Creative Writing

By George Foster How does Democracy stay afloat When it can be a nearly sunken boat How can it promote and protect equality When it can lose and mistreat authority For some that are elected to power Have minds and thoughts, ever so sour They talk their way to the chair Promising people love and care But when they then hold the power They take control, opponents devoured And even if a dictator doesn’t come in Disagreements and fights always begin For among those who won the vo

By George Foster Synopsis Oliver and his friends Harry and John join the British army, hoping to find a heroic adventure in the fields of France in late WW1. However upon arriving and meeting grizzled veterans like Captain Radcliff and the incompetent Lt. Col. Jenkins, the reality of their situation sinks in. After spending some quiet yet disturbing time in the trenches, they join the final major attack of the war. Afterwards Oliver wakes up in a hospital, learning from nurs

Spes climbed up the mountain, a final challenge before his ultimate salvation. He hung on roots and vines as he pulled his living corpse further up the slope. He had bread and honey in his bag: a temptation, an offering, a distraction. Despite his bony body, he would not dare snack on the morsel. It was his only hope to gain an audience with his god, Vindicta. Yet he needed something to help him push on, so he looked back down the mountain for motivation, not daring to snack

Darkness. That's really the only word he could describe it as. The man looked around, trying to find anything that could inform him of where he was. But the only thing he could see was just more darkness. There was no sound, no imagery, no smell, and no touch. He looked down and could not even discern his own body. As far as he could discern, he had no body to speak of, not that he could speak anyway. Yet, despite having no legs, he wasn’t falling or lying on any flat surface

Name: George Foster Another day without any sort of miseries Focused on a man with many moral victories Surrounded by a large, loud happy crowd With a wife, and a guard to look around But as this man enjoyed his happy time A hidden killer, about to make crime He was unnoticed with his lethal gun One or more shots, the deed was done As the crowd screamed due to horrid fear Quicker then he came, death disappeared Eventually the killer was found and caught But like his beloved v