Creative Writing Blog

Writing while in recapping the lesson lately is like diving in to deepest meaning ocean to understand of each writing tricks notes that the lessons. while we write it is like planting seed of knowledge that will bloon into a beautiful flower of knowledge. with this knowledge is like nurturing the soil of our mind, allowing the seed. of mind to take root, grow inspiration for our and become beautiful mind. w taking this activity, my dancing leaves head was like in the tree with my black ink pen- it was a blast of an idea to learn ana have a wonderful mind.

Poverty persists around the world. Many families in urban areas live in inadequate housing due to poverty, high prices, and the inability to afford rent or ownership. As depicted in Amparo Asuncion's poem "Sad Little Houses," some people are forced to build makeshift shelters in crowded, polluted areas like riverbanks, even though it's dangerous and unhealthy. These individuals, often disregarded by authorities as "squatters," often have no jobs and resort to informal means for survival. The poem describes the homes' poor condition, with holes in roofs and cracks in walls, reflecting the difficulty of building proper shelters with limited resources. People use recycled materials to construct these dwellings, which are often located in polluted environments like the "dark muddy river" mentioned in the poem. Living in such cramped and unsanitary conditions poses significant health risks. The poem's final lines, "smothered with dust and t...

Scene 1: Dorm room- Day Clothes are scattered on the beds. Mara lies on the floor, listening to music with earphones. Ellie enters. Ellie: Mara, have you fallen asleep? You’re going to be late for your flight! Remember, your heart surgery is today. Mara: (Takes out earphones) Ellie, I don’t think I want to go anymore. My heart… it’s beating so fast. I think I’m in love. Ellie: In love? Why? Mara:There’s this guy, Liam. I met him at our shop. He makes my heart race, Ellie. Ellie: (Sighs) Mara, you’ll get better, I know it. And I promise I’ll try my best to message you about Ethan when you’re at the hospital. Mara: Really? You promise? I’ll send you an email when I get there. Love you, Ellie, my best friend. Ellie: Love you too, Mara. Now come on, let’s get you to the airport. (Mara and Ellie leave the dorm room.) (Later, Mara and Ellie chat online.) Mara: I made it to the hospital! Everything seems okay so far. Miss you already! Ellie: I miss you too! Don’t worry, I’ll keep ...

My father wakes early in the morning before I'm even awake. He always prepare my things also my breakfast then he heads out to work. he work as a sewer, and it's a tough job. he has to work in all kinds of weather, and often nos to deal with difficult condition But he never complains. ne does it all for us. I am so luck to have such a loving and supportive father. I am greateful for my father every day. He is my stregnt, my role model, and my biggest supporter. I love nim more than words can say.

As I skipped gently from the henhouse, to pigpen to smoke house, I felt that the days had never been as breathtaking as these. The air was clean breeze, I felt like I could taste the freshness of the air which made my nose twitch with delight. The harvesting of sweet corn, fluffy cotton, nutty goodness and a squash of all snaps and size sending a tremble of excitement dancing up my cheeks. Each day of harvest was a golden surprise. I felt flutter of excitement in my heart. Wait to see what the harvest I couldn’t would bring to day.

My dearest Grandpa, far to soon.  My heart aches with a heavy tune. I miss your smile and your warm embrace.  Your wisdom, kindness and your grace. I'll cherish all the memories we shared.  The tales you told, the love we shared  Your laughters echoes in my soul.  Your love for me will make me whore. So rest in peace, my dear Grandpa Until we meet again perhaps.  I love you more than words words can say   My heart is yours enternally