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Creative Writing · 289 words
- Women is the source of creation and embodiment of life.she is the wife who sacrifices everything for love,the mother of unfathomable love,the daughter suppressed and denied her rights.yet she seeks new horizons.she gives birth to life itself.yet women have always experienced injustice.they are the...
Creative Writing · 929 words
- It was going to be different this year. I was sick of the good girl image and I wanted to change. We all wanted to change. We wanted to do something spontaneous to start our sophomore year off with a bang. It was time to have a some fun and make our lives interesting. So what could make life...
Creative Writing · 1,054 words
- As a mother, I feel it is my duty to protect my children from harm. I will never forget the feeling of helplessness the first time my child was seriously injured.
A few days earlier, I found out that I was unexpectedly pregnant with my daughter and that made things difficult between my boyfriend...
Creative Writing · 482 words
- An experience that significantly influenced my academic interest in education stems from the death of my uncle. In today's society, students spend more time at school than at home. Therefore, teachers must be in-tune with their students. If teachers cared more about their students and wanted to...
Creative Writing · 1,242 words
- It was 1744, a young man named George Mason, sailed into the port
of a tropical island called Agricola. George was a man around 27 years old,
who was bored with his life in Liverpool, England. He had a scruffy face
that looked like he was trying to grow a beard. All and all, George looked
like a...
Creative Writing · 675 words
- As I walked down the cold hallway with my mom, I began to hear the subtle whine and noise of vehicles scurrying around. Reaching the end, the shiny paint and the smell of jet fuel had an almost hypnotizing effect. Walking through the steel doorway into the plane, the flight attendant and the...
Creative Writing · 3,985 words
- Chapter I
I was with george in a small town that afternoon. We were playing
horseshoes and we were betting on them horseshoes. As George leaned over
the bench shot a glanceat me and said "Watch 'ya plannin' on doin'
afterwards..." i told him i was going to hike over to the bunk house and
have a...
Creative Writing · 829 words
- Halloween is looming and Blair, my four year old great-niece, has been talking about it for weeks. She told me, confidentially, quietly whispering in my ear, that this year she's going as Cinderella. I'm sure I frowned upon hearing the news. I was hoping for Xena, Warrior Princess or Buffy the...
Creative Writing · 597 words
- The dead people might left something useful for you. People in the
history could keep us from doing something wrong that they had done. In
generations, people improved so much because of those individuals in the
past gave us experience, so, we don't go to the wrong directions again.
There are...
Creative Writing · 445 words
- The Happy Boy
Many, many years ago, there lived a young man in the city. He was a sad person because he always thought that he didn't have anything. He was a good looking man, very strong, and always worked out in the gym. He had a good family that loved him. His father worked hard. His...
Creative Writing · 339 words
- Every time I open the door to my room, waves of hot and musty
scents of piss and sweat fill my nose. I have a contentious debate with
myself whether or not to open my closet. I'm afraid that the dead mice of
sugar hungry ants will invade my subconsious and give me bad dreams.
Debates over, closet...
Creative Writing · 269 words
- The Prologue of
The story of Lawny will be brief and have purpose. His great story will soon come to surface. The lesson i teach will never get old, for the moral with in, seems to be bold. So open your ears, it's not straining to hear, the tale of Lawny will now appear. The Tale of...
Creative Writing · 842 words
- I awoke to the smell of an old house, the lights were off and the
house was cold and damp. Doug was nudging me saying "Wake-up! I got us a
wake-up . . . get out of bed!" He was wide awake and holding a sixteenth
of cocaine in his hand. My stomach started churring as I got up and ran to
the...
Creative Writing · 404 words
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,,Suvenirul modern este expresia kitschului..."
'n societatea de azi auzim peste tot de kitsch: 'n muzic? , literatur? , teatru , pictur? , 'n arta 'n general , ajung'ndu-se chiar la un comportament kitsch . Dar de unde provine acest termen ?i aceasta...
Creative Writing · 836 words
- Moving to Ankeny proved to be more difficult that I first expected.
I had been looking forward to moving out of the house for over four years,
and wxpected it to be easy and fun. Moving turned out to be neither easy
nor very fun, as I had hoped it would be.
I took us four trips to Ankeny just to...
Creative Writing · 1,007 words
- Ryan and I were the closest of friends. Our childhood lives were filled with a never-ending number of adventures. Getting out of the house was our favorite thing to do, not because we were avoiding a fear from being inside or because we were prisoners of any sort, but because our curious minds...
Creative Writing · 1,351 words
- Thump!Thump! There was a loud noise at the door, "Alright hold on, I'm
coming." Tim yelled. Tim was in his early twenties, he had a blue mowhawk,
always dressed shabby, and addicted to heroin. Tim walked to the door and opened
it, "Yes." he said sarcastically.
The man at the door asked if...
Creative Writing · 855 words
- Once upon a time there was a huge mountain on a deserted island. It used to be deserted at least, that was until an older yet agile monkey named Quinn, his wife Mandy, and his two boys, Jamal and Orson, made it to the top. They set up a nice, comfortable nest and lived happily at the top of the...
Creative Writing · 511 words
- It was an early Saturday morning, about 6:00am. I was Awake and
dressed ready to fish! I had been preparing for the fishing derby for
about 1 month and was ready to win. I got to the lake at about 6:30 and
started to fish. As the day progressed more and more people showed up.
Before noon there...
Creative Writing · 559 words
- My parents decided that they needed to get away from all their
problems for a while. They planned a little weekend excursion to Ocean
City Maryland. This was the first time they left my sister and I home
alone, and they trusted us to take good care of the house and keep
everything under control. ...
Creative Writing · 755 words
- It was a warm, dry summers day in the great bowl of Nevada's desert
when I made my grave error. We learn from our errors, so in some cases it
doesn't hurt to make them provided there is not a permanent repercussion
from your mistake. I have a rock that reminds me of this incident and I
would like...
Creative Writing · 220 words
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It was a Monday morning when three friends met up at each other lockers like they always do. The three friend's names were Arielle, Jessica, and Raven. Raven started the conversation.
"Hey guys how's it going? What did u all do over the weekend?"
Then Arielle explained what she...
Creative Writing · 551 words
- Dear Mr. R. Kirby Godsey,
In the process of life we face many challenges and many crossroads. We
have many choices and many decisions to make. In making these decisions we must
keep in mind the moral values our parents have taught us since we were born.
Those Christian values should guide our lives...
Creative Writing · 794 words
- As an Asian American, living in Fall River, I take pride in my culture and heritage. My parents are of Chinese ancestry and they lived in Cambodia for many years. When the Khmer Rouge took over the Cambodian government they decided to get rid of everyone that are not Cambodian Citizen. Since my...
Creative Writing · 4,941 words
- I would like to write a story about a conflict I had with a past boss.
It had to deal with the fact that he did not want to hear my side of the story,
and listen totally to the customer. This has affected my life and the way I
work with my co-workers to this present date. I work at a home rental...
Creative Writing · 752 words
- Speech 5:
Outline
Topic/ Title: Printing (offset Lithography) / An Everlasting Impression
Goal of Speech: to inform about the history of printed material and the need for it.
I. Introduction
a) Attention getter
Many people do not realize the importance of lithography and the...
Creative Writing · 342 words
- Feelings of disgust fill me when I observe the identity of an
individual being crushed by the widespread need to fit in with society and
be like everyone else. Differences in character, appearance and emotion
are created by unique pasts, and form the foundation for personal beliefs.
When these...
Creative Writing · 278 words
- I was born in a jungle as cotton, white, formless, spread widely across many plants, with no specific purpose, but a world full of possibilities.
Then I went through a grind (cut & stitched) in the factory, picked up specific form (a bag), a specific color (violet), and some designs too'something...
Creative Writing · 435 words
- I always wished that I would live long enough to witness the discovery
of alien life on another planet. I guess a genie somewhere in this small
world heard me and granted my wish, well sort of anyway.
The discovery of these microscopic life forms on a rock that came from
mars found in an...
Creative Writing · 192 words
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In the dark, where the demons hide
Into the darkness I will ride
The demons surround me, there's no escape from this hell
If I can escape only time will tell
The darkness surrounds me, I cannot see
There is nothing that can set me free
Shackled to the wall, the chains are so tight
There is...
Creative Writing · 1,635 words
- Today our legion was ordered a forced march on Tai'Shiva, one of the enemies darkest fortifications, an infamous slaughter house of Demons, Devil Spawn, and the feared and hated Fetch. We are to be the scout force to Tai'Shiva in our lord Sephrioth's army. I guess our reputation with the generals...
Creative Writing · 206 words
- Amazing! This one hit me like the prickling buzz of a mid summer high tide line's "stanklucht"!!
Tell me, do you know morphogenics? How close the gist of this gem parallels the parable of the Hunkering Seagull Karkass as the mud drawings of my forefathers have retold it throughout...
Creative Writing · 505 words
- As thousands of people poured into the rectangular shaped stadium for what was
being called, "the event of the century" , the participants readied themselves
for the hardships they would surely suffer from the games. After a long
grueling season of intense bodily torture this would by the final...
Creative Writing · 501 words
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Est ce que vous savez quelque qui a un trouble d'alimentation? De 100 ?l?ves, 1 ou 2 vont avoir un type de trouble de l'alimentation. C'est accuse de les magazines, la t?l?vision ou juste les personnes qui dit que vous devez 'tre plus petit. Beaucoup de filles et gar?ons...
Creative Writing · 1,025 words
- The clock struck 6:02 marking the start of the most important day of my life. It was not the average Tuesday morning; it was the day of my big presentation. At 10:00 I was scheduled to present my ideas on the new Charmin bath tissue account. This was by far the largest account of our young...
Creative Writing · 575 words
- The Final Choice (Touching The Void Chapter 6)
In this chapter of touching the void Simon is faced with a horrible decision; Should he sever the rope holding Joe and possibly kill him in the process, saving himself, or should he keep the rope attached, whilst his stability on the mountain...
Creative Writing · 1,407 words
- "What you say we go down shore and see what the storm brung in?" says
Richard.
"Ya, bet we get ourselves some fresh lobster out some ole' trap we find
washed up!" exclaims Chester.
"Martha, get us our coats while we find dem damn boots!" says Richard.
The two men get their boots, grab their...
Creative Writing · 740 words
- Life in Junior High was easy. The day began with a sparkle, as the
spot of meeting friends, and attending class with fun-filled activities,
come to mind. School was not boring, it was fun because the teachers who
cared made it fun. Knowledge learned from school kept students focused and
made...
Creative Writing · 605 words
- Everybody has one of those days where they feel that they are
invulnerable. Those are the days were you need excitement and you don't
care where you get it. The thought of dying or getting seriously hurt
never crosses your mind. I am going to describe to you one of those days I
had. It all...
Creative Writing · 299 words
- En la actualidad existen varios cuestionamientos respecto a distintas teor'as planteadas, una teor'a es una visi'n racional respecto de algo, es una ''construcci'n intelectual'', a partir de la cual podemos verificar o refutar ciertos hechos, como tambi'n dar a conocer nuevos.
En el caso de la...
Creative Writing · 766 words
- When you are happy, you never think that it can end in a second. Of
course, if you always had tried to imagine something bad, you would not have
been so happy. After an incident I had had once, I understood that happiness
could be just one step away from loosing it.
I was seventeen. Summer was in...
Creative Writing · 294 words
- One summer day Alice was sitting on the riverbank with her older sister. Alice's sister was reading a book and Alice noticed that the book didn't have any pictures, which made Alice lose interest in it. Then as she looked out into the meadow, she saw something very strange. She saw a large white...
Creative Writing · 632 words
- I have before me an orange colored sphere. At a distance it appears to be a plain old orange. If I take a closer look, however it is not plain in the least little bit. A whole new world opens up to me.
From the outside the main color is orange. But there are a few discolorations along the...
Creative Writing · 802 words
- There was a boy called so one day grabs his glass, and stares into the sun filled room, like a seaman searching for land. Not for the first time in a couple of years he's scowling deeply. Their relationship had begun in this sunlit space. Thinking back, he loses count of the times since...
Creative Writing · 935 words
- Vlad was dressed in his usual outfit of black denim jeans,' black silk
shirt and sunglasses even though it was 12:00 am, well after dark. He had
one thought on his mind, make the meeting on time. As he walked, he
recalled the circumstances leading up to his midnight stroll. He had been
contacted...
Creative Writing · 322 words
- Always walk through life as if you have something new to learn and you will" a famous saying by Vernon Howard one of world famous writer and also a lecturer! As his saying refers to the well known fact "that leaning is always there with us in different form throughout our life" and it is not at all...
Creative Writing · 2,477 words
- In order to be a good teacher I feel that one needs to be open and
understanding of different events that might take place in the classroom.
Students today are not treated the same as they were during the beginning of
education and we have a variety of students which attend our public...
Creative Writing · 1,108 words
- Over the course of my life I have been faced with some uncomfortable situations due to the racial diversity of my family. I have seven cousins that are mulatto, two cousins that are Chinese, one aunt who is Japanese, and one of my uncles is engaged to a Korean woman. When I was younger it would...
Creative Writing · 156 words
- , I see joy mixed with pain,
You have been hurt, but your smile still remains.
Your're like a fine wine that gets better with time,
Sometimes I deeply fantasize about you being mine.
Your face is like the sun, it lighten up my day,
Some reason I have to smile when you walk my...
Creative Writing · 4,396 words
- I used to work for the F.B.I., in the Portland office. It was my
childhood dream to be the one who gets the bad guy.
My fiftieth birthday was in just three months. I had a wife and three
children, still do, and the same job I'd had since my graduation from Quantico.
We were living just outside...
Creative Writing · 439 words
- Ring! Ring! Ring!' My alarm clock rang. I opened my heavy eyelids and suddenly remembered that that day, Monday, was the day of the class excursion to Palau Ubin with Miss Lee, our science teacher. I sprang out of bed and began to brush my teeth. After that, I changed into my school uniform and had...
Creative Writing · 361 words
- My first impression of Miss Vicki was a highly authorative figure
towering over me. Her voice boomed and the earth shook whenever she marched.
She seemed like such an unapproachable and distant person. That was in the
first year of High School. She was my Literature teacher then.
During my first...
Creative Writing · 156 words
- I'm a 14 year old girl. An aspiring fashion designer though I don't know how to draw. Yeah, you might say it's stupid but I really don't know how. People often judge me and I hate it. But I love those times when I prove them wrong, it means I'm a way different from what they thought.
I used to be...
Creative Writing · 479 words
- I sat on the beach eyeing the brown haired hunk who sat all alone a
little way away from me. I kept thinking of whether I should get up and
"accidentally" trip next to him. After pondering this for about 15 minutes,
I decided what the heck- I didn't have anything to lose. As I Got up, I
glanced...
Creative Writing · 523 words
- The night started out wonderful. The mead-hall looked its best during the evening meal. Food of all sorts were scattered among the vast, wooden table. As the women brought out the many assortments of food they were captivated by the smiles of every man. The bread was freshly made and right out of...
Creative Writing · 449 words
- Dear Editor,
I have recently read an article in the newspaper that concerned
young people doing community service after they graduate high school. It
stated that they should do two years of community service. I disagree with
the article for many reasons.
Many people will agree with me about the...
Creative Writing · 341 words
- I left Henry behind awhile back. He couldn't keep up with me, no skin off my nose. I don't want anything to do with him. I'm smart enough to know that the only reason he agreed to come on this hike with me was to get into my pants. He' probably going to end up lost, but like I said, no skin off my...
Creative Writing · 266 words
- At the very sight of this title you would perhaps say to yourself, 'Only fools would do that. I know better.' But I've heard of several famous men who did read dictionaries. They gloried in dictionaries and and read them with the delight that some travellars find in guidebooks and...
Creative Writing · 1,628 words
- Alan and Dan lived in a small western town. They were good friends and had been for some time. The two high school seniors spent most weekends together. It was, however, a small town that they lived in, leaving them with nothing to do on a Friday night when there wasn't a party or sporting event....
Creative Writing · 865 words
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'This is what come to me to do,' Phoenix said, 'I going to the store and buy my child a little windmill they sells, made out of paper. He going to find it hard to believe there such a thing in the world. I'll march myself back where he waiting, hold it straight up in this...
Creative Writing · 224 words
- My science class and I went to Miller Springs to learn about
sediments and nature a few days ago. The good and bad sides of the trip I
will explain below.
The first good side of the trip was that we got out of school and
were able to be outside. The second good side was that fun to learn...
Creative Writing · 403 words
- Life in the city is full of activity. Early in the morning hundreds of people rush out of their homes in the manner ants do when their nest is broken. Soon the streets are full of traffic. Shops and offices open, students flock to their schools and the day's work begins. The city now throb with...
Creative Writing · 992 words
- Before visiting the Boott Cotton Mill, I thought about what it
would look like. Everybody knows what a mill looks like, especially an old
mill. I expected a large brick building with smoke stacks outside, inside I
expected fully functional product producing facility.
When I got there I was quite...
Creative Writing · 1,025 words
- once stood proud as a beacon of good and hope. It was a symbol of human possibilities ' a testament to human architecture and achievement. Yet not even the grand metropolis of Fairfield could withstand the infection. The chaos had destroyed the previously glamorous city and...
Creative Writing · 676 words
- After I wake up I quickly come to a reality check. Realizing that I
will have a white collard job. Working through the ranks from the bottom
up to reach a reasonable goal. I will have diplomas and achievements, but
I doubt if I will manage a billion dollar company. In my reality working
hard is...
Creative Writing · 227 words
- It was 1865 when slavery ended, but I still look back at those days. I
still remember being beaten by my master. There was nothing I could do because
I was a slave all my life. Until slavery ended I was not free.
All of us slaves were shy. We did not talk to each other. As a matter
of fact,...
Creative Writing · 369 words
- While thinking about an important event that became a turning point
in my life, my thoughts were drawn to the death of an old family friend,
I'll call Jim. Jim's death from AIDS has made me think about life and how
important it is to be aware of such a deadly disease. Funding for research
and...
Creative Writing · 439 words
- The couple proceeded to leave; the rage on his face more than apparent. He walked ahead, allowing the door to close behide him, almost as if he had been in the restaurant alone. This felt worse than slap to her face. Her eyes seemed to focus on each step as she followed her companion out of the...
Creative Writing · 1,158 words
- Europe is one of the most wonderful and historical continents in the world. It is full of beautiful countries that represent their own religions and cultures. Europeans are mostly known for their ethnic food and historical sites and let's not forget parties and good time. Even though Europe might...
Creative Writing · 274 words
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Bobinot and his son are at a store and, out of nowhere a storm comes along. It will be a better idea if they waited for the storm to pass, so they wait inside the store. While they're in the store, Bobinot decides to buy shrimp to his wife, Calixta as a gift.
Calixta does not realize...
Creative Writing · 694 words
- The clock had chimed loudly for the third time. In half an hour my
little sister will have finished kinder for the day and would be waiting
for me to pick her up. My mum was in a hurry and ordered me to turn off the
annoying kettle. The kettle sat there boldly ringing in the gleaming
afternoon...
Creative Writing · 628 words
- After a very meaningful conversation with my dad about the old
days, we came up with an object that we both remember cleary. It was my
very first biclycle. My mind told me that I got it when I was only eight
but my mom insisted that I was seven when I got it. Either of us had a
proof, and so we...
Creative Writing · 486 words
- Once there were two people named Marsha and Leroy. They were madly in
love with each other and their personalities were exactly alike. Marsha and
Leroy were absolutely perfect for each other except for two characteristics
about each of them. Marsha had a rather wealthy family and their...
Creative Writing · 535 words
- The word wealth derives from the Old English words 'weal' (well-being) and 'th' (condition) which taken together means 'the condition of well-being'. In general sense wealth meaning a large amount of money, property, etc. that a person or country owns. Most of us associate wealth with money, our...
Creative Writing · 678 words
- Oso was old. The joints in her limbs were stiff, so she didn't walk very fast. She had, during the last few years, become hard of hearing, and had to be summoned to her meals by the flicking of the porch lights, on and off, to get her attention. Yet, she just kept trucking along, happy as can...
Creative Writing · 483 words
- He walked in the door with the grace of Marilyn Monroe. A grin sheepishly spread across his face, as if he was almost anticipating some remark from myself or our staff. At the front desk he checked in simply stating, 'Hi, my name is Michael and I have a appointment at 1:00.'
Michael was about...
Creative Writing · 235 words
- During the December festive season almost every shopping and business complex is
a hive of activity. The last few days before Christmas are exceptionally busy
days. Many last minute shoppers scurry along from shop to shop in a last bid to
complete their shopping. unfortunately mum and I were also...
Creative Writing · 2,165 words
- Over 800 people attended the funeral, according to the local
newspaper's estimate.....
The cloudless day, lit by an early morning sun that cast soft shadows
among the mourners, was disturbed only by the gentle murmur of the
preacher's voice and the distant hum of traffic racing past on Hwy...
Creative Writing · 710 words
- A symbol that best represents myself is my guitar. I have always
wanted to play the guitar since I was thirteen. Ever since I saw the
Rolling Stones in concert. I took lessons the following year, and have
been playing ever since then. Other than the Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton
also has...
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The assigning of a paper called the world is my text is inconceivable to my mind at the moment how could I possibly start a paper that in a sense has no purpose except to what the user is just thinking of at the moment.
Then the title makes me think hmm well a couple of...
Creative Writing · 701 words
- Hi ! My name is Artie, but please, call me "A".
Okay, now a little about myself.
I am an 11 year old, short, I have brown eyes and brown hair. I am quit and
love to make money.
Because it was summer, my mother thought it would be a good idea to send me on
a trip across america with this tour she...
Creative Writing · 3,536 words
- Your getting another one?' Harley asked. 'Yea I have to I want people to know why I got who he is and it's not like a complete new one I'm just adding on to another one' I justified. Harley was trying to talk me out of yet another tattoo. I only have 7, I don't see what the big deal is but eh...
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- Personal Essay: I Propose To Change the Status of Craighead County, AR From A Dry
I propose to change the current status of Craighead County, Arkansas
from a dry county to a wet county. Although there are strong arguments that the
benefits of being a dry county are greater than the drawbacks, it...
Creative Writing · 787 words
- "Ahh, there's no wind today," sighed Cobi as he tacked his sail around and
headed for the shore. Cobi was a sailor. Cobi wasn't a typical sailor, Cobi
was a National Championship winning sailor. A sailor who thrived on high winds
and rough seas, who has accomplished everything there is to...
Creative Writing · 356 words
- A very famous man once said, ' Life is short, drink it up.'
Although this saying seems silly it is actually a very useful phrase. No
one really realizes how precious life is until they nearly lose it. I used
to not care about being careful or making smart decisions up until about a
year...
Creative Writing · 175 words
- I woke up with a idea to work hard today and be a better me tomorrow. There not much more I can go through ,that i havent already. I learned alot by just living life.
One day I was walking down the street like I normaly does,and I saw this strange car on side of the road with a older lady and a...
Creative Writing · 460 words
- When I was little I loved animals. Although most children have pets,
I could not convince my parents into allowing me to have one until my pre teens.
I could not have been happier the day my family went to the pound and I picked
out my dog Skippy. Skippy loved to run and he was loyal to me and I...
Creative Writing · 838 words
- This is no fantasy. This is no fallacious delusion of a sick, twisted
mind. This is the honest-to-God truth. I love horror novels. Stephen
King and Edgar Allen Poe are my idols. Perhaps having these two, demented
madmen as my personal mentors sounds sick, but I tend to think as they do.
Most...
Creative Writing · 1,181 words
- These are dark days for Tamia, so dark that we may never again see the
light of day. A cloud of darkness, thick as smoke, clings to our fair city
like a foul mist. Inside Tamia, it is almost perpetual night. Creatures
most foul maraud, pillage, and kill at will. Yes, there are those who
would...
Creative Writing · 321 words
- As Edna Pontellier stared out into the vast sea, she attempted to catch the wind in her hands, and failed. The wind was much too free for her to try to hold in once place for such a long time, much like her emotions. She contemplated whether or not she should continue with her mission. To end the...
Creative Writing · 880 words
- My Grandfather, although he moved around a lot when he was a kid, grew
up fairly well. He has lived in California, Texas, Wisconsin and many others.
He traveled to many places because of his first career.
Grandpa was born in Salt Lake City, Utah. He lived there for the first
three months of his...
Creative Writing · 1,397 words
- "Bzzz! Bzzz!" The alarm went off, and Susan Calvin rolled over. It was 6:30
in the morning, and RoboTimer' had done its job admirably, waking her up to the
second of the time that it had been factory-programmed. Unfortunately, it hadn't
been set to the correct date, and when it announced "Saturday,...
Creative Writing · 580 words
- Don't you hate it when you don't have enough money while in places that it could come in really handy. I don't mean in general but while in positions that you need it to buy something that doesn't even cost that much at all. Well I do, and I have a whole bunch of experiences in which this has...
Creative Writing · 295 words
- A leopard ran to the city of San Francisco. It realized it was in a different habitat, and so it just kept running through the streets of San Francisco. Many people saw the wild animal and let out a huge scream. Not knowing what to do, the leopard used its animal instincts by roaring back at the...
Creative Writing · 879 words
- There I was, sitting on my bed at 2:30 am. Wondering about the
dream I just had. Not only was it stupid, but I have never had such a weird
dream. It was really different.
The dream was about a little dog. The dog was walking on my chest,
while I was lying on something soft. I think it was a...
Creative Writing · 188 words
- How my mouse trap car works
I have 2 mouse traps, 2 pencils for the rear axle, 3 CD's 2 for the rear 1 for the front, 2 pieces of string, 1 wooden frame, and tape for traction. First you pull back the traps. Second you spin the pencil to rap the string around it and that will hold the traps...
Creative Writing · 400 words
- The other night I was takin the trash out. I heard ol' Bessie, my cow
carryin on like there was a snake in her pin. I ran over and I said "Bessie,
you best hush up!" That's when I seen it. It was a round hunk of metal
flyin through the sky. At first I thought it was the top of my grain bin.
That's...
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- As I stood at the three point line, the ball seemed to be in slow motion.
Screams from the crowd came as the ball dropped through the net. Not only did
this shot go in but it dropped through the net with such force that it made a
sound that was heard throughout the gym. The gym was packed and the...
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- The impairment I received to do my disability awareness activity was a . To simulate this disability, so that I could get a deeper understanding of the handicaps that follow, I wore a pair of safety glasses that were covered in vaseline for two days. During these two days I tried to go on with my...
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- Joel was sitting in the airport lounge, sipping his mineral water, when the
tanoy came on," BA flight two-six-one to Milan is now boarding. Please make your
way to departure gate three, Thank you."
" That's me! See you later Shaz, I'll phone you when I get there !"
" See you Joel, hope...
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- A piece of advice that I often receive is "as long as you do your best."
This refers to success in everything from school to careers. I believe
that this is good advice because it tells me that they trust my judgment
and will respect my decisions, even if they are the wrong ones. This helps
to...
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- Situated at the front of the school, and ever-present in the back of
every student's mind, is the dark, ominous, Kremlin-like structure known as
the attendance office. Every student knows that there are only three
reasons for being there: a friendly yet cold visit to clear absences or...
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- I sat in the woods in my backyard to get away from my busy life,
and sit and observe things that happen, that I'm to busy to see. Those
things are things that you have to take time and sit out of your busy life
to notice. Those things are all around us but we just don't know they are
happening...
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- This is a true tale of me and my life, or at least for a short while. The
day had started out so well, you see I had become somewhat of a owner of women.
I was interested in this becomes because of the free jobs that came with it. You
see because of my gorgeous looks the women had trouble seeing...
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- It was 1929. I lived in a large apartment in Munich, so big to fit me, my mama, papa, sister, and six brothers. We had a close relationship with the Catholic family who lived in the only other apartment on our floor. The M'llers were a nice couple who did not care that we were Jews. We had dinners...
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- Sumitville is a city with 1,000,000 people in it. It's is prosperous city because it has a great economy, government, and social structure. The city is also very well maintained and fits the peoples needs. All basic things needed for the city to function were made within its borders....
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- My first impression of Miss Vicki was a highly authorative figure
towering over me. Her voice boomed and the earth shook whenever she marched. She
seemed like such an unapproachable and distant person. That was in the first
year of High School. She was my Literature teacher then.
During my first...
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- Rain clouds began to tear themselves away from the jagged peaks of the Koolau
range and rays broke through the clouds and beat down on the muddy water of
Pearl Bay. Bobby glanced toward them, but his mind was elsewhere. He paced back
and forth along the isolated stretch of the narrow beach. Now and...
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- Hello! The grandmother and granddaughter in this short story are nameless; we only know the name of the grandmother's daughter, Sylvie. The story makes it obvious that both the grandmother and granddaughter do not get along. We soon find out why: the grandmother had Sylvie out of wedlock and had a...
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- The Bell
Again without fail the bell rings
and as the loud annoying sound chimes
penetrateing my erardrums.
I stumble over the books that I have droped on the floor.
rainboots still squeeking from the rain that drenched my brand new outfit.
I wonder how my rest of the day shall be.
our eyes meet,...
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- Writing task:
Imagine you are either a soldier in the trenches or a woman back at home during WW1. Write your diary at the end of the week. Include your thoughts and feelings. (400 words)
Dear diary,
20[th] December 1915
Tonight is a cold night. I am freezing. It has been like this for the...
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- If only everyone knew the evil that runs through this kid's mind, they would realize how funny he can be. When I began freshmen year I didn't know who he was or what he was like. He seemed abnormally quiet and maybe a bit strange.
Being on sports teams for 4 years with him, helped me to get to...
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- Dawn looked out the window hopelessly as the train rolled over the
Syria border. Her black lab, Billy, sat next to her, his tongue hanging out
in exhaustion. Dawn was remembering her long boring journey from
California headed to Iraq.
First, she got on a bus from her house in Sacramento, to the...
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- Approximately fifty years ago, I met five boys at kindergarten in the city of Nashville. What makes this fact somewhat unusual is that the other night, I met them again for dinner. Somehow, through all these years, the six of us have survived the mine field of holding on to friends and we are still...
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- With your small backpack slung over your left shoulder, you took in a deep breath of the crisp fall air before breaking into a smile and letting your gaze drop to the ground, watching the vibrant colored leaves crunch underneath your feet.
Not looking back up as you walked closer to the bus stop,...
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- "This has simply gone too far!" were the words that echoed menacingly
through Bradley's room, which was engulfed in an endless stream of
paperwork. University life was not agreeing with Bradley the way he had
anticipated - his life, it seemed, had become little more than completing
one paper after...
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- Christmas is a joyous time for all but; it was not a joyous time for the family. Two days before Christmas on December 23, 1988, my parents were fighting about everything. They were yelling, screaming and cursing all through the house. As usual, I ran to my room to hide from the noise and that...
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- It was a dark and stormy Halloween night and Sal and Jess her best
friend were at Sal's house for the night to watch movies.
Knock, Knock, Knock, "Sal, someones at the door do you want me to answer
it?", Jess yelled to Sal who was upstairs doing her hair in the bathroom.
"Yeah Cool Jess its...
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- It was the middle of springtime and across from my house where the
incident took place. There was a lake there in which my brother and I loved to
explore from time to time. The humidity and waterdrops where reminiscent of a
fully functional sauna. The onslaught of heat and burning glow of the sun...
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- To who ever finds this letter,
My name is Ted Jones and I am 15 years old.
I am writing to you to tell you what life is like in the 1990's so you can
compare it to your life. I am also writing because you may find it
interesting to read about the past in the first hand.
I have three sisters, Lucy...
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- Cinthia Fernandez
Block A
What is happiness?
Happiness is a feeling someone gets inside of their body and makes the person get happy. The person wouldn't really know how to describe themselves when it would come to feeling a certain way in their body. Happiness is always the key to a better...
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- We were going to Las Vegas for vacation. I was looking foward to having
a lot of fun there. When we finally got to Las Vegas,it felt like an oven jacked
up all the way. When we got to the room it felt like when you open a
refrigerator. Then we went to see all the major attractions, like...
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- As the mud starts to surround me I am no longer able to breathe. I
catch my last gasp of air and feel a few last raindrops fall on my head. I say
goodbye to my Earth and my land. My mouth and lungs fill with mud that travels
throughout my system. I am blinded by the wet black soil that has...
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- Aside from the normal bed, closet, cabinets, computer, and obvious
Mickey Mouse and Nick Van Exel posters; my room is a world of its own.
When one walks into my room, I would image that s/he would describe it as
messy and cluttered. As, if one walked into my mind, they would think I
was merely...
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- Throughout the many unique and individual experiences I went
through, the friendships that I made were one in a million. These friends
shaped me and formed me in so many ways. I have learned an unfathomable
amount through friendships as well as accumulating a lot of personal growth.
The...
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- It must have been 4 feet long and must have weighed at least 30 lbs. It was one
of the slimiest ones we ever caught. The tentacles were almost a foot long and
the scales where the size of quarters.@ AYeah right, we believe you, (Paste
your name here).@ While my peers were playing video games...
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- After being in the animal shelter for a month the owner gave me a name, she said that she didn't think that I will ever get a family so she named me Layla. A week later the Strydom's walked in looked at a few pups and as I started licking their hands and barking they said this is the one! I finally...
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- On April 22,1998 I was at a complete stop in my car on the 60 Freeway. Approaching the 215 Freeway on my way to Santa Ana, that's when it happened. Adjusting my rear view mirror I caught a flash of white coming from behind. I heard the tires squeal and then the jolt from behind. I was rear...
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- It was only a fly ball, but I missed it. I missed a fly ball in the final
baseball game my 3rd grade year . It was a beautiful day, a few clouds covering
the extremely blue summer sky. It was very hot. I remember this because of the
tremendous amount of sweat that would run down my face while I...
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- I watched as Aunt Sally entered the courthouse to fill out my adoption
papers. She had said to me that she was going to make a sivilized young
man out of me. She actually believes that she is going to sivilize me ,
ha! I looked around the room and saw how grimy and dusty it was. There
were...
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- It's unbelievable how each year, since the beginning of high school, my perfectly laid plans for myself have unavoidably deteriorated. When I entered my freshman year, I had aspirations of being a doctor (something I had wanted to be since I was a child); I was even taking Latin to help with the...
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- During my Health Occupations classes, I have been able to learn why
it is necessary to have a portfolio when looking for a job. Having a
portfolio will show how organized I can be when getting a job. This is a
way for me to express my intelligence by presenting all the awards I have
received since...
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- Inquieta palomita,
Que vuelas y revuelas
Desde el hombro de Filis
A su halda de azucenas;
Si yo la inmensa dicha
Que t? gozas tuviera,
No d? lugar...
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- I have to prove my point to Principal Owen's. I can still make this work,
I'm sure I can. Over the past week I have shown these kids what it was like to
be equal. I can end this experiment, these kids just have to know what they are
doing is wrong and it must be stopped. The only problem will be to...
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- Sprinkle a little salt on your kid's toothbrushes the night before.
If your kids are always searching for some cash, then this is the perfect prank. Attach a dollar bill to the end of a fishing reel or a long piece of string, and leave it on the ground. As they run toward the money, slowly pull it...
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- The lair of a vicious ice-creature, deepens down to the darkest of
caves. Wandering down the trail of a somewhat stenching essence, a mist
from the steaming walls encircles the air. The substance from the cold and
darkness seeps down to the farthest of senses.
Further down, the icy walls...
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- The leaving was easier than she thought.
All those nights practising it in her head. Just wanted to look at the
gardens, so pretty in the spring. Just wanted to see the gardens. Except in
the end nobody asked. She simply put on the good blue dress, combed her
hair and walked down the corridors,...
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- I have heard insidious tales of black rains that fall on ashen
fields and metal that screams. Until now I have consoled myself that these
were nothing more than the delusions of some poor fevered mind. But today
I met a harbinger from this desolate place, and now I fear the truth.
The harbinger...
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- The day was as sunny, light and warm as my mood was on August the third of ninety six. I was going to a job interview! Not only I was going to this significant meeting, but also this particular job was going to be my first job in United States of America. It was the second best building-material...
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- Warm gusts of wind brought the smell of freshly baked pizza and
buttery popcorn through the giant metal doors. The warm-up music became
increasingly louder as I approached the steps of the famous Joe Louis Arena.
Scalpers hovered the sidewalk, while the Red Wings began departing from a
clean black...
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- ONE DAY BEHIND
The snow blinded his vision. The crosshairs aimed at the subject, he
fired, and missed. The deer, or whatever animal it was, ran off into a sea
of snow.
He said nothing. The old hunter was getting too ancient for this game.
He decided to finish up for the day. He had...
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- Another 20 years had past.
The winter here was always exposed in chilling glaze, surrounded by the depressing, smothery air. It seemed to be the single one that time could not alter. Unexpected, the sky eventually got rid of the dusk, brightening the street even though just for a while, which was...
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- I was about to leave my algebra class one day when the teacher asked me
a question. "Could you do help me out with my rollbook program?" he asked. "Sure,
how can I help?" I replied. "I'm not sure about how to save back-up copies of my
work. Could you show me how?" he said.
At this moment, I...
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- The first time when I heard this name "Jim Thomson's House" in the class of English for Guide, I didn't know what this place is like and there were many questions about this house in my head such as where is it located ? who is Jim Thomson ? what did he do? why his house is famous? and what are...
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- Mitmachgeschichte (Der erste Schnee)
Gerade noch im Land der Tr'ume, wache ich auf. Mein Zimmer ist von Licht durchflutet. G'hnend schaue ich auf meinen Wecker, der neben meinem Bett auf der Kommode steht. Aufgrund meiner M'digkeit brauche ich erst einen kleinen Moment um die Uhrzeit abzulesen....
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- Dear Paul,
About 2 weeks ago I went on an exciting trip along the Ganges River. In
this letter I'll tell you all about it. It turns out that the Ganges has its
beginning in an ice cave 10,300 feet above sea level in the snow-covered
Himalayan Mountains of northern India. From there, the river flows...
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- In His Name
My mother was on the phone and I was dying to be in the loop. After a while I picked up on what they were talking about."We are invited to have a feast at your cousin's," she said. I planned to eat nothing so that I could stuff myself there.
I almost put away food at the party that...
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- I have found an effective way of getting ready in the morning that
saves me time. I am going to share this information with my friend
Stephanie. The order in which I get ready in the morning is as follows: I
eat, I brush my teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed, I brush my hair,
and I put on my...
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- My Den is a great place to hang out, play some pool, or just get away from the stress of every day life. My Den offers superior sound and entertainment. It has no stress related items such as a telephone, computer, desk, and no pagers are allowed. This room represents fun and relaxation for all...
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- Where a person was born or raised often plays an important role in their
lives.
There are often comparisons between a urban civilization to rural
civilization. Humans adopt to different environments that would be the most
suitable for their style of living. Society as a whole didn't tell us...
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- I would not call what I engaged in a real job because I got paid without being taxed. My mother offered me a job for twenty dollars an hour, which I considered not bad. I was to tutor my 14-year-old brother in math. He was in algebra, and it was easy for me since I was studying in calculus. So...
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- I am extremely happy at school which has helped and encouraged me to develop all
my skills both educational and social. I was also part of the Yemin Orde project
from which I benefitted enormously. Therefore as the school has done so much for
me I would like and want to return something positive...
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- is of the essence! Be on ! to go to school! We are
running out of ! You may not realize it, but our lives are controlled
by . From the we get up to the we go to bed we are its
slaves.
Being a teenager, time definetly controls me, it has to. I have to
be up at a certain time, so I wont be...
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- THE KING AND THE MASON
There was once a king. He wanted a big temple near his palace, and in a month his engineers built one for him. The temple had a beautiful dome.
At the end of the month the engineers came to him and said, "Sir, your temple is ready." The king and all his ministers went with...
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- " Ding , Ding, Ding." School had just ended. My butt had been just freed
from the oppression of that chair for the rest of my life. Never again was I
planning to sit down in Mr. Dicksons room again. But that was the least of my
concerns. Because, today I couldn't wait to get riding on the Bike...
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- Every morning Joel Hardy was awoken by his alarm at precisely seven
thirty-five. He would have a shower in the master bathroom on the third floor
of his home. He would then eat a hearty breakfast, (prepared by his beautiful
wife Joanne), with his daughter, Jennifer. Then he hopped cheerily into...
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- Four years ago, I fell in love with a beautiful girl named Tona. At first, I found her too annoying and then in the end I was wild about her, and other several men were wild about her, but that I did not know. At the same time she is intelligent, kind, and she trusts her. Although physically at...
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- going over to my Grandparent's house when I was very young. Their house was always filled with candles and strange people I didn't know. My Uncle used to own his own candle factory but decided to move his factory into my Grandparent's basement. The strange people were friends of his that would...
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- He felt alone.
Staring at the empty spot where his car had been, Tad Stevens noticed
shards of broken glass, dried up bubble gum, and trampled rave flyers.
Fresh tread marks graced the dull gravel. Compton was not a safe place to
be stranded, 300 miles away from home.
Technostate was a huge...
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- The day was August 17, 1974. The weather was hot; the people were gathered to watch. The moment had arrived; I was ready to walk down the aisle. Suddenly, someone walked in and stated, "The groom isn't here!" I couldn't believe it. The guests were told there would be a delay. The groom...
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- It was a cold night and Roger Katmandoo ( a 89 year old man) sat on his
front porch. His rocking chair squeeked as he rocked back and forth. Right then
a pair of hedlights came on and were shining right in Mr. Katmandoo's eyes. The
headlights came closer towards Roger as the car's engine screamed....
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- It was ever so dark that evening. It hurt to look at her. It was like
looking at my heart barely beating on the floor. I couldn't stand it. Love
never hurt me this much. I can't believe this happened. Why me? Why her?
Why us? In an instant it was over. I remember the first time we met. It...
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- The Ballad of Rudolph Reed
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Rudolph Reed was oaken.
His wife was oaken too.
And his two good girls and his good little man
Oakened as they grew.
"I am not hungry for berries.
I am not hungry for bread.
But hungry hungry for a house
Where at night a man in bed
"May...
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- A Modern Interpretation of Everyman (the excerpt)
Here beginneth a treatise about how God sent the IRS to summon a common
taxpayer to come and list everything that the taxpayer may count as tax
deductible. This basically sums up any good deeds the taxpayer (as a whole
everyone) has committed, such...
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- Spring, , the mere words make me tingle all over with a flood of warmth that leaves you smiling and laughing all at once. As a child was so magical to me and all though I have gotten older the warmth and love that were experienced are still fresh like a fragrant flower in my mind. The fresh new...
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- I hurried into the local department store to grab some last minute Christmas gifts. I looked at all the people and grumbled to myself. I would be in here forever and I just had so much to do. Chrismas was beginning to become such a drag. I kinda wished that I could just sleep through Christmas....
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- As I stand today at the age of 60 I tell my story of suffer and agony. Years when I lost my beloved ones, and from then on saw no light shine upon me or the following days that led to the future. Those days passed by like months and years: a vivid picture of hell. I am not ashamed to share my...
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- When I was younger, I had a teacher named HAIBUS who was really mean to me.
She was my fourth grade teacher. During that year with her, I got hurt a
lot from falling on the playground; as a result, I often went to the
nurse's office. After going there a couple of times, over a two-week period,
she...
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- Chapter 1
Another day another school...I thought about this new school they placed
me in. They said I will like it. Well I'll be the one to decide that. Next thing
I know I'm on a 6:30 train to Windsor, CT.
It was a Thursday and I received a call from Mr.Spencer, well it wasn't
really for me but...
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- It was a bright, hot summer day when it all happened. I could have been
sitting at the beach or swimming. Although that was not the case. I had to
actually put effort into something, to actually think , to actually well, read.
I went upstairs to find the summer reading list. I looked through pile...
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- Wolfgang knew about his father's past. It wasn't talked about much, but
when it was, Wolfgang's mouth would perspire saliva and he would swallow it with
fear. His past scared him, scared him so much one time while listening a small
puddle began to form around his left leg.
His father had never...
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- has been going good and bad. They are bad and good, because of being away from home, leaving my friends and boyfriend, and where my room is located. But as the days are going by things are starting to get better for me.
Getting ready for college, I never thought I would be ready to leave home and...
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- I looked at my father and he looked at me. "Why did you do it?" he asked. I
burst out in anger, "Why can't I do it?" Red with rage, he slapped me hard. I
touched my burning cheek, staring hard at him, whose face was turned away from
mine.
Then I noticed my mother sobbing beside him. I softened as...
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- I was born the 5th of November 1955.I was the first boy born after four girls.After me came two more girls, and in 1962 my father gave me a little brother. Never did get to play with my little brother.I was told that for many years,in a few years he will be big enough to play with.I grew up too...
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- One day, Dorko walks into a popular fast food joint for no other reason
than that is where his feet took him. Taking haphazard bites from other
customer's food, he crookedly makes his way to the line at a cash register. Of
course, the act of getting in line was a complete accident. He stares at...
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- That's so cool!' I exclaimed. In my hand was a Valentines Day card
which folded to make a spaceship. I was in a Hallmark card shop with my father,
looking at cards for the upcoming holiday.
'If I got you that card now, then it wouldn't be a surprise later,' my
father logically stated.
'But it's...
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- Since the beginning of time, people from different races, ethnic backgrounds, etc. have believed in a higher being. These beliefs range from worshiping sun gods, statues, and human leaders, to worshiping what the Christian religion calls God.
As far back as I can remember , I was raised in a...
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- Thousands upon thousands of tombs glistening in the sunlight at
Arlington National Cemetery. The skillful systematic arrangement of the
tombs silently spoke of lost lives, lost promises and lost dreams. As I
looked down upon this huge burial sight, I thought about the squad rants of
soldiers who...
