Creative Writing: Free Examples
The launch of the Americana khakis for the young professional, in other to reconnect with the Identity of what GAP Inc. Comfortable, stylish, quality, strong American brand. Ill. Description of product or service. Gap Inc. And Its preppy khakis feel more comfortable, lightweight, wrinkle worry …
What makes a photographer influential? Photographers capture emotion, represent stories, and convey history. If you look at portraits of modern celebrities, you are likely to come across the name Annie Leibniz. She has taken portraits of everyone from John Lennox and Queen Elizabeth II to …
Trapped I’m standing out the front of the world’s scariest horror house, In universal Studios, Hollywood. Where I am about to enter through the entrance when my friend suggests that it’s not a very good idea, but shrug and say what could possibly happen besides …
For the first time in her life, Catherine Benson faced the prospect of spending Christmas alone. With a mixture of fond thoughts of the past and the sadness, she recalled the Christmas’s of her childhood happy times full of love, laughter and family togetherness. However, …
It was one o’clock when I finally arrived at the Marigold’s Mansion Resort. I am so excited to be here, to get away from home and the office for a few days, even though I so am spooked out to be staying in this haunted …
The rampant stench of death, yes, that’s it, that’s my earliest memory. The pungent odour of decay numbing my already haggard senses. The room couldn’t of been too big. I remember banging my head on a wall, and stubbing a toe on the opposite one. …
Mornings would normally be a 7 o’clock rise, day beginning at 8:30, released at 3:20. Today, being the holidays, I can drag myself away from all this for a blissful lie in. A bliss broken by the ‘bring’ing of the phone. “Yeah right” I thought …
The day in the city is starting: Claustrophobia. Frustration. Overcrowded. Crushing. Swarming. Cacophonous. Obstreperous. Clamorous. Vociferous. The gloomy grey sky, with its heavy nimbostratus clouds, blocking all of the sun’s rays from reaching the Earth. The smoke from the industrial factories polluting the atmosphere and …
The lattices unfolded, releasing images and numbers… people became clear, their lives known to me, a child of the mind… daughter of telepathy Can you see? Can you smell, hear, touch a million senses that aren’t yours? Can you sense a person’s innermost thoughts? See …
The night is velvet black. The streetlights are switched off; a would be cold dank street is illuminated by the fluorescent beam of the all-night diner, which watches the street, glancing through my window, an apartment above the hardware store. It could’ve disturbed my slumber …
Life is full of choices. Kelly, my best friend, made many choices; life altering choices. It sculpted the rest of her entire life. I, Karmen, was standing by her. Whatever happened to her. She was the only girl I had ever known who had the …
Bill locked the last bolt on the door. “Another day finished” Bill said with a sigh. “I’ll just finish putting these in the back room”. Sue heaved the last box into the storeroom and dropped it on the floor. She took the pencil out of …
Steve sat next to Tim with a small, permanent grin on his face. His life was finally back on track. Three months and he had managed to stay clean. It was a real achievement, something to be proud of. Not to mention the fact that …
The sun rose from behind the hill, at tower hill, as it climbed higher in the sky, its rays beamed through the window pains of the roof of the train station. Mr. Hitchin’s stood staring at the train schedule; he didn’t know where to go, …
It was exactly a week after my first day at NFG, and I had brought both overnight- and sleeping bag with me to school, as had everyone else in my class – it was time for the ‘get to know each other’-trip. The ‘get to …
‘Dear God…’ the mayor screamed, as he crawled out from under his desk and pulled open the draw to reveal a steel dagger point, ‘…forgive me,’ he cried as he charged at the beast’s stomach. The only spectator, a smartly dressed Indian who sat like …
Julie was perfect. She was smart, popular and pretty. Her naturally blonde hair was professionally styled at least once a week and her size eight figure was always gloved in designer labels heard of only in magazines, brought for her on Daddy’s credit card. She …
William Peterson rapped his knuckle against the hollow ply-board and gathered the familiar stench of damp cigarette stubs and oil into his lungs. The finger-stained door flapped open carelessly and the soft sound echoed round the concrete walls. A hand appeared, thrusting some worn keys …
At least the sun’s shining on this old decrepit prison. I can’t understand why they’ve put me in this remote room, alone. I’ve just arrived. From the 1st of December until my last breath, you would expect to be greeted with open arms, wouldn’t you? …
Despite it’s been two years since I last saw my father, the shadow of his back still remain vivid and clear in my memories. That winter, mother died and father lost his job. It was a day of tragedy and sadness. I left London for …
Averting attention had always been far too easy for Deft. Imperial transponder codes, too easy to attain, to forge… or have forged. “Commander Derivan, you have permission to proceed to sector 478. Please sir, do be careful, it is a savage world.”, the comm officer …
The street lamps dimly lit the rain-soaked streets of the small town in which I live. Terraced houses line each side of the narrow streets and the sound of raindrops on tiled roofs constantly drum in my ears. The streets are totally empty, not even …
‘It’s always best when the light is out, I am the pick in the ice Do not cry out or hit the alarm, you know we’re friends ’til we die’ – Thom Yorke (Radiohead), ‘Climbing Up The Walls’ ‘Alone. The most awful word in the …
Standing there all alone wondering what to do and what I could see. Looking down at all the branches not even being able to see the soft green grass below me. I looked out into the distance thinking to myself I wish I was in …
Once there was a boy he was 6 years old, and his name was Michael Myers, his sister was only 15 when on one Halloween Michaels mum and dad went to a parents evening. So his sister was looking after him for the night his …
Phone rang. It broke the silence of my seething rage. Its high piercing sound irritated me for some reason. I wanted to scream. Lisa wouldn’t normally cause me to feel that way (maybe it wasn’t just Lisa, but she had been getting to me recently). …
I couldn’t breathe. I could feel a large weight on top of me but when I looked there was nothing there. It was getting heavier and heavier. I tried to scream but every time that I tried I felt a shooting pain in my chest. …
Raquel Browning, a private investigator, sat at the window and watched him walk past. His head was lowered, and his right hand held his overcoat fixed firmly against the wind. She watched him until he was out of her range of sight, then she picked …
I was walking in the thick white snow, my cheeks pale pink, and my eyes wet, from the cold, razor-sharp wind that seemed to blow across my face. My hands in my pocket and my head down prevented me from seeing my way, so I …
Today, my brain is a whirlwind of emotions: memories from my past. A past I would like to forget but can’t. I will begin my story, my story, from when I was just six years of age and taken from my family. It feels strange …