I believe in the love form everybody,

The truth behind your eyes,

The courage within you,

The fire of someone’s anger,

The connections between us,

Trust, Loyalty, Love.

But being so obsessed about a certain thing is crazy.

I believe in being who you can be

I believe in ghosts that haunt you,

I believe in guilt that you can’t escape,

Cheating, Insults, Stabs in the back.

And I believe in people are not easy to change. (longest)

Sunday morning just woke up and the sun is shining. Its breakfast time, and my family is waiting for me. We begin to eat and begin to chat about our dreams we had. It was nice day and I thought nothing good go wrong. Then what’s when my dad declared, “I’m deployed to Kuwait.”

People were shouting, yelling at the top of their lungs. Glitter and flags were waving everywhere. American music was blaring from the gigantic speakers.A woman announced, “They are here!” Right after that, a sea of desert camouflage uniforms stormed in. This was the best moment of my life. But this is only the ending of this story, this same place; where everyone is happy and celebrating. This place; is where it all started.

My life was great, no worries, great friends, and a caring family. That has been that way now and will continue for a very long time. There could be absolutely nothing that could wreck this life. Right now, I was happy, I felt free. Yesterday, I found out that it wasn’t going to be a wonderful life.

As I walked into the gymnasium, the bright lights blinded me. I slowly walked through the crowd of people, looking down, not knowing whom Ive stepped on. There was a DJ table with huge speakers. My mother and sister walk behind me as we trot to the back of the gymnasium. Standing blankly was my dad, suited up and ready to go. He had is duffel bags and his suit case beside him. His slouched face told me something that I didn't want to know. He was leaving for Iraq to help transportation battalion. Two years he will be gone, and this will be the last time I will see him for a long time. In this giant room I could feel deep sorrow and hopelessness from everybody. Families were praying in a tight circle, trying to get the best of this moment. Everywhere I looked seemed like the end of the world. Families including men were crying hoping that they will be okay through these long years. I finally realized why there was a DJ there, to keep these people calm. Out of all this chaos, I could smell the sweet and salty taste of barbecue.
I was hungry all day and hadn't eaten all day because of this fear of tonight. Kids were bouncing all around, unaware what was happening during these dark hours.

As we wind down the soft narrow roads, quiet as a mouse thinking of the joy in this neighborhood. It seems it takes ages for us to reach our destination. The sweet smell of pine and water rushes into my nose. The quiet sounds of birds peacefully chirping, and the trees snapping. There is a man with a radio playing soft rock and rocking in his chair. The flags of purple and gold wave near the car. People are having calm conversations as kids ride bikes like race cars. We finally reach our destination. The larger than life house appears in front of us. The lush garden and open spaces overwhelms me. After this terribly long time, I'm at Grandma's house.

I wish I was the bird that watched you from above.

I wish I was the one note everybody plays.

I wish I was the sun to brighten your day.

I wish I was the breeze to cool you off.

I wish I was your favorite book.

Ingredients for successful creative writing:

-Your dough, paper.

-A roller, a pencil.

-Three cups open mind.

-A jar of 34 grams of theme.

-Pot for mixing ideas.

-10 grams of colorful word spice.

-A table to cook up your story.
-500 pints of well thought through sentences.

1. Place your paper onto your table to get ready to start cooking. You want this paper to be well designed with the touch of brilliant.

2. Throw your 10 grams of colorful word spice into the paper for a nice tasty read.

3. Now, you want to pour three cups of open ideas.

4. Now take a few pinches of theme. This will provide some reason to read it.

5. Express yourself in your work, feel free to do whats necessary to get people to like your way of cooking up a paper.

6. Review your work and try to find someways to make it more tasty read.