I have a class called Creative Writing. One day one of the girls in there said "We write to much in this class!" It was realy... ironic.
The fallowing piece is an essay I wrote in creative writing.
It was the first time I had written on the subject. It was my saddist piece but my class said it was the best thing I wrote all year.
In addition, I would never hear him bitch about my dog Maggie being the only dog that hates him.
Now every time I see my grand mother I cry.
For two reasons, one because I am happy to see her and two because I miss him.
Three grand children never showed any emotinon other than playfullness
were swept off their feet. I was one of them.
The following piece was recently written. It is based on a true event.
My class relly liked it. I could have done better
but I did not have much time. I wrote it in two days.