Creative writing assignment:

Write a paragraph of an event you have experienced in the first person.

I'll give it a try...

I feel the heat of the late summer sun. My pores are dripping as if there's no utility bills to pay. I sift through the pouches of my worn leather pouch like a raccoon rummaging through garbage to locate my tape measure. I trek over the water deprived and grassless front yard and bark out the orders to my employees pretending they need my guidance. I take the measurements for the first window dimensions and go to scribble the results nearby on the bare exterior wall of the young house. My pencil. I forgot my pencil. My lower half turns to lead the top, yet my leading foot discovers its destination has removed itself. My right leg drops like an anchor tossed overboard at sea. The scenery around me turns on its side and shoots upwards as my left arm extends itself like its new role is to keep my form upright. There's a quick change of plans as the head snaps back and rolls right with the pain. I'm on my back in a contorted state, much like a hand=sewn doll tossed into storage. I clench my eyes and swallow my saliva harshly as my lower jaw shivers as if the temperature dropped seventy degrees. My hand reaches my throat and it feels like I'm a puppy daring to open its eyes for the first time. I can't see what color the retreating waters are falling off the sides of my face, but I clearly see the palm of my hand revealing the liquid from the neck is red. The need to swallow again rushes back like a hungry stray, and I comply. My gaze quickly turns to discover wooden stakes on each side of my unseen leg. "Holy crap" is putting it nicely as I realize the one closest to me is splintered. My thoughts race to the ones I care about and love in an instant. Have I reminded them how much they mean to me?

Sounds painful. Get well soon.

My paragraph: Dark Stranger

I don't remember his face. Besides, it was dark in that bar. Although my mind was on other things, at some point I realized he was hitting on me. No chance in hell, was my thought. I don't know how he talked me into giving him my hand, but he kissed the back of it and it gave me chills all the way down to my feet. I wanted him. His tongue was warm and I knew it wanted me.

One minute it is overcast the next the wind had whipped round and bedraggled my hair, adding to that a circular wall of water and of course the sound of 100 overladen trains coming at you, or so you think. To make matters worse I have an appointment, so almost crawling to the car,I make it, get in and drive down my long dusty driveway and see trees strewn all over the highway and debris from barns and houses all over the paddocks that I realise ****, tornado..

That was about 10 years ago. Wasn't as bad as I feared, but I was still shaken by it.

Tornado... my arch enemy!

Wait up daddy,,I thought to myself.
As this little boy about six, was trying to keep his father's steps.
Tugging at his little shirt,as to keep it pulled down over his tummy.
While his dad took his hand,,,both in their ball caps,,and tennies.
As they walked on into Walmart out of view.
I remembered my on child and in that same walk with him, many years ago..... So many lives, lived and passed,,,all now out of view..

Was the first Tornado that ever came through my part of the World less then 10yrs ago, otherwise, they were never heard off here in NZ, now they are part and parcel...

Mother Earth,,,,has a new face,,,and she's frowning on many Countries,,ITS almost like she is going through menopause,,
Lets hope NOT,,,,,I'msorry she has shifted your way with these issues,,,,,Please heed her winds,,and take cover,,,,I grew with these,,and they can kill,,,very easy...

wow...well done...sounds like you have been replaying that scene in your minds eye...for a long time.

Well, naturally, it was a scary experience. At first I thought the stake broke off in my neck, but it was already like that. I don't know how I got lucky to not impale myself on it.

Needless to say... I check for open holes and ground protrusions on every job now.

i felt intruded. In one rush of adrenaline my throat started to pulsate. My skin tighten and eyes began to bulge. The hands felt really cold at first and warm again,trembling and even under my strongest inhibitory thought,my fist started to shape up. A nausea caught me up. A nausea of sheer distaste,acute anxiety and obstinate temper. I could trace the sweat on my temples. a feeling of obscurity clouded in,eventually blocking my eyes and the mind went to a status quo. Then like the lightning,shoot up an array of thoughts up the spine....an urge arose,in cold blood. Next moment i pulled myself off that nausea,i was staring at the gallows pole. And how did i feel? Intruded.

The baby emerging from her mother. The doctor suctioning her lungs. Her first cry, makes her skin turn from purple to pink. The doctor clamps the umbilical cord, and hands me the scissors. I cut the cord freeing my grand daughter from her mother. A precious new life.

It's a beautiful thing.

I feel the burn in the summer nights fireside embers. I want to bask in the glow of u. Make me whole again. Let me adjust to the changes of my world. A kaleidoscope of colors, splinter my dull existance. Im alive in your arms. Take me, make me yours but dont break my love.

For a brief moment today the world stood still. Not a single cloud swayed in the sky.
Silence played in the snow. My hair hung in frozen icicles around me.
As I stood there and welcomed the warmth of summer from the suns rays, and the ice cracked.

once upon a time a girl wrote a song of all time. She hoped and prayed it would make a big hit. Soon after getting it on the radio the kids started dancing to it all the time. It went peep peep Boob and the words were of her own life. Sad but true when her boyfriend said we are throw. This song had a hip beat and it may be sad but it made you want to dance out in the street. Soon this little girl was not sad but was handed out the more money she ever had. See how life can change. No more will she hang her head in shame. All because of a dream to write a song that she could sing.

Awkward moment of silence interrupted by an, I suppose, babbling brook. Darkness almost near, school uniform insitu, arms entwine, lips meet, 'mwahhh', first kiss, weird, cheek blushing moment, "I have to get home", as I start running..