Intro Writing Assignment-Prompt

Caila Williams
Mr. Shelton
Creative Writing
22 January 2016

April showers brings May flowers, at least thats what my granny used to tell me. But one day, she
disappeared and nobody knew what happened to her. We checked everywhere we knew she went the
most. No one seen her, no one heard from her, she just vanished. What's weird is that the moment
she disappeared my cousin Jason, seemed to act differently, more quiet, to himself. So I took it upon
myself to check in on him one day, found my granny's necklace on the floor of his kitchen floor. It all
clicked then. Cousin Jason didnt like that my grandmother had took him out of her will. He was angry
and retaliated in the worse way possible. Why didnt he just let her know how he felt? I wonder why
granny took him out of her will. Maybe he did something bad, maybe she didnt have anything to give
him. I guess I wont ever be able to find out. As I picked up the necklace and turned around my
cousin was standing directly behind me, I jumped and looked at him. Why did you do it? He didnt
say anything instead he grabbed my and tried to strangle me. I tried to get him to let go. I reached
back on the table to grab the nearest object. Luckily is was a flower vase. I hit him upside the head
with it which only made him stumble back but at least he let go of my throat. As I tried to regain my
breath he charged at me and threw me into the table. You shouldve minded your own business! I
tried to get back on my feet but the floor was slippery from the water that came from the vase.
You couldve lived past today! I'm not letting you get away! I'm not going to jail! Jason scream at
me. Regaining my balance I grabbed onto the counter edge and grabbed the biggest knife I could
see. Once he came charging back at me I knew then how the day was going to and, I like living, I
know my time isnt up and I refuse to go without a fight. Before you know it, it was all over as quickly
as it started. I dropped the knife and walked over to the phone to call the police. And that's why
officer, is why I had to murder my Uncle.

Untold Stories

Karl the Great

Now! This behemoth youre about to see will shock you. It will send chills down
your spine! It is a great honor to introduce to you the biggest man on earth! Karl the
Humongous! Amos Calloway announced.
Fee Fi Foe Fum
Crowd Cheers
I walk out the tent and stand to my full height, looking into the crowd, I'm just
flabbergasted by the crowd. The cheers grow louder and the i raise the torch and spit
water into it, flames erupt and the crowd goes crazy. They love me. I went from not
being accepted, hated even, to loved. These people praise me. Taking a few steps the
ground shakes just a little bit. Amos told me to look mean but I dont know why, I'm not a
mean person.
Are you not impressed ladies and gentlemen? Does he not entertain you?
Amos belched into the microphone.
I walk around the smallish arena and try my best to look intimidating, even
though the crowd never looks scared. As I start leaving the arena I cant help but feel
lonely. As much as I am around people and as much fun as it is, Im lonely. No one
understands me. Ever since Edward Bloom left I just never found a friend again. He was
the only one I really trusted, he gave me this great life. I dont have to live in fear. Even
with the upgraded life, I still dont have anyone to call a friend.
Going back to my dresser room, customly built of course, I change clothes.
Excuse me, Mr. Karl, you have a guest. One of the assistances of the company
announced shyly.
I dont want company right now. I tell her solemnly.
He goes by a name of Edward Bloom. He says its urgent, and that he is a
friend. She says more confident.
Edward? Hes here?
Let him in. I say hiding my excitement.

A figure walks into my dressing room and immediately comes over towards me.
Oh Karl, my good friend, its such a great pleasure to see you again. How have
you been? He asks in the friendly voice of his.
Edward! I have been doing great, life is wonderful here, thank you for everything
you have done for me. How are you? How is your wife? I ask in a pleasing tone.
She is wonderful as am I. I am sorry for the random pop up but I need a favour
and I was wondering if you would come down with me to that old town Spectre and lend
a hand. There is a woman there who needs my help, she refuses it but I know she really
wants it. I am fixing up her house, to give her a better place to live. Her house is
leaning, almost looks like it's been sliced diagonally. Would you be a good friend and
help me move it over? He asks skeptically.
I think it over, I cant reuse somebody in need of help. Where would I be if
Edward didnt come help me?
Of course, it would be my pleasure.

Letter for the Dead

Dear Norman,
I miss you so much, theres not a day that goes by that I think about how
different things would be if you were still here. You would be turning 8 this
year, you would be so big. Probably almost taller than me. So now you
wouldnt be this youngest in the family, you have a little brother, your mom
and dad named him after you, Noran. He is so similar to you, very energetic,
smart, funny, outspoken. He looks a lot like you too. Your mom is slowly but
surely losing her mind, she forgets things a lot and it kinda feels like her mind
is everywhere. I check in on her sometimes to make sure she is okay. Nick is
getting bald, which is funny cause hes only 21. Nisie is just 20 and she is
doing very good in college, she manages two jobs and school. Nichelle is just
Nichelle just older. Nate is himself, but hes so in love with his gf it kinda feels
like sometimes he neglects his family, I bet if you were here he would give
them more attention. Nolan is doing great in sports, Noella does like every
sport. Neena is the same, but she likes to cheer more. Noah...I dont know, I
question him sometimes. Your dad is still the same, not much to catch you up
on. I can say that the family is broken without you. No matter how much love
runs through there, there is always this emptiness that cant be filled. You
would love living in the house that they moved into, its not the same feel as
living in pleasant grove but it doesnt matter all that much. I miss you
Norman, and sometimes I think that if I wouldve went over the house Friday
like I planned that maybe you would still be here, maybe I wouldnt have
woken up Saturday morning to hear about your death, maybe things would
be different. I never got to tell you how much you meant to me, I never got to
tell you I love you before you left, and everyday I regret that decision. I wish I
can go back and just hold you and tell you just once that I love you, and to
hear you say it back is all that I need. I took life for granted thinking that you
just wake up the next day. So now I make sure to let everyone I care about
know how much they mean to me and that I love them because one day I
might not get to. If I could see you run out the house screaming my name
just one more time then maybe I can finally be happy. You were the little light
that was needed in the family, you kept us together. But now youre at
peace. God said it was your time to be at peace. You lived for two long years
and I miss every moment.

From your favorite cousin,

Caila Williams

And then there was two

Caila Williams and Abi Davis
Im happy that everyone wants to celebrate my big title but I just want to go home. My
name is Kartar and I just became an All-American 100m dash champion. Being an All-American
is a great honor but I just want to sleep and eat. Let me tell you about my life, I am the only
child, my mother died when I was five and so my dad is my only parent. I have a boyfriend
named Brendon and he plays football. As easy as my life seems, it's not.
Im so tired from today its not even funny. I cant believe im finally the 100 m dash
champion. Ive been training for this day since I was little, and really, its been the only thing
keeping me going since my mom passed away. She used to be a track star, one of the best in
the country, and all I have ever wanted to follow in her footsteps. I have pictures of her running
framed in my room, and I know shes incredibly proud of me, but now that Im an All-American, I
dont know what to else Im going to do with my life. honestly, Im kind of tired of track. My life
has revolved around it for so long, and now that Ive gained the title that I wanted, I just want to
do nothing. Im so tired.
I see Brendon on his way up to me so I put on a smile. He knows that Im pretending to
be happy and convinces my dad that I need some rest. Before I leave my dad stops me to tell
me that i have two days off before I start training for the olympics. I roll my eyes and walk to my
room. My dad wants me to run junior olympics in hopes that Ill make it to the real olympics one
day. But I dont want to. I want to become a physical therapist, not an olympian.
I give Brendon a hug goodbye and whisper thank you in his ear. I know my dad wants
the best for me, but he never listens to what I want to do. My best friend Carlys parents are so
supportive of her. No matter what she does, she always has their love and blessing. I wish my
mom was still here. She would understand. Sometimes I feel like my dad is trying to make me
be exactly like her, but Im not my mom. Im Kartar. I wish he would realize that.
I lay in my bed and start thinking. Maybe if I ran away he could see how unhappy I am.
Maybe hell start listening to me. I want to be different. I want to be known for what I did, my
legacy. i dont want to be known as the child of Allyson Felix. Im my own person! So I run into
my closet and grab a bag.
I shoved as many of my clothes in the bag that would fit, as I tried to figure out where I
would stay. I couldnt stay with Brendon or Carly, my dad would know to look there first. There
was an abandoned mansion a couples blocks away though. Even if he thought to look there, it
would be pretty hard to find me in that huge house. I would wait until my dad was asleep so I
could slip away unnoticed. I called Brendon and let him know my plan because I didnt want him
to worry about me.
He tried to talk to me out of it but I didnt listen. I grabbed my money Ive been saving up
for emergencies and hid it in my bag. I laid on the bed listening to laughter and I start feeling
guilty. How badly would this hurt him? Would anything change? I start dozing off as I waited for
midnight to come.

I woke up the next morning and glanced at my alarm clock. It was seven a.m! I feel
asleep instead of running away. Maybe its for the best though. I decided that I should finally tell
my dad how I feel. I needed to stop lying to him about becoming a professional athlete. I took a
deep breath and walked down the stairs to where my dad greeted me with a grin and a plate of
eggs. Hows my All-American? he beamed, patting me on the back. Well dad, I said, Ive
been meaning to tell you something. I want to go to college and become a personal trainer. Im
so sorry. My dad immediately wrapped me in a hug and said, Honey, you can do whatever you
want with your life. I want you to be happy. I guess I was worried about nothing.

Benjamin Button Case Review

As interesting and derivating as the movie The Curious case of Benjamin Button, it didnt really
have a lot of similarities to the short story written by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The movie was really
able to pull you into a world of diversity. It has a message to the viewers to embrace how you
are. This movie really speaks in high volumes because of how much people can relate to it on a
deeper level. Who wouldve thought that the end of life seems better than the end? As the
director portrayed this film, the final days of Benjamins life was the most peacefullest moment.
This movie can be easily named as one of the best movies in all of time. It has compassion,
sympathy, happiness, blissfulness, and even romantic. This movie is a must see movie. I
wouldnt mind watching it again when Im having one of my lazy days in the bed with two bowls
of popcorn. The movie may be long but it will keep you interested the entire time. Bravo to Brad
Pitt, he was old almost the entire movie and did a great job. This is a must see movie.

Personal Narrative

I may not remember much about this time period, but I can remember little
bits and pieces. I remember my mom putting my clothes on and telling me to be good
at daycare, make sure that I eat all my food at lunch and whatever I dont eat to tell
the teacher to wrap it up. Going to daycare I used to play and run, and sleep, and eat.
It was like a my paradise. I played by myself because no one wanted to play with me.
Maybe thats why I can hear voices in my head sometimes, from childhood those
voices were my only friends. I remember going leaving daycare but sometimes I
never went home, and on those days I remember staying out all night falling asleep
with my head on my sisters or my mom lap, waking up still outside. I remember
going to somebodys house on those days to shower and get dressed, then repeat the
day. But instead of staying out all night, we would get surprised by my mom telling
us were going to a hotel. Hotels were so awesome, in my head it was a room we could
share so we could all watch each other stay safe. It always felt like we were more of a
family then. Memory is lost after that. Moving into a city, new apartment, and a new
area was kinda strange to me, I didnt like it, I liked Pleasant Grove, everything is
unfamiliar out here in Garland. I hated having to start going to a new school. I hated
being the odd one out again. But after 4 months living in Garland, things werent so
bad, I finally made friends. I tried to be smarter than everybody so that I could make
it to the field trip for students who earned 100 points on AR book tests. I finally felt
like this is something I could get used to. But the voices, never abandoned me.
I'm in the 7th grade now, I finally get to start doing school sports instead of
cheering for little league football. The first sport is volleyball and turns out Im really
good. I can pass perfectly, set great, but I couldnt spike, I was too small. I made the
team, but as the season started and ended we never won games just one but it didnt
count on record. So basketball season starts and I tryout for that and make the team.
I can dribble with control, I can shoot, but Im too small to do any other position
besides being a point guard. In the games I only shot when I needed, and I passed the
ball most of the game. We werent good in basketball as a team either. The 8th
graders went undefeated, we were the undefeated losers. Track season came up and I
immediately ran the other way. I didnt wanna run track. Too much running. It
would be boring. Im in the heat all day. Why would I want to voluntarily put myself
in a position to have deal with that? But my friend convinced me to tryout with her.

Turns out that I actually had speed. I wasnt the fastest but I was good enough to be
put on relays. The first track meet was just awful...for the 4x100m relay. I was first
leg and 2nd...and 3rd. I ran a 300. As I was running and getting ready to hand off to
second leg I realized there wasnt anybody on second leg, so I kept running, nobody
on third leg. But as I started slowing down due to fatigue, I realized that the two girls
that was on our relay was on the side of the track cheering for me. So I started
running again and slowly gave it off to the 4th leg. I hate track.
9th grade year I'm on the high school track team, supposed to be on varsity
but Coach had a million and ten different reasons as to why Im not and other people
who clearly dont deserve it are. But I ran my heart out each time at track meets, had
been titled the fastest freshman at the school, became junior varsity captain and
towards the end of the season I got moved up to varsity. I ran against some of the
fastest girls in Dallas and placed 3rd overall in the 100m dash. I was elated but my
mom started telling me how I need to do better, colleges dont want somebody who
can run what everyone else runs, they want somebody different. She told me I
couldnt go to any football games or basketball games or anywhere with my friends
because I need to be focused on track. If it was track related she was on board. And
as she started hopping on the train I started to get off. Since 7th grade I have been
running track each year. I have did it during the summer and became increasingly
better since my first year. It was something I did for fun, I love track, I wasnt
running to get scholarships, I was running because it was what I wanted to do,
something that made me feel normal. It was what gave me a reason to keep pushing
myself in school to pass my classes. I'm not trying to kill myself in the process.
After 10th grade year the summer leading into 11th grade year I ran summer
track with my new team this year and I wouldnt change teams ever again. It was the
summer to celebrate. It relit the passion I was losing for track. Growing up from
nothing the way I did, I am forever grateful that I was given a talent. My team made
it to the USATF Nationals Junior Olympics this summer in florida. It wasnt easy and
cheap. We worked hard each and everyday getting faster and stronger. I would never
try to give up again. I know how it feels to do something amazing after years of
practicing and hard work. I know that if you keep hope alive inside of you and you
are determined to work hard for anything you want to accomplish, you can do it. I

hated track, but now I dont want to ever go a day without it. Even though I dont
have that much more in me before the doctor finally tells me I need surgery, I will
continue to run until I cant any longer.

Alphabet Soup
All day I sit and wonder the what if questions. By all means I am not that type of
person to just drain my brain asking myself what could be different. Could things be
different if I would've done things I was suppose to at my mom's house? Does the
little details matter? Everything in my life recently could be different if I would have
done something very simple and easy differently. For my whole life I always thought
of the why questions. God created everything. How could a girl with simple motives
think so complicated? I wonder all the time about the Why's of the world. Just looking

at the world as a big picture then go into details. Kicking off this whole little bright
imagination I have was when I was in the 3rd grade. Lost in her speech to her
students Mrs. Tanner asked just a few simple questions. Mainly questions like: Why
does things work the way they do?. Never would I have thought to question the world
at that age without her. Over thinking myself to pure exhaustion. Put it this way...if
God is so perfect, why did he create such imperfect beings? Question the normal
sometimes, why is it normal? Is it normal because people say it's normal or because
you said it? Reality is how you perceive it. Sometimes it's not what it seems though.
Trust your senses...but sometimes your eyes can mislead you. Understand that your
mind only understand what it already knows. Very rare can it understand something
that it never seen before. Would you research that for me? X is an extremely difficult
letter to use at the beginning of a word. You might have a better chance at finding a
word. Zoos are a fun but really boring to go to.