Neighborhood Creative Writings Samples For Students

Nice and peaceful. Just the way I like it.
I set the shovel to one side and wiped the sweat from my brow. I will just wash away the traces of dirt that smeared by face as the mud-stricken gloves accidentally brushed my flushed cheeks. I looked around one more time just to make sure that nobody saw me. At 3:00 am on a cold October dusk, I could never be sure. Teenagers nowadays stay awake nibbling on their laptops. It was hard work but well worth it, considering the consequences of not doing it. My hand reached for ...

When one asks the question: what is crime? He or she can prepare for many answers, the truth is what was not a crime yesterday can very well be a crime today; therefore a universal answer would be anything that the authorities governing a geography location deems illegal is a crime. Crime comes in different categories from felony to misdemeanor.
Felonies are characterized as violent crimes, crimes that inflict pain to another’s body: murder and assaults, including domestic violence and assaults committed with motor vehicles; sexual violence; and mental violence. Physical crimes-crimes that inflict pain or death on another person’s body, ...

Advocating for children with special needs is something that can be done every day in very small ways. Paying attention to special needs and education legislature is one way to do this. Carefully studying political candidates and voting according to their stance on education and special needs is one way to advocate for these types of individuals. By voting to ensure that these types of individuals are cared for is a way to make sure that appropriate legislature and laws get passed. Through this type of advocacy, it is possible to help those with special needs and ensure their proper ...

“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 ...

Has anyone ever noticed a lot of people around that don’t really register on the radar? They aren’t invisible, not exactly. But on the other hand they are more like ghosts than the real people in the city. When real people are rushing around to work sometimes there are flickers in and out of the crowds on the sidewalk. Or grayish shadows moving along the edges of the building even on a sunny day. Since there is no such thing as ghosts they must be people. Right? Probably people who are like that can do a lot of things real ...

History students would agree that the working population’s challenges became more noticeable during the late eighteenth and early nineteenth century in Europe and America as compared to any other period in time. France relied on the close-by weave frameworks and corporate solidarity of working artisan trades. Nonetheless, urban growth did not stop bringing together traders with a much experienced way of doing trade leading to the reality of which a couple of specialists has judged it as a way of creating class and taste around French workers. History shows that a social affiliation inside trade bundles cannot speak to uprising in the ...

Creative Writing

Part 1

Sometimes she wished she had never seen the advertisement. She sat in her room, with all the windows and doors closed. She was not sure of what would happen next. She wished she could go back in time and redo the things again. Only if she had a time machine to go back two weeks!
Alice was a lovely girl in her teens. She was the heartthrob of all in her school. The boys used to try to woo her with their advances and chivalrous attitude. They would buy her a cup of coffee or drink, and seek chances ...

English

Open-form narrative, a personal story that emphasizes a distinct, subjective view about a specific topic that relates to literacy and/or media: My name is Daniel.
I was born in San Felix, a poor town located between the Orinoco and Caroni River, the most important rivers or Venezuela. It was May 5th 1983, two months later after the Black Friday, not the Black Friday the people of United States of America have after the Thanksgiving Day, but one of the most difficult day my country suffered in the last forty years. Our currency, the bolivar lost 50% of its value and the country ...

Introduction

Manoj Misra is the name of the little boy keenly under consideration. The little Manoj was born on December 9th on the year 1999. He is at the age of 13 years and this has led to development of various issues and has undergone the various stages in the context of getting the experiences. The little boy was born in December in the town of new Delhi in India. And this has led to the developmental of the various social, economic and political issues related to the exposure of the little boy. His general description is of average waist ...

I hate cats. With all my furry being, I hate cats. They don’t have anything on dogs – dogs run, and jump, and play, and do all the things that make their masters smile and laugh. Those who own dogs know that they are loved; our wagging tails, our bright, begging eyes, our infectious running are hugs tips that we enjoy their company right back. We love our masters, and they love us right back.

But cats? Cats couldn’t care less. They seem to specialize in the fine art of exhibiting boredom. All they do is sit around ...