Creative Writing: Pressing Out From Under The Highway Bridge

It’s spring now and the winter was terrible let me tell you. There were 10 people dying every day from starvation or freezing to death or disease it was terrible. When we were marching there from the last battle we heard that there was going to be food there for 8 months turns out there was only food for 8 days. General Edwin and a bunch of other soldiers and commanders asked if they could leave and George had to let them go he just asked them if they would come back in the Spring ready to go. Hundreds of soldiers deserted valley Forge and went back home to their families.

As the 104th moves on from their real first test of battle, Stash is relieved he made it out of there alive. One thing for sure that this first battle taught him is always to be aware of what is around him. He told himself, just like in training, he can’t take his eye off anything from this point forward. He now knows this is real. There is no going back now.

At first glance of Trent Manning’s piece titled Self propelled we notice a man sitting in a small dingy boat with the absence of oars or a motor. He uses his same reoccurring color scheme placing your initial focus on the brighter red color of the sleeve on one of his arms. His arm draws your attention to the hand where there is no means of movement for this boat but by his own power. Manning seems to be critiquing the nursery rhyme “row, row, row your boat” from his perspective rather than just a simple song. The anguished look on his face portrays that there is nothing except his arms powering the boat.

Dear Mother, It’s has been indisputable here in the trenches, I’m in dire need of new socks. The doctors say they might have to amputate my foot if my trench foot gets any worse. Also if you could provide me with some next time you send me a package I would be beholden to you. In addition to the already gruesome situation, the rats have begun to eat the dead in no man’s land, and steal my bread when I’m not looking.

“So, what was life like before you met me?” Theodore asked Frank. Frank as very careful to only tell him about the last year or so of his life but didn’t mention anything about his old life. Frank stuttered “I-I was alone. Le-ft to die.

Each oarsman must time every individual stroke perfectly, or a series of unfortunate events will follow; the boat may begin to turn, the boat can rock from each rower slamming his oar into the water at different times, or a rower can catch a crab, which is to hit the water after everyone else and immediately slow the entire boat down. Perfect synchronicity is key to the composure of the

Another day was so much like the one before, and the many before that. He walked the house and grounds, slowly, letting time pass as it must. Alone, present but not present, for can one truly be there if no one knows of it? Like the saying he’d heard more than once over the unmeasured time of his existence: If a tree falls in the forest but no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? He ambled through the back yard, pausing under the tree from which he’d been hanged, cursing his tormentors, vowing to haunt them for all time.

Silk coats with brass buttons gleamed in the summer sun. Gaudy colors flashed in the volunteer firemen's parade The bright red and yellow felt pressed hats like poppies and daisies in a field, each painted with elaborate insignias and company emblems. I had not seen such a pageant since the war began, when fresh faced young boys marched out to defend the Union. Some returned men, hardened and roughed by conflict, if they returned at all. Oswald, my husband, stood at my side and complained loudly about the volunteer firefighters.

I quickly bonded with the kids in the class and enjoyed going there to talk to them and teach them how to swim; their ultimate goal being to

Captain says, "We might try my overcoat on the end of an oar and give you two boys a chance to rest. "(Sec 3). Captain used his overcoat which helps them to take some rest. While in the water, the captain instructs the cook, correspondent, and the oiler move carefully. The men realize that they have to work together to come out this situation.

Asleep on the Beach submitted 13 hours ago by ravacah I was a boy scout, though its been a few years since I’ve had much to do with them, but that’s a story for another time. For those of you who aren’t familiar with the program, there are these things you can get called merit badges, which basically are like “hey, I learned a bit about this topic”. Most years, troops will go to an official scout camp to work on stuff like that for a week or so.

Upon the swallowing waves, over the boat came, descending madly as it crashed upon bricks of water. Sea foam pelted at the sailors like bullets, fire billowed from the mast as those scrambled upon their last dredges of life to protect themselves. The last of the mast came crashing into the water. Far beyond, waves lapped at the edges of sandy beach. Fog rolled swiftly over the rustling palm trees, weaving low upon the ground as the passings of a storm began to reach the island.

In addition to being the leader of the club, I was also a role model. The youngest on the team looked up to me most. With my new outlook as captain, I was intent on guiding my teammates to success. The joy they felt after placing in a race was only surpassed by my pride for them. As their faces lit up with each win, I saw a reflection of myself in them:

When he entered his room, Biju was shivering, and Zoya's snores were a fortunate reminder of her untroubled sleep. Tip toeing his way, he crawled himself beside her and prayed that she didn't hear him entering the room. With a great difficulty Biju finally made himself comfortable, he closed his eyes and began an inevitable reminiscing about his strange night. The rush of having a secret that could endanger him was enthralling and profound. Trying to remember Namrata's smile, he found himself smiling too; it was a mad thing, there was no rationality to it, but it felt ecstatic, liberating.

I nearly drowned when I swam into the deep end of my friends pool , my mother had to jump in and pull me out of the water. Immediately afterwards my parents placed me in swim lessons. I struggled with swimming at first, but I persisted and became a strong swimmer. As my skills improved my parents had me join swim teams where I managed to go to the League Championship. Then I decided to apply my skills to lifeguarding.