Final- creative writing

Memoir:
I Can’t Feel My Face




When I was 11 years old, I was living in Reseda, California. I was staying in some old apartments with my parents and brothers. These apartments were about 20 years old and had cracks all around it. The owners always had to paint them, every 2 years or sometimes every 3 years. That day was a beautiful, sunny day. I was outside hanging out with neighbor’s kids; we were running around and playing “Hide and seek”. That was one of my favorite games to play with my friends. We used to play all day until dark. Later on that day, we decided on playing soccer downstairs; we weren’t supposed to play soccer because that was one of the rules the manager had for the apartments. We didn’t care. We were little kids. We didn’t know better. We lived upstairs because we didn’t want a broken window every weekend. There were people who lived downstairs and had windows all around that looked like they were about to crack and fall apart. My dad was chilling outside with his friends; they were drinking beer, they were bumping some music from his minivan out loud. He was kind of buzzed, but he still told me to be careful playing with the soccer ball, because he didn’t want me to break a window. So…my friends and I were playing soccer. I was goalie when someone else made a goal. The game was; everybody versus everybody and if you made a goal you were goalie. Our goal was two rocks eight feet apart. We were using a real soccer ball instead of a plastic ball that the Dollar Store was selling. While we were playing, it was getting dark outside, but the apartments had lights on the top corners. I was goalie and my friend, Pancho, had the ball and was juking the other kids, passing the ball through their legs and juggling. When he was wide open, he kicked the ball the as hard as he could. He aimed it for me, but I had no choice. I stopped the ball…with my face. When I got up and I saw my reflection on the mirror, I had a big red spot on my face. It really hurt. I wasn’t really mad at him. It was my fault for not putting my hands up and blocking it. After three minutes, I couldn’t feel my face, so I just kept playing soccer. I asked Pedro to be goalie because I didn’t want to get hit in the face again. When he kicked the ball up in the air, I was waiting for the ball to hit the ground; and when it did, I was there to get it, but the other kids were guarding me. They still had no chance against me. I got the ball, breaking no sweat. I was doing some tricks on the kids. I was kicking the ball over them and still had the ball; but when I saw the open shot, I took a step back and kicked the ball with all my power. I really wanted to make that goal, and also hit him in the face, but thing was that, after I got in my face, I realized I wasn’t thinking straight. So I curved the ball instead of making it go straight. It was going pretty fast, and no one was trying to block it. They were just looking at it pass by in the air like if they were hypnotized by it. While it was going by, it was going directly the window—a second later, we saw the window shatter into pieces. We all ran to different directions. I ran to my dad’s minivan, where he was still drinking with his friends. I was hiding inside the back of minivan, my dad was totally drunk this time. He was the one that told me to hide back there. A lady was inside that apartment, she came out screaming saying, ´´Donde estan esos cabrones´´. Translating: Where are those fuckers at, asking my dad, if he saw who I was. He said, ´´No se que paso´´. Translating: I don’t know what happened, obviously he didn’t know because he was drunk. When she left, he told to keep waiting in there because she was walking around. I had to wait about two hours for the lady to get all the glass pieces picked up, she also covered the window frame with cardboard. When she had finished, it was around twelve o clock at night. My dad and I locked up the minivan and threw the bottles away in the trash. We then, went upstairs and went to sleep. The next day, I woke up, went to the restroom to wash my face, and while was drying my face with a towel, I realized it kept hurting when I rubbed my face with the towel. I look up and saw my face on the mirror and saw the red mark of a soccer ball on my face. DAMN IT! The lady never found out that I was the one who broke the window. I got lucky my dad was drinking that day, otherwise I would’ve got punished for a month. No friends and television. I got lucky big time.

Shotrt Story: My Roller Coaster Experience





When I was 16 years old, I went to Six Flags magic Mountain in California. I went during Halloween. They call it Fright Fest. The fun thing about Fright Fest is that they have there employers dress up zombies and other characters of scary movies. What makes it scarier is when it gets dark; they fog out the whole place, which makes it easier for them to hide and to creep on people, but makes us hard to see. This was one of my favorite times to go to Six Flags. We went to Six Flags in the morning. We got there around 9:00 to 9:30. I was waiting in line with my older brother and my cousin’s friends. They brought these super hot friends that had green eyes and a nice slim body. BEAUTIFUL. They were sisters that had nothing in common but had each others eyes, one of them was older and the other was younger. The older girl was 18 years old and her name was Halloway. When I heard her name for the first time, I thought it was a strange name for a Chicano. Her sister was 16, her name was Heather. Both of there name started the letter H and were the same height, around 5’6 to 5’7.While we were waiting in line, the employers had games like jeopardy and dance offs. Every time someone won, they had prizes like: 15% off a Batman T-shirt or a Superman T-shirt. I realized that there was one minute till they opened the gate, I got ready and ran to the ticket booth, and I was fourth in line. The tickets were fifty dollars plus tax. It came out to be about: fifty-five dollars with seventy-five cents. It was cheaper for us because we brought a Coca-Cola bottle; which had an offer written on it… it was: buy one and get one free. We paid a hundred-ten dollars with forty-five cents. Then we passed the security check booth, which had everybody remove all the things you had in your pockets and also made me remove my belt because it kept beeping. When we got our belongings back, the lady scanned our tickets and said, “Welcome to Six Flags Magic Mountain… Enjoy Fright Fest today and don’t forget to SCREAM!!…”.While we were walking in, a photographer took our picture together. The first ride that we had our eye on and were hypnotized by was: GOLIATH… It had the biggest drop from all the others. It had a lot of curves and it went super fast. There was sign that had the time limit to get to this ride. It was 2 hours. While we were waiting in line, there was some girls behind us… they looked like they wanted to throw up just by being in line. I also had a tingly feel on my stomach and felt like I couldn’t breathe. The cold feeling in the building made it worst for me. I got better in five minutes; it went away. We were an hour away from getting on the ride. Halloway and I had to go to the rest room really bad, but we couldn’t because we were to ahead to go all the way downstairs. We had to move around because I didn’t want to pee my pants in front of her …So I started to goof dance, I was doing the Sprinkler and Rolling the Dice. She thought it was funny, but I thought was acting like a dumbass in front of her. It was worth it, rather than having a big wet spot on my pants. When that was over with, we were on top and had to choose which lane we wanted to ride on. I was riding next to her but I didn’t want her to go on the front because I was scared of heights. She didn’t know that. She chose the middle cart which was alright with me. We were two people away from getting there. I was freaking out but I manned up and got on it with her. The carts were so small and uncomfortable. It had no where to grab on to… the announcer said, “Put on your seatbelts and if you’re having any problems, raise your hand up… Enjoy your ride”. The ride took off, we were going up and the only thing you can hear is, “Clack, Clack, Clack…” constantly. I was getting nervous. We were half way there and out of nowhere… it stopped. We were stuck. Halloway was kind of scare, she asked me to hug her. Even though, I was stuck up there for a whole hour, it was worth holding her in my arms…

Poems: 1.
Narrative Poem



They said she had no talent,
I told her she was the best artist I have seen,
They told her she will never be good,
Until they saw what I have seen,

A beautiful painting of the world and the sea,
They were shocked and hypnotized I see,
They told her she is the next Picasso,
I told her,” You See”, anything is possible,
Next day, I asked her to marry me.

2.
Imitation Poem



If I should die,
You should live,
I would continue my love,

When I say goodbye and shut my eyes,
Forever,
I will see you from up high in the sky,

Until I see you once again,
I’ll cry and hold you,
I’ll never ever say goodbye to you once again

3.
Imagist Poem


I was walking on Hollywood Boulevard,
The city had a nice cozy breeze everywhere I went,
The smell of hot dogs wrapped around with bacon,
Guys were taking of off their shirts and started shaking,

Long wide buildings with windows on every side,
The building having no color,
Only graffiti on side lower sides of it,
The busyness of the whole city,

Cars and people going up and down,
Day by day,
No one has the chance to lie down.

4.
Abstract Concept Poem



A river runs,
True to blood,
Carrying dreams,

Running away it seems,
Faltering in such needs,
All that we believe,
Is being washed away,

Forever it seems,
In a direction,
Often unseen.....


5.

Stream of Consciousness Poem


The sun goes down,
The moon comes up,
Its night time as I fly by,

I get sad,
By the time the moonlight is out of time,

I cry and cry,
Until I see my moonlight once more time,
I fly till the end of time.