My Journey Through High School: Chapter 2: A Night To Remember
. \*\*\* i was glad to see that alduin was in my creative writing class, along with sun, hinori, and runo. although i didn't really know hinori and runo very well, it was obvious that those guys were sun's close friends.
Christmas Story
"um, creative writing." "oh cool, and how's that going?" "well, i unfortunately had to take a break due to financial issues. so yeah," i said slightly nervous.
Dead Upon the Battlefield
Thomas had chosen damien as his best man, the two becoming close friends as they shared a creative writing class. christine, of course, had her paws in everything. from the band, to the clothes, to the flowers that adorned everything.
The Fox with a Broken Sex Drive
On saturday and tuesday nights, you could often find danny at the campus center coffee shop, working on his creative writing.
The Exterminator
This story (written in 2015) was an assignment for my college creative writing class. enjoy! i'm an exterminator. it's what i do. i know it's not the most glamorous job in the universe. hell, i'd say it might be one of the least.
Let The Wind Blow--Chapter 1
She could see the creative writing major tying her long dark hair into a bun behind her and pulling on her sleeping mask, and just like that, going out like a light for the next few hours--at least until her alarm tore through her mind and woke her up, and
Every time I fall
#3 of poetry i found my old poetry notebook from my creative writing class in high school. they were very rough, but there were a few good bits here and there.
Fuzzy Form
#1 of poetry first poem i did this semester for my creative writing class. we were to choose an object to write a poem about, and i chose my fursuit.
Uncomfortable Comfort
#2 of poetry this is the second of four poems i did for my creative writing class. we were told to write about an emotion or emotions, and i chose nervousness and pride. the poem itself is a true story.
wander ~ Chapter 24
I say 'for some reason' yet i knew full well what it was, irrational that may be: it wasn't like the clerk at the bookstore, or the lady walking by with her two kids, or that slim otter boy i recognized from my creative writing class, would be able to tell
Benefits of Trail Riding (Solo)
She is a univeristy common tongue professor who specializes in creative writing.
The Encounter
This is a short story that i wrote and rewrote at the beginning and end of my creative writing class, respectively. it was to show my growth in the class. here is the final version of it.