Head Creative Writings Samples For Students

I fought the law, and the law almost lost.
I was born in Los Angeles flower garden on the wrong side of town. My earliest memories are scrabbling through refuse for food and clothing. One day I was casing a 7-11 when I saw another kid my age eying the candy rack. A thief knows a thief when he sees one, and this guy clearly didn’t know how to do the job right. I could see the Pakistani man who ran the place staring at him. His brow was furrowed, and I knew he was close to coming ...

‘You have to close your eyes,’ Megan said. Smiling, Frankie closed her eyes and allowed Megan to lead her into the room.‘Okay,’ said Megan, ‘open!’

Frankie opened her eyes and stared. There, on her chest of drawers, propped against the wall, was a beautiful mirror. It was large in size – Frankie could see her and Megan’s full reflections from their thighs upwards – and it was framed in white marble, carved into the shapes of flowers and leaves, running down the side of the mirror.

‘It’s beautiful.’ Frankie ran her hand down the side of the mirror, pausing ...

Her hands shook, each finger twitching in a frenzied and broken rhythm that no one could have possibly understood. That was okay, the rhythm of her fingers matched the erratic beating of her heart at that moment. She had done something horrible, something that she might never have believed possible of herself in a million years. Worse than that though, so much so in fact that she felt it as a sudden awakening in the pit of her stomach, she’d enjoyed it. She had put a gun to a man’s head and pulled the trigger, and she ...

When I first held Angie in my arms I felt her smiling. Her little pink face was twisting in a happy grimace and she instantly made me laugh. She looked so funny with her two-three curly stripes of fair hair, her big, round eyes, an almost invisible nose and a toothless wide open mouth that seemed to shout her ecstasy of being alive. When she started walking I realized that she would be a naughty child. She was so energetic, constantly jumping, running, falling, then rising up and jumping and running again. She started to grow beautiful thick blonde ...

My name is (name) and I was charged with a crime in July of 2004. At that time I was a single parent with one child in college and another living at home. I also had my brother living with me at the time as well. It is unfortunate that it was my brother that reported me the San Diego Fraud Unit, but I was charged with living fraudulently in my mother’s home. My mother purchased this home in 1997 and transferred power of attorney to my control in an attempt to convince me to move to California. However, my ...

I can feel the stage being set, as if something in the air awakens me to it. Among the ear-piercing drumming and shredding, the singer’s vocal cords fleeing from his throat screaming “NIGHTMARE,” the raven-black crowd starts backing away from one another as they create a semi-perfect circle. Everyone is stalking their prey across the circle as they wait for the chorus to start. Suddenly, I feel a sweaty grip pulling my left hand into the crowd away from the circle to the front rows. Startled, I tilt my head to see who is pulling me – it is ...

Executive Summary . 3

Background ...4
Objectives..5

Scope .6

Assumptions6
Limitations..7

Procedures performed.8

Findings...9

Source and support documents11

Executive Summary
It has become clear over the course of our investigation that there is a fraud perpetrator at Delta Technology, using the purchasing department to create false fluctuation in the stock a provisory supplier, for personal gain. After collecting all the available evidence, there is a clear pattern of abuse, and sufficient evidence for assuming guilt, as will be demonstrated throughout the following report. Based on this information it is clear that action should be taken to terminate the offending perpetrator, and to move to recover what funds possible through cancelation of ...

Scene: Act 5, Scene 6-8

Setting:
CAST:
a. Malcolm - Badr
b. Macduff - Irfan
c. Siward - Tarek

SUMMARY:

We have chosen to interpret the Act 5, Scenes 6 to 8 of William Shakespeare’s Tragedy of Macbeth. These scenes portray how stand out to lead his soldiers towards the castle. Shakespeare provided a remarkable way of creating Malcolm’s character especially when he announced that Young Siward and Siward are the ones who will lead the first battle. Scene 7 on the other hand, portrays how Macbeth waited on the battlefield in order to defend his castle. Macbeth was eager to defend his ...

Infants reach several milestones from the very moment they are born up to the age of one year. During this time, babies change with regard to their reaction to everything around them and each day unique growth and development is noticeable (Martin 2008). It is imperative to not that each individual baby reach their milestones in their own unique way and at their own pace. Many of the milestones that they reach cut across and do not vary greatly (Meggitt 2006). There is a child I have seen grow and develop from one stage to another reaching these milestones just ...

Synopsis

A man stands blindfolded in a firing line. He is dirty, wearing rags, and looks as though he has been tortured. It is clear by his surroundings that he is being held at a type of military base. His skin color differentiates him from that of his captures, who wear cleanly pressed uniforms. Their expressions are emotionless and stern. The man shakes but remains where he stands.
A flashback takes place. We see the man’s home and himself as a child. His childhood home is small and modest. It is not dirty, but it is lived-in. His mother prays in ...

I remember walking through some double doors and all of a sudden, I am come under a hail of gunfire. With two guns in hand, I shot a guy to my left, right and behind me just before I was shot in the head. It should have never happened I said as I lay here dying, I am reminded of how I got here in the first place; let’s turn back the clock to March 11, 1981. It all started when I was 7-years-old; my father was a low-level informant in the family, and he feels he was destined to be the ...

The moon rises high in the sky, its silvery light creating an eerier aura, as the screams of a woman echoes through the landscape. The creature turns its head attracted by the sounds of pain and fear as it rips through the veil between the living and dead. “The night of Samhain,” it thinks, “the perfect night for escape.” As the time when the veil between the living and dead is the thinnest, Samhain is the time signally the end of lightness and the beginning of darkness. Exhausted creature slides down to the Earth, the first time it had been ...

The concept process involves the idea of following the essential process in ensuring the concepts regarding the issue are highlighted and covered. After getting involved with the idea of waiting, researching and its connection in our heritage and religion, also the fact that waiting for people usually not understand the life definition of it and the emotional process, it is rather an inevitable process that is necessity than roughly noteworthy.
I stepped into a moment when I felt engaged with it. I thought of making a piece of art that voice out the moment of waiting, feeling of the once ...

Short Story – Margaret Jams

Two little girl scouts made their way down the quite neighbourhood street, dragging a rickety wagon behind them. Its wheels squeaked on every rotation, burdened by the dozens of boxes of cookies. The girls very in a cheerful spirit, singing songs that children often sing, skipping after every step of two they took. It was a sunny day, yet the sun seemed a little dim, its light and warmth touching the earth, but not quite. Autumn was stirring, causing leaves to waft down from the drying branches of trees. The song of the girls, the beat of their steps, their intermittent giggling, and ...

Analysis of Nick Bottom from A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Nick Bottom, along with Puck, is one of the two characters in A Midsummer Night’s Dream who are centrally involved with all three of the stories taking place throughout the play. He is a member of the Mechanicals, a group of fools who also work as craftsmen in Athens. They also perform plays for fun and are currently working on Pyramus and Thisbe, in the hopes that Duke Theseus would want to see the play on his wedding day, and be so moved by the performance that he would grand them sixpence each day into perpetuity. Bottom plays the lead ...

“I don’t want to go.”

“You’re going.” Dad placed my pink suitcase on my bed, while I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. The suitcase was an embarrassing thing I still used when I traveled, something for a much younger girl. Bad enough, but this vacation was the worst idea I’d ever heard of.

“I can stay home by myself for a week. I’m fourteen years old. I can look after myself.”

Mom came in the room and glanced at Dad. “I don’t understand why you don’t want to go, Emily. You were always fascinated with Egypt, the pyramids, and the tombs when you were in elementary school.”

“Just watch the news!” I was getting really frustrated. They ...

The Neighbour’s Perspective

I stepped out that morning and embraced the day. It was sunny and the heat beat down upon my face like water from a shower head. I had always liked days like this as I usually felt more relaxed and calm which is something of a rarity for me. I’ve never understood people who dislike the summer; it’s a beautiful time of year: children playing and laughing; women in beautiful, floating dresses; and lush, green trees encased in healthy, lustrous leaves and bright flowers. Even the greyest of concrete structures seems to sparkle in the sunlight and I find it ...

Jim bit his lip as he leaned against the door frame. He watched his wife open her suitcase and start packing her possessions into it. He knew that he hadn’t been a perfect husband, and he also knew that they’d been having problems for a while. There had been frequent arguments, slammed doors and the revving of engines as one of them drove off into the night, furiously wiping tear-filled eyes. It had been hard to bear, but he still loved her in spite of all that.

He watched as she packed the long, red dress she had bought ...

Jim leant against the door frame, biting his lip. He watched his wife open her suitcase and start packing her possessions into it.

He knew that he hadn’t been a perfect husband, and he also knew that they’d been having problems for a while. The frequent arguments, the slamming of doors; the revving of engines as one of them drove off into the night, furiously wiping tears away from their eyes, had been hard to bare. But despite all of that, he still loved her.

He watched as she packed the long, red dress she had bought on their ...

Emily sat and explored just purchased ancient manuscript with unknown runes. She tried not to miss any symbol and understand its true meaning. For a long time she sat in front of her laptop monitor at her desk, surfing the Internet. After all, she could not hold everything in her head and her memory was not perfect. And it can filter out some information.
For Emily it was very important, what she did, after all, she dedicated her life to this. Well, but when she was a child, she could not even imagine it.
It was already too late ...

Analysis of GDP and Its Limitations

Analysis of GDP and Its Limitations

Introduction

Predominantly, economic well-being has great connections with social well-being (Easterlin, 2001). As such, most of the public policies that are intended to improve the social welfare are usually directed towards variables that indicate economic welfare. However, not all aspects of social well-being have direct linkage with economic wellness. Thus, economic progress in a country does not entirely translate to social happiness among citizens since some economic growth policies involve trade-offs between social risk and income growth (Bok, 2009).
In essence, economic well-being entails a measure of economic wellness of citizens in a country ...

used to spend a lot of time
in the forests and campsites

Hiking mountains, crossing paths

Wasn’t easy way to stick,
but just check this song and feel it:

She was a girl, who wanted to fly

and once she caught a butterfly

So happy, free and flying high.

When she was driving in a car
it hit a light, crushing too far

She was unconscious,

almost dead,
with steering wheel right in her head.

The doctors made her live once more,

though almost nobody was sure
that Julie will be back again
with family and friends right then.

The days went past with sun on shore

Cause Julie had her friends once more,
Her name remains until she dies
A Julie Hill - a Butterfly.
Then something happened with my mind ,
I was ...

It has been determined throughout history, education should be viewed as a fundamentally moral and political enterprise, where the cultivation of moral agency is central to the educational aims. The idea of education following moral and political enterprise should make it clear history should be void of fallacies, but in reality it is quite clear this is not the case, and that history is told from the perspective or viewpoint of the victor. “The Wars” written by Timothy Findley was originally published in 1977, and since then, it has been translated into nine different languages. This paper will compare ...

Michael was doing what he was always doing on a Thursday night. He was seated comfortably in his armchair in the living room watching his favourite TV show, is home-made spaghetti Bolognese on his lap, and a cold beer on the table next to him. Mike was one of those guys, a creature of habit. Living alone for 3 years does that to you, I guess. Every weekday evening he would come home from work at somewhere between 5:30 and 6 pm, say hello to his cat Pontius, who didn’t seem to care whether he came home or ...

Susie was not one to cast judgment on another person because she was not that kind of girl; that was not the kind of person her parents had raised her to become. In the brightly lit hollow that was her bedroom, she stood and wondered why her brother could be so mean and hateful to her. They had spent nine months together in their mother’s womb. That should have been enough time to bond, in Susie’s opinion.
Timothy was older by nine minutes. It was hardly the blink of an eye, Susie was sure, when it came ...

The Name of Instructor

The Name of the Institution
Short Story Scenario Using Two (2) Different Genres to Write the Same Story
Comedy Genre Beginning with a Complication Story Starter Scenario
“Shut up!” she said while gritting her teeth together and kicking him hard on the leg beneath the table.
“Ouch! What?! I didn’t say anything!” he charged as he attempted to soothe his leg by rubbing it gently with his hand.
“You might as well have! Look at how you’re looking at her cleavage and hyperventilating like a mad man!” Sharon said to him scowling and trying to lower her ...

Among my siblings, cousins and friends, I was considered the least shy child, whose refreshing openness and blunt straightforwardness were the building blocks of a perfectly balanced personality of a leader. I presume that the yet underdeveloped ability to reflect upon my thoughts and actions has led to the current and extremely unfortunate lack of vivid memories about my years as a chief of our local redoubtable gang of about six children, whose age ranged between 4 and 6 years. However, when sweet nostalgia takes over my mind and forces my eyes to lose their focus, the unclear images soaring on the ...

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THE FIRST VISUALS CONTRAST MYSTERIOUS, SCARY, EXOTIC FAR AWAY PLACES WITH THE FRIGHTENING STARK NEW ENGLAD UNPAINTED HOUSE

THEIR PURPOSE IS TO SET THE ATMOSPHERE FOR STRANGE, AND NIGHTMARISH LOCATIONS. THE NARRATOR IS SPEAKING AS THE FILM SHOWS SCENES OF MYSTERIOUS PLACES: ANCIENT ITALIAN CATACOMBS AND GRAVEYARDS, CRUMBLING RHINE CASTLES, RUINS OF TEMPLES IN ASIA IN SHADOWS, GERMAN FORESTS AND HIGH DANGEROUS CLIFFS IN MOUNTAINS . . . TO THE WORST A PLAIN UNPAINTED HOUSES IN NEW ENGLAND SQUATING DEEP IN THE BACK WOODS . . .

NARRATOR (SPEAKING DARKLY AS THE SCENES OF SCARY PLACES ARE VIEWED BY THE AUDIENCE

Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places. For them are the catacombs of Ptolemais, and the carven mausolea of the nightmare countries. They climb to the moonlit towers of ruined Rhine castles, and ...

With a Gin Vermouth in her hand, Harper sat down at the kitchen table. She took a sip, and licked the rim of the glass, eyeing the two Valium pills on the table. The lingering aftertaste of love-making was soon washed away, as she heard a voice behind her. “Not letting go deforms you, and the truth sets us free. Joe is gone, Harper. You should be gone, too.” She recognized the voice being her own, she recognized the thought being a product of her own mind.
“I am crazy,” she thought and a tear came flickering down her face. “I am crazy, ...

ACT I

OPENING IMAGE – Shot of a rainy cityscape at night; a clock strikes midnight. Joey Amana walks out of the back door of an underground casino, hurriedly and with a stifled expression of panic in his face. He holds a briefcase, and stumbles toward a car on the far side of a parking lot.
(Insert flashback scene of previously in the casino: text on the screen could read “5 Minutes Earlier” or its equivalent. Joey is confidently pulling in all the money he just won in front of some angry mobsters. He says he did not cheat, he just “knows how to play cards.” Voiceover ...

Neal walked out of the house and started to stroll towards his car. Neal began re-collecting nostalgic memories that happened during happier times, when he and his ex- girlfriend Kristine were together. The woman that Neal had enjoyed a long relationship with broke up with him and no longer wants to see him. It represented the greatest shock imaginable for Neal. The ex-girlfriend, Kristine, was not only a beautiful attractive woman but above that – she was brave and hard working. Her unrivaled characteristics had made Neal love her so much that he was sure that they would end up together. The ...

Following the American Psychological Association’s Guidelines

Part 1: 1. Intelligent, charismatic, strong, integrity, forthright, funny
2. The individual in question, my seventh grade history teacher, was the things listed and so many more. These things, however, are the characteristics that have stuck with me through the years. Primarily I remember how smart he was. He would teach us the state curriculum that was required, but he always knew more about the battle, war, speech, event, or person we were learning about at that time. He would share the information excitedly with the class and it would make me think that he was not only smart, ...

“Careful dear,” my mother lovingly caressed my hair as I bumped into her while frantically running upstairs on my way to the roof top. I would be nine years old tomorrow and she still treats me as if I am a three. I didn’t in the least like her gestures of love. ”Why can’t she just keep her hands off me? Why on earth she has to make a show of it every damn time I am near her? Just the thought of her touching me makes me puke,” angrily I mused as I continued to run upstairs. I ...

Tuk. Tuk. Tuk. The sound of the watchman beating his stick on the pavement fell upon Neal’s ears. The sound stirred his sleep. He thought as if his own heart was pounding. Was he getting a heart attack? The sound became louder and he was scared stiff. He was perspiring. He pushed off the blanket. The sound became louder. It was followed by a shrill whistle. It was faint at first, but slowly became louder and louder. When he heard the whistle, he realized that the sound was made by the watchman, beating his stick as he made his rounds. ...

World’s Columbian Exposition of 1893 celebrated the 400th founding anniversary of America where Chicago fought for its privilege to hold the exposition for a whole year stretching from October 1892 – 1893. (“The World’s Columbian Exposition”) It was a memorable The exposition happened just 22 years after the Chicago fire of 1871, 28 years after the American Civil War, and finally in the wake (more than 7 years after) of the 1886 Haymarket Square bombing, which saw the birth of the “May Day” or May 1 “Loyalty Day”, an event commemorated by most of the world today (Thale, “World’s ...

Organization Structure

Introduction
Marriott Hotels and Resorts is an international flagship brand boasting full-service resorts and hotels. This brand is constantly expanding in order to conquer new territories. The new division in the Marriott Hotels and Resorts is inspired by a gap in the hotel industry. With increasing demand for tourist resorts around the world, the international flagship company is inspired to start a new division to cater to the gap. In this respect, Marriott Hospitality and Leisure will add to the growing list of properties under the Marriott Hotels and Resorts portfolio. Additionally, the division will autonomously carry out its operations ...

CAREER PLAN

Inspired by the fact that I will be graduating in 2014, I endear to develop a career development plan which is in tandem with my educational backgrounds and capabilities. As time advances and I near graduation, a lot of questions race through my mind as to whether I have acquired all the essential skills and knowledge pertaining my course of study. So far I have gained a lot from the university and the lecturers. My major in criminology is on the right track and a further aspiration to study HRD for my masters will be possible after graduation thanks to Abu Dhabi Police ...

As a woman, I am always concerned about safety. There are many categories of safety including physical, social, financial, and environmental safety. Due to their physical weakness and maternal roles, women are susceptible to physical attacks, rape, emotional abuse, and economic discrimination. Safety is therefore a major concern for me because I believe that when they adequate security, financial freedom and environmental protection, women will proper and social institutions will be strong.
Global warming is the second issue of concern. Human activity has contributed immensely to global warming and the extreme weather patterns being witnessed are a clear indication that global ...

It started with the bullfighting. I had never been a fan of the sport itself; indeed, I had never really considered it; but there I was, in Valencia, watching the matadors wave their flags at the heads of the bulls. I had never seen anything like it before, and it was an image that will be seared into my brain as demonstrative of my time in Spain for the rest of my life.
There is so much to say about bullfighting. There is a rich history of bullfighting in Spain and Portugal, but everyone seems to have an opinion about ...

“Nannie has escaped again.”

Those words, coming through the cell phone, smashed into him like an icy wave.
“How can they keep letting this happen? Don’t they have security? When? Where? Do they have any idea where she went?”
“Nope.” His sister sounded resigned. “I’ll check the usual places down south, and you check the ones up north, okay?”
“I don’t have time for this, Taylor, you hear me? I don’t have time to go chasing her all over creation--”

“She is your grandmother, Brandon--”

“--just because she can’t stay put in her nursing home, all right? I don’t ...

Introduction

In a village south of California, there lived a family consisting of caring parents who natured and brought their children in the nature that enables them to fit to the society in the most admirable and positive. It was in this family that a young girl by the name Joanne lived. She was a young girl and admirable in the face of the many people living in the surrounding societal set up.
It was late in the evening that the girl decided to take the usual normal ride on her bicycle to the coastlands around the beach. The site was the best ...

It was late but Shelly proudly strut to her car because she felt great about her workout at the local gym. Wiping sweat from her overly tanned forehead, she unlocked her car and climbed in. The first thing she noticed was the alert light on her Galaxy phone because she’d missed five calls from her husband. Nervously, she called him back immediately. Finally, he answers in a whispering voice saying; “Call 911 I hear someone in the house.” And then, dead air followed. Shelly was frantic, she called 911 while she raced home on the dark and barely visible ...

The light began to creep through the curtains and tip toe on Elise’s face. She threw the duvet up over her head, and violently cocooned herself in her bed. In spite of her hopes to fall back to sleep, the sound of 80s music echoed in her mind. The door let out a creek as it slowly started to open. Elise slyly removed one eye from her nest of blankets to see who was sneaking into her room. A moment of silence followed. A voice rang out, “Thriller! Thriller night!” Michael Jackson blared from a radio in the hallway. Elise ...

Little Jimmy Boyd was running down the stairs, still wearing his dark blue pajamas, with little spaceships on it. His nimble little fingers were sliding down the handrail, while his feet were almost flying. Jimmy would always wake up earlier than necessary, because that was the rare time he would get to see his father, a relentless stockbroker who worked night and day to be able to provide for his family all the things he did not have as a child. His promised himself that his family will have all their wishes come true.
The window on the right side ...

Today’s the big day, thought the sperm, the day I finally get out of this cramped room and I can swim free. Something in him was telling him that ejaculation was about to happen, and that it would happen in the environment he was meant for – the perfect one for fertilization. He knew he had a lot of work ahead of him, around him were about a billion of his brothers, all geared up and ready to get out there. As all of them knew, they had a mission to complete, a race to win – and only one of them would win ...

One hot morning in Sua Pan, Mr Flamingo was standing in the wetland, preening his feathers. It was the wet season in Botswana, and the overnight fall had created the perfect level for Mr Flamingo to enjoy himself.

He looked at his reflection in the pool. ‘Oh my,’ he sang, ‘I am the most beautiful bird there ever was. My feathers are pinker and shinier than any other flamingo’s.’

Nearby a group of female flamingos were having breakfast. They were picking through the water’s bed, searching for shrimp. They had all heard what Mr Flamingo was saying. One ...