Embers Fading in the Whispers of the Wind
I swished my tail with a flick of self-conscious irritation as I strutted across the schoolyard. My fur, the color of autumn leaves, bristling and wild in the soft summer winds, caught the sunlight as it shone through the overhanging branches...
Harmonic Dissidents Ch. 3
If you've checked gradeshare, you will see i've read and graded your persuasive essays and it seems like some of you seem to have confused creative nonfiction with non-creative fiction.
Consolation
Sam just watched over the otter's shoulder as dennis started typing up a very basic outline of the "creative nonfiction" essay, including some notes on how it would flow, with the wolf just giving one or two final suggestions before he declared that