Creative Writing Story

It was a dark and stormy night when the evil dragon was let out of his cage. The cry of the caged dragons could be heard for miles. They knew the destruction he would bring to the middle of the earth. But what they world was unaware of, was the fact that the dragon’s arch nemises was on his way to the rescue. Although he had no name, he has plenty of game and was prepared to slay the evil dragon. The strategy that was put in place was long in the making. It had started when the dragons took over this part of land. They didn’t know it yet but the dragons were much weaker now the a milenia ago. Much has happened and only the very oldest dragons know the truth of that which occured. As the dragons magic seeped out the humans had capturred it. The nameless hero had been accumiliating dragon magic for some time now and at last it was time to strike. No name began on his journey to find this evil beast. He was going to be “that guy” that every one talks about for the rest of time! As he began walking out of his castle he immediatly turned around to see the growling beast. As no name trembled he managed to yell.. “Go home you ugly beast!” That moment the dragon began to cry.. No name stared at the dragon in absolute aww. “Why was the dragon crying thought no name?” Everyone knew that the dragons were mean and beastly so why would it cry? The secret was finally answered, the dragons are very sensitive to comments about how they look, they wish they were as beautiful as humans but they’re not. No name had finally cracked the code and defeated the dragon! Not only did he defeat the dragon but was rewarded a name…. Dragon KING!

The END:)

Creative Peer Writing
1. Driving down the freeway I noticed a car coming up in my rearview mirror quite fast. I look to my left
2. And saw another large truck trying to come over into my lane. What to do if I stop the
3. Car to fast and get hit? In a snap decision I tilted the wheel to the right and the tires thumped quickly on the rumble.
4. I veered out the way of some major debris trying to avoid the traffic, which seemed to be coming at me from every direction. Nearly sideswiping the truck, I slammed my foot
5. On the gas and zoomed out of the way. As the car avoided the objects, I heard a thumping sound coming
6. From the trunk. Oh no I thought to myself, is he not dead yet. I swear I did him in for good; I need to get to a secure location and finish him off. What a day I thought to myself.

The car came to a screeching halt at the light as the light quickly turned from Green to Red. The brakes smelling like something metal being heated by a torch. Black lines of rubber produced. Gasping for breath he slowly released his Ninja grip from the steering wheel. His white knuckles slowly gaining color.
He started to swear “stupid light why couldn’t you have waited”. He sat impatiently waiting for the light to turn. He looked in rear view mirror and noticed the flashing lights. Not today he thought.
I think I’m just going to take off. Oh, Wait my car won’t go. He opens the door and start running like a bat out of hell.
And because of all the excitement the man has a heart attack and falls to the ground. And as he lays down he sees his life flash before his eyes all the good and the bad. And he wakes up at home in bed with sweat on his forehead and relies it was all just a bad dream.

1. One night I was walking in a dark alley by myself, humming songs from Queen’s Greatest Hits, when I fell into a puddle of nastiness. I fell for quite a long time.
2. I realized that in the fall I had knocked myself out and as I woke I found myself in the company of two strangers. They
3. stood quite tall, as if on stilts, peering at me with their monocles.
“Now what have we here?” one asked.
“I don’t know. Can we eat it?” the other inquired.
“NO YOU CAN’T!” I screamed at the
4. cat. “Only we can eat it; it is a special dessert only for us, not for our stupid cat.”
“Who likes cats anyway?” he murmured. So, as listening
1. became something I no longer wanted to do, I ran from the alley screaming, while the arguing cat and stilted men with monocles stared into the dark puddle.

1. Awaken to find needles in his arm, a heart monitor hooked up to his chest with no memory of who he is only to see….
2. a strange dressed man stare back at him. The older gentleman sat stiffly in the chair, frightened. “You’re…awake?” His eyes glanced
3. at the window to see nothing but darkness. The strange man walks up to him, “so where is it?” He asks the confused man.
4. “The bear trap?” He muttered, “it is under my mattress.” James (Jethro) never thought it would come to this. It began with a number six combo from Mcdonalds and seemed to be drawing to a close, here, this fateful night.
5. The fog drifted in and saw the oldman, James (Jethro) drained of life. This nameless man is actually a werewolf who steals peoples youth and turns them into mummies.

Bill Niegh the science guy sat perplexed by the complexitities envolved in the situation before him. Never in his life had he had to make such a

horrible decision. For the first time in his life Bill neigh was ordered to conduct an experiment to find a wife! Never in

all of his life had he been on a date. “What does one even do on a date?” he thought to himself. “how do I ask and who?” he asked a co-worker whose name happened to

be Phil. Phil said, “Shit son, get yo act together. It’s easy to be the man because you is the science guy. So just get over there and strut yo stuff and you’ll be just fine! So Bill Nye (the spelling changed…) decided to do just that. He hit the street, thought every girl her talked to didn’t what to know about science. “maybe I’m on the wrong street” he thought.

So he headed to science town. He approached the first girl in a lab coat and said, “hey baby, I’m the science guy let’s go out.” She maced him in the face. Maybe the fact that he used a fake black accent to a black lady had something to do with it but he couldn’t tell. Bill Neigh (the spelling changed back) decided it was possible and headed back to his lab to write up his conclusion.

“We’ve only a minute,” rushed Martha. Their Intergalactic Paddy-wagon was losing helm integrity. The captain yells, “all hands to battle stations,” as a torpedo hits the starboard side of the ship and breaks off pieces of broken hull, flung far away from the two battling craft.
“I think that they might have a hard time recovering from that blow,” the first lieutenant gloated.
Martha was stunned. She had never tried to escape from such an awful foe. Their eyes glowed like a blazing fire. Nothing but hate came from the enemy and neither side would yield.
“This all started with a number six combo and a bear trap!” shouted Martha.
The enemy closed in and fired. The Paddy-wagon fired back.
Simultaneous explosions filled the empty space between the large planets surrounding them.

THE END.

(Ken:)It was a lone and dreary day in England where Tom Lived. He was picking himself up from the heaped dead the Vikings had left. His armor was badly damaged and he couldn’t find his captain anywhere. The Sky was a perfect blue, the grass green where there wasn’t blood, (Richard:) it was as if no battle had occurred at all.

Gim (with a ‘G’) keep his had under his armor on his shoulder (Hayley:) as he realized the gratefulness he had at that moment for his country. The aliens who had come down to England that day could have indeed destroyed his country. (Camille:) Being a hater of aliens he knew he must seek revenge. He did not work his whole life to watch his country fall apart before his eyes.

As he sat (Nick:) there for a moment, waiting, hoping, nothing left but to keep going as his mate said, “One more minute.” the soldier strapped on his armor and look like valiant gladiator.

(Ken:)He knew what he had to do, he was the only one who could do it. He had to gather what forces were left, rally them together and rebuild the ruined English countryside. It wouldn’t be easy, the Vikings still were about, but he could do it, after all, his father didn’t call him Thor for nothing.

Once a long while a go there was a man named harry. harry once this long while ago had done something, something stupid yet heroic. He couldn’t quite remember what is was just off the top of this head and had hired a private investigator to find out, report him to the papers and garner him fame and fortune. But as the private investigator returned he was alarmed at the news that he brought. He was a secret agent who had lost his memory from falling out of a plane. But harry couldn’t believe it he had no secret agent skills. the investigator was offended that harry would doubt his work and in this rage hit him upside the head with his briefcase. suddenly harry found himself over the lifeless body of his dog! ye his dog so after that he decided the heck with this i’m going to be a movie director. So, he did.

The car sped down the highway, a blur among the other vehicles. Many passengers in other vehicles wondered what it was that just passed. Trying to get home, not knowing what to expect, James keeps his foot comfortably behind his neck. Nobody ever considered the benefits of being a gymnast driver.
The Olympics were approaching quickly and James had to be in the best shape of his life. Those bars would not be kind to him this year either. He did not qualify four years ago, due to a hand injury in a bear trap. His name was Jethro then… Who cares about Jethro, James, for his Olympic challenge has a numb leg and has no idea what his coach wants him to compete in, whether it be splits between bars that you would normally flip back and forth between, or other amazing feats that made James feel like he was supposed to be in a circus.
“Oh well,” he sighed, removing his foot from behind his neck. “It might as well been my manager.”

jethro walked down the dirt path, the setting sun lay in his eyes.
this struggle continued as he attempted to rid his left hand of the bear trap.(change)
“this really hurts.” he bites off his left hand and uses it to lure out some meat that he can kill and eat. he is a surviver of a ship wreck off the coast of hawaii. he has no (change)
idea how long its been since been wandering around. now from loss of blood, he was starting to feel faint. suddenly a figute appeared from the disstant sunset. “martha?” jethro called weakly, “is that you?” the figure(change)
moved in closer and just befor jethero fanted from loss of blood he saw it wasn’t martha, it wasn’t even human as he blacked out.

Something wet hit the back of Paul’s head and he moved his hand up to feel what it was. Behind his ear was what was conceivably– a giant wet spit wad. “Gross, ” he thought as he looked behind him. His friends were ducking for cover from– the principal who had come walking around the corner.
He would get them back but now was not the time; they would pay for playing– “Screw this. I’m upset. We should go and get some serious fire power and show these knuckleheads what we are all about. No one spits at me! Don’t they know that?”–
So they ran up to the bathroom and collected all the toilet paper they could get and got it all wet and formed the largest spit wad ever! They then went down to the cafeteria.– In the bucket they carried a mess of water and TP. Sneaking up they slowly tipped the bucket–

That was the end. I guess we never get to know who they dumped the wad on.

1. The marines breached the door. They had their M16s at the ready. The shot had come from this building.
2. Quick shoot back. We are heavy fire, call in for backup before we get
3. surrounded. You go that way with alpha team and take the rear of the building. I will take bravo team and storm the front and backup will have to do their job.
4. They moved fast around the side of the building each man covering one another. Just as they approached the back door there was a whizzing that made a puff of cement in front
5. of them. “no” the sarg screamed “take cover”! Every man dodged for cover.
6. they were in a pickle snipers were set up all around them. There was a whizzing the sarg went down.

“Would you like fries with that?” Droned the monotonous voice on the loudspeaker/ Jared was about to decline, but his answer was stopped by a big

BOOOM! The world had blown up and Jared was

still quite without his burger and shake. He decided, from under the rubble of the McDonalds ceiling, that fries would not have been a good idea anyway. It was likely that this large Hell Hound spitting in his face would have

taken off his hand. The world not what had blown up, it was the hamburger/ He had finally found the crime lord, who was hiding behind the fries and had planted the bomb in between two patties Jared’s potential meal. Jared reached in the backseat for his bazooka & began rapid firing rockets in a frenzy. When he no longer had rocket left to shoot, he started launching rubble. He continued, unsatisfied until all that was left of the crime lord’s city was ash.