Creative Writing Assignments

Photographic Fanstasy

Carly Gutters, a seventeen-year-old photographer, has seen lots of splendorous and unsightly images. However, the photos she takes everyday of a highschooler painting on a canvas or hurriedly jetting to class could never compare to the images she sees in the dead of night. Carly is known for her outlandish, over-the-top dreams. They aren't really 'nightmares' but they certainly aren't daydreams either.
Carly's dreams were a blessing and a curse. On one hand, they helped her come up with some great concepts to write about at school. She never got stressed out about her writing teacher giving her random word assignments, the dreams had that covered. On the other hand, they kept her up at night most nights. Not because they are scary, but because they are so weird.
One time Carly dreamt that a scarecrow was sledding down the snowy slopes of Colorado. First of all, why a scarecrow? Second, why was the scarecrow sledding of all things? It could be doing lots of things that would seem more realistic. For example, the scarecrow could have been carving a pumpkin, but no. It would rather sled down a snowy mountain.
Every night when Carly gets ready for bed, she gently places her camera on her desk and changes into her pajamas. She has placed her camera in the same spot repetitively for 3 years, ever since she joined her school's photography club. She cherishes her camera like it is a holy relic that must be preserved. Carly wholeheartedly believes that her camera is the single-best thing she has ever been given. Sometimes she wonders what her life would be like without it. I mean-the weird dreams really started to appear after she was gifted it from her long-distance uncle, Terry. But-Hey! That's crazy talk, a camera can't cause a person to have crazy dreams at night.
Carly wakes up at seven am every morning. As soon as she wakes up, she always documents her dreams in her Dream Log notebook. Today Carly wrote about her dreams from the night before, as she does everyday. Last night's dream was about a fish gutting machine and a malicious factory owner. The factory owner was drinking a slushie, a blue-raspberry slushie, and mass producing gutted fish to sell. Carly finished writing about her dream and looked at the paper. Why do I dream such weird things? She asked herself. Oh well. Dreams are just weird sometimes.
As Carly walked to school, she saw a family of deer frolicking in the field behind her house. She got excited and took a photo with her photography camera. That photo is going on her wall. Carly also prints her favorite pictures and hangs them above her bed. She has a photo of a scarecrow guarding a corn field, one of her little sisters sledding on a snowy mountain, and now one of a deer family frolicking together in a field.
Carly's day went swimmingly. No homework, and no softball practice. Once she arrived home she hung her newest photo above her bed and went to do her chores. That same night, as she slept, she dreamt of a family of deer running marathons together.