Carl stop at the stop light next to his own corvette. He did not know the driver in the front seat of his car. He did, however, know the girl in the passenger seat. “Hey Carla!” he yelled above the roaring engine in his own beautifully restored Stingray. “What the hell…” He knew she was leaving him, but there was nothing in his mind that can make her want to stay. Taking off the line, the cars are neck and neck until Carl swerves to “miss a cat”, inadvertently running Carla and his gorgeous red corvette into a power pole. Tears in his eyes reflect the red pile of his old life. “This car is beyond repair,” he thought. Too bad, I loved that car.

There was a man named Bob, he was a mechanic and one day an old woman came to get her van repaired. “It makes a terrible sound from the engine, I think it might be a bent rod”, Bob said as he listened to the motor run. All of the sudden the motor began to smoke and a loud “Bang” was heard sending Bob flying towards the wall. Flames erupted through the small mechanic shop catching the greasy floor on fire. The little old lady had been waiting in the waiting room and didn’t hear or see anything. Bob crawled towards the door screaming for help. As he crawled it became harder and harder to breathe. Finally the woman stood up and said, “that will teach you to rip me off”, as she left the shop.

i think you are having us do creative writing to help build our communication skills and to transmit our ideas in a smooth flowing and clear manner. i think our team writing assignment was to help us create our own ideas by reading and adding to others ideas. this will help us in the synthesis part of our paper.

It was a really serious issue when I realized, that I was out of cash….

Not a simple cent on me. This is one of those times you end up looking like one of those idiots fumbling around the seats of their cars searching desperately for spare change…

I looked up, and sae an old woman pushing a shopping cart, so I pulled a baseball bat our of the back seat of my car. 15 minutes later I had a car full of groceries and a billfold full of five dollar bills and denture creme…

I could fear police sirens getting closer, so I grabbed the old woman and started running for the door. All of the sudden the woman…

I, explained what was going on and why the police is involved in this case. At first the old woman freaked out because she was scared, but then after calming down and listening she understood the situation and just wanted to go home.

“This could not be happening to me!”

Cried Brad Pitt. “It burns like syphilis!” he cried. He hobbled out onto the crowded sidewalk, completely disoriented.

Then from out of no where he was kicked in the face by a small child. Brad did his best .

Well I don’t think Bread did his best because he was bisoriented as first.

“Next time I will make sure to sneak up on the kid from behind to ensure a safe, painless getaway.” he mummbled under his breath. “After all,” he thought to himself, “I’m only in this marriage for the publicity.”

One day as Lucy was sitting out front on the porch, she saw something. And that something was very hairy, stumpy, and sticky. One might think it was an animal or a beast from the east. But no! It was a . . . a . . . a . . . STICK!
“What do you guys think?”the stick replied to the humans.
“What! A talking stick!” my mother said.
“Of course I am what else would I be.” the stick replied.
” I thought you look more like a non-talking stick.” the girl said .
“I talk and think just as well as you do!” the stick replied angrily.
“Well, I’m sorry. I’ve never seen a talking stick before.” she replied a little embarrassed.
“I thought that sticks couldn’t talk”.
To this Lucy smiled, closed her book, and went inside the house. Her mom called after her, but she didn’t turn back. She left her their to wonder.

“hmm… Apple Jacks or Frosted Flakes… Apple Jacks or Frosted Flakes…” Chuck Jones stood in the cereal ilse of the empty Albertsons. He has always struggled with decisions.* This one is in his greys. He stood there * wondering when the first employee will come in to open the store. It had been a long long night with no place to sleep. Isle 14 had soft bread. * “Meh… I could go for some bread” he said to himself as he made his way down the isle ” or mabey some twinkies…”

He walked around the corner and stared. He couldn’t believe it. It was gone. The entire building. Pieces were…….
just gone. It was as if someone had taken pieces out of a jigsaw puzzle…..
“Whatever man! Of course it was gone! That’s what those kind of T.V. shows want you to think. Quit wasting your time and try actually doing some homework!” Sarah said snipily.
“Whatever! Your just jealous your not as beautiful as me!”…….
“Oh I am as beautiful as you, just ask my boyfriend.” Samantha said.
“I will ask him and I’m sure he will agree, you are ugly.”
“Please, I’m the hottest thing to come out of orem since…….
hot dogs!”
“Wow. How can I compete with that!” Sarah replied sarcastically.
“Well, I think it is time to go home.”
“Nothing left to see.”

Its was Friday night and Stan was going to pick up his girl friend for a very romantic date. I am not quite sure how long they have been dating, all I know was they really loved each other. She asked him to a dance. that must be a good sign of true love. Nothing says love like a singles dance after all. But along the way to the dance, Stan contracted explosive diarrhea. He parked his car on the side of the road and sprinted off into the dark woods, leaving his woman with no explanation. He was never seen again the police report stated Stan had spontaneously combusted into a huge ball of flames and poop. Stan’s remains are now found in the many plants that digested his fertilizing remains.

Entering the circus tent was quite the experience. To m y left I saw a large man that wore nothing but a diaper and was saying something I did not understand. As I looked around the huge tent the sights were bedazzling. There were 6 tigers waiting at the side for a chance to show off their sharp white teeth. They we hungry for a piece of that juicy mouth watering piece of steak they wanted. … Wait…wa…
“Joe…Joe…Joe!” his mother interrupted
“Oh ma it was just getting good.”
You see Joe Milles was a curious 10 year old who wanted to become a circus man, but his mother had higher aspirations for him. She wanted him to be a party clown not just a regular of circus folk.
“You have to be better than that clown over there you promise?” His mother said.
“Of course I will mother I am going to be the best clown in the world!”

The ancient stone had a mythological feel to it. Concentrating slowly Jim mumbled something under his breath and watched as the stone slowly came to life. The stone then transformed before his eyes and became a dinosaur. It was taller than Tim and he wondered how something so big could have magical powers such as this. The dinosaur seemed enraged with anger. Swiftly he walked towards Jim. Jim was engulfed with fear wondering what was going to happen next. The old man had warned him about those words, “Great danger lies ahead of anyone who mutters them.” It couldn’t have been real, yet here he was and there it was, a dinosaur as tall as abulding. He had no idea what would happen next, perhaps if he had only…

As I stood upon the cliff, I was scared as hell thinking what was going to happen. “Go on and do it!” yelled Mark. I knew that it would be my only chance and Mike was thinking the same thing, it would look like an accident . Everyone would think he slipped, only I would know the dark secret as he fell to the ground. We all knew this is what he wanted, but it didn’t feel right being there. Just as we all thought he was ready, Jennifer was crying histerically as she witnessed the jump. They ran to the edge wondering how it would end. As she looked over the edge they saw the very thing that hoped not to. The body lifeless among the bouldery rocks.

Its a shame how fragile life can be, one little “slip” and it can end in an instance.

I should really proof read before I hit add comment.

That should be It’s a shame how fragile life can be, with one little “slip” it can all end instantly.

There I am happier with that comment. Disregard the one above it.

Opens ones imagination to what might come. Running out of time may be a good thing.

Opens the imagination as to what might come or what has already passed us by while we were slumbering in another world.

Tim had a dream. All his life he wanted to a world famous toothbrush maker. He spent so much time thinking about tooth brushes. I have a pretty sad life he thought. All I think about is tooth brushes. And yah. “I will expand my horizon to dental floss!” He thought once, and I will make a nuclear powered tooth brush! But one day his tooth brush leaked radiation and he grew five more heads and was hunted down by east african head hunters. The end.