I like my pieces that I wrote this year in creative writing, because I feel that I can write about pretty much anything I can do.  I am proud of this piece the most, because it is the piece that I got the most creative with.

Magicians

It was gray and dull with a cold january wind whipping down the small one way street.  It was quiet except for mumble of people talking, munching and clicks of chess timers.  A door across the street from the small park starts rattling.  The door suddenly slams open.  Behind the door there is a huge golden lawn with flowers and trees, with golden sun pouring onto the lawn.  Out of the mist and dew a man walks out.  He is tall, about 6’3, dark skin and bald.  Straightening his suit, he walks onto the street, cautiously looking up and down the block.  He then walks across the street and when he is on the other side, he flicks his hand and the door closes.  He pulls a newspaper out of his pocket sits on a bench that is falling apart, but when he sits on it, it magically rights itself.  After a couple of minutes he looks up from his newspaper and looks around as if he can sense something different.  “Malorie, what is it?”he asks into his newspaper.  “George, it is happening, he is stirring.”  George looked up from his newspaper to see a lady in a close cut red velvet coat.  Malorie stares at him and grabs something from her pocket and stuffs it into his newspaper then she disappears in a swirl of leaves.  He opens the newspaper and sees a dead moth weighing about 20 pounds and 2 feet long.  Quickly he walks back through the door and from the opposite side of the bench where George was sitting a man in a thick coat, quickly walks away.
“Dude, come over here.  What are you doing sitting there alone?”  The voice came from a lady with deep black glossy hair, that was going down her back.  Bright red lips,  in a tight white belly shirt.  With a cigarette in her mouth, it was hard to hear her.  She beckoned to him (Quin) to sit on the couch next to her boyfriend and her.  Quin shook his head instead walked into his tiny little room.  WIth a sigh and a groan he layed down on his bed and took out a book, called: The Vartonlos.  The Vartonlos was a book about a magical wizarding family, they lived in a big mansion, around the 1800’s.  TO BE CONTINUED…