Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart

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The sun beats is a furnace.The desert roars, merciless in its power and greed. Gasping, groveling, the figures lurch forward, their actions lined with hysteria. Grey skin is pulled tightly over jutting cheekbones. Simian, unhuman. Eyes are black pits, engulfed in a network of wriggling blue veins. Below, silhouettes of ancient figures loom across the sand. Decrepit with the appearance of age, their backs are bent roughly into unnatural positions. Malleable. Broken. Thud, thud. Invisible boxers slam punches through their brains. Blades of suffering stab manically at their bodies. Skin, muscle, bone crack with the strain: the demise of human feeling. Some of the figures look to the horizon, their eyes wondering just out of reach. The majority just stare downward. Cold as corpses, left for death. …show more content…

Rise and Fall. Inhale. Exhale. It rumbles like an ocean, ancient. Violent. Waves after waves crash down from the dunes, aided by the wind. The sand flows like molten gold, speckled with nuggets of onyx and quartz. Bright beams of light bounce of the sand, leaving delicate arcs of colour spattering its surface. It is a single, beautiful being. Where one dune falls, another forms. The individual grains cling together in unity, driven by a magnet-like force. The clusters gravitate towards the centre of the desert, clicking like clockwork with each other until they are a single, unfeeling machine, an ornate layer of silk draped expertly over endless plains. Elegant. Exquisite. Smothering. The grains buzz and pop like overexcited children, unable to remain stable in confined quarters. Potential energy radiates of them, directly into the belly of the sand. It leaves ripples of motion through the earth and the desert thrums with power and wealth. The halcyon glow is

The Monkey Wrench Gang: The Law breaking Heroes
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Creative Writing: The Aftermath
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Creative Writing: Things Fall Apart
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Creative Writing: Join The Black Panthers Now !
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The Valley of the Ashes in the Great Gatsby
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Old Man Monologue
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I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
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The Warrior: A Poem Analysis
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Creative Writing: The Bad Beginning
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The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
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Creative Writing: Trapped!
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she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
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Farthing Ale Creative Writing
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