.

Ding! The overhead speaker system comes to life as an announcement is made. “Attention all passengers,” the flight attendant’s voice echoes throughout the plane. “We will be arriving Oslo, Norway in approximately one hour. The weather looks nice and we should have no further delays. Thank you.” Ding! The speaker rings as it turns off and goes dead.

At first I’m too shocked to speak. My brother starts talking frantically, trying to make sense of it all; and I try to calm him down as I get the attention of a flight attendant. “Excuse me? My brother and I were supposed to be on a flight to Miami.” I started calmly. “NOT NORWAY!!” I exclaimed just loud enough to get concerned looks from half of the passengers on the plane.

The next hour was the longest, most nerve- racking hour of my life. The flight attendant had promised to work it out with the airport to get us back to Milwaukee as soon as possible. The thought that wouldn’t leave my mind was the reencounter with my parents. Would they be happy we are all right? Would they be mad at us for being so careless? The possibilities lingered until we finally hit the runway.

As we waited for the 21 rows in front of us to depart the plane, Tyler and I stood by our seats in complete silence. It was not until the flight attendant led the way to the front of the plane, that we uttered a word.

After speaking to the captain of the plane, Tyler and I entered the airport and found a place to settle in while the captain found a flight back to Milwaukee.  The pilot handed us a phone and directed us to call our parents. I’m pretty sure his main concern was the money issue, but I think he wanted us to let them know we were all right too.

Ring! Ring! “Hello?” My mom answered the phone.

“Hi mom.” I was too afraid to speak, so I cut to the chase. “Long story short, Tyler and I are in Norway” I waited for a response and didn’t receive one. “Mom??”

“YOU’RE WHERE?!?!?”

Day 1 on Earth

My name is Susan Riah Zigigigig. I landed on Earth at 13:00. So far, humans have not taken well to the fact that I am purple and have hot pink hair. I have been constantly ignored when asking for directions, and the kind humans who do bother to look down when I’m talking typically fall over- fainting is what I think it’s called- and then I’m left on my own again. I believe that I’m in a place called Sydney, Australia. At least that’s what these signs all over the place say. I will return after I find it. Attached is a picture of me before my disguise.

Author's note: When I was getting tired of writing this piece, I decided to write the ending so that the reader can make it anyway they imagine it. Then, I realized I did that with my first creative writing piece as well. I enjoy this type of ending, however I will try in my future writing to try different methods of conclusions. Feel free to leave a comment telling me about this kind of writing.

I was walking through the zoo when a friend pointed out the strangest creature I think I’ve ever seen. It kind of looked like a monkey, with the tail of a bunny and the ears of a donkey. However, this creature was much, much bigger.

For some reason I felt like it was staring at me. Its eyes seemed to burn through my scalp, however I couldn’t look away. Finally my friend brought me back by yanking me away from the strange creature. She decided that we should go get some ice cream from a stand we passed awhile back. Maybe that would get our minds off of the misfit animal.

Later on that day I just couldn’t seem to get my mind off of the monkey/bunny/donkey. My friend was so irritated with me talking about it that she finally said we could go back to find out what it was. When we got to the animal’s place, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was gone. A patch of grass filled the emptiness and left in its place was a glowing sphere.

The sphere seemed to catch my attention even more than the creature itself did a few hours before. It was about the size of a volleyball, and it glowed brighter than the sun. I suddenly felt dizzy, and I felt the ground break my fall right before I lost consciousness.

I awoke with lights all around me which I’m pretty sure were trying to blind me. I couldn’t tell where I was. I figured I was just living in a terrible nightmare and I would soon awaken. Let’s just say that didn’t happen.

Author's note: I decided to start writing fictional writing for my creative writing page.

I was sitting at my kitchen table eating a bagel, when the music turned on. I could've sworn I was home alone. "Mom? Dad?" no answer. "Hello?" I sat there pondering the things it could've been. "Maybe it was a ghost." I joked to myself.

I went upstairs to turn off the music, and looked at my radio. It was off. I could still hear the music drifting to me from somewhere upstairs. Where is it coming from? I thought to myself. At that second the music started blsting and shattered my eardrums, seconds later it stopped all together.

I decided to lock up and go across the street to a my friend's house. I thought I was just imagining things, but little did I know, I was sadly mistaken.