Creative Writing

Memories

Description: For this project, we had to take a series of memories and write about them in ten sentences, and one of which had to be something made up, or from the future. Then we were to take those stories and present them in a creative way. I chose to put them on a poster, but first I drew and tree and used colorful, green paper to put over the stories so that when you read them you have to flip up the colorful paper to see it. I would have to say this was not one of my best works mainly because ten sentences is not enough for me to write about something, and the poster made me stay up till three in the morning to finish up. However, I think it is nice because people can get to know me a little better through this. Hope you enjoy and as a side note, in no way are these in chronological order.

Charles Documentary
Last summer, my family and I visited Utah, staying in a beautiful, secluded country cabin. While enjoying the peaceful day, my brothers and I tossed around a Frisbee along the large expanse of the front lawn, and as we flung the disk to one another, our circle gradual inched towards the thick grass at the front of the lot. My oldest brother misjudged his aim and power in his throw and sent the Frisbee far over our heads and it landed straight into the patch of colossal grass. My other older brother went to retrieve the piece of entertainment, but while he was searching he yelled at us to come and see something that he had found. We all looked in the direction of his pointed figure and there, hidden deep in the grass, was a small, lizard thing. Immediately, the four of us became excited and mesmerized by the tiny creature, whom we named Charles, and I decided I wanted to pick him up. I retrieved our Frisbee and gradually coaxed the lizard onto the surface with a stick, and suddenly, he scrambled onboard. We carried him around so that he could witness the bigger world beyond the grass, and during this time, someone had brought out the video camera where we documented the adventures of Charles. Although we enjoyed every minute with the cold-blooded creature, our time with Charles was short as my brothers and I made the tough decision every parent has to make to let the little lizard go on his own. 'It's for the best' we all told ourselves as Charles scampered away, his pointed tail disappearing back into the thick grass.

Climbing Tree
Outside the noisy walls of my house stood this one tree that served as my way of getting away from reality. I loved climbing this tree as a kid whether it be sunny, cloudy, wet from the rain, or freezing from the snow. I had devised my own way of getting up into the gnarled branches by first hanging upside down and swinging my legs onto two branches. Then I would pull the rest of my body up and position myself into a sitting position. This tree was perfect for me because it had a branch to sit on, one to lean against, and another for a foot rest. I would sit up there for hours listening to the birds and watching the leaves sway in the breeze. Sometimes I would bring food or coloring books up in there to mimic what I had seen in movies. But, I will always remember trying to climb as high as I could, going up until twigs scrapped against my face and the branches bellow seemed to be faltering under my weight. In the end, it was all worth it because I had grasped an incredible view from so high in the tree. Sadly, overtime that tree got sick and eventually we had to take it down, but still today I will look out my window and remember the bitter-sweet memories of climbing that tree.

Blanky
As everyone has had during their early years of life, I had my own, beloved blanket that never left my side. My blanky was unique because it wasn't a typical, big blanket. Rather, it was small, about the size of a hand towel, completely white and thin, and the best part, I owned several of them. I loved these blankets to death, so much that I carried them around everywhere. But, it wasn't long until my mischievous father decided to mess with my prized possession. He would come up to me and lie on his stomach, and the moment I looked away, he snatched it from my fingers. Being the defiant little creature I was, I put on a pouty frown and plucked my blanky back from his grasps. On and on this game would go as we each took our turn of seizing the blanket from the other's possession. But for some reason, I thought that this was the funniest game ever as I would laugh hysterically every time I grabbed the blanket from my dad's hands. Still to this day I recall the joy of playing with my dad as we passed my blanky to one another.