The Big Day
.... she
waited for me to speak first. I kissed her hand repeatedly and looking
into her dark brown eyes I said slowly overenunciating each word:
"I...love...you."
Her smile got wider as she replied. "You better. Don't you dare
flake on me now."
She lay down beside me and kissed me gently wrapping her arms
around me. I slid my hands inside her T-shirt running them up and down her
back and I said:
"We really don't have time for this."
"Absolutely not. How about the shower?"
And the shower it was, taking .....
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Creative Writing: The Chase
.... going, he and his package continued the chase already in progress.
Entering onto the interstate he planned on obtaining a very large lead on his
pursuists furthering his immunity from an almost inevitable prison cell, where
he almost certainly would end up if apprehended. At this very quick speed he
increased his lead and put himself out of danger. After half an hour, he exited
in a conspicuous place where his hide-out was located. "They'll never catch me
in here," he thought.
Getting out of the car, .....
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Creative Writing: The Chicken
.... cabbage. She would take the bugs and put them into an old Mason jar. When
the jar was full of bugs, she took them to Maryanne's coup and fed the bugs to
her as a special treat. She also fed Maryanne laying mash which was supposed to
help her lay eggs and keep her healthy.
One morning Sarah went to her mothers chicken coup to feed and water the
chickens and she saw some hens sitting on their nests and they wouldn't get up
to eat or drink. She went into the house and told her mother that some of .....
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Creative Writing: The Competitors
.... of advice. One of the competitors listening to
this advice was Matt Williams or "The Destroyer", as he was known by the crowd.
He was a powerfully built young man who was in the possession of deep opaline
eyes, nightmarish black hair, and a ruddy complexion. Feared by all for his
ruthless behavior, Matt had joined the DFS league after being courtmarshaled by
the army for striking the commanding officer of his platoon. Why he was even
near the coach was a mystery to him because most of the coaches w .....
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Creative Writing: The Crash
.... has taken off. Talk about a nightmare of a morning.
After Jesse took off his grandmother sat there on the couch, clutching
the work shirt of her dead son crying, "Oh Edward, Oh Edward." The cries echoed
through the empty house as the grandmother sat there in tears.
"How could this have happened?" Thought Jesse to himself, "he was just in
Green Bay and now he's dead. Who did this? They will get theirs."
The only thing that kept Jesse going was his hatred. He had to devise a
plan to get back at .....
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Creative Story: The Dark House
.... budge an inch. «
Help me out», I said, but John kept chewing his nails. God knows why, there was
nothing to be scared of. Or was it? I took a step backwards, and then kicked the
door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. «Wow! What a huge mansion we've
got here!» John took a peek into the house, but didn't dare go inside.
There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left
and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn't
locked, so I carefully tu .....
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Clan-X
.... they did that. Anyway, back to the story... On Friday
afternoon, just after school, we were all walking home talking about how
much of a loser this new guy was. By the time we got to the end of the
street, we had all agreed that we should do something totally outrageous to
his cat because he had been bragging about it all week. On Saturday, we
all met up at the local park and brought along little tools which we
thought might come in handy for this sinister exercise. Grant and Rene
brought some rope a .....
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Creative Writing: The Drive
.... just how beautiful it all was. Again, my thoughts turned back
to my life. The man I thought I would end up sharing my so-called perfect life
with. I could see his face, remember his smile, hear him laugh. Jim and I were
great friends for a long while. Almost a whole year, until I began to actually
feel something stronger. I had never been in love before and it had been an
overwhelming feeling. At a party, I had too much to drink and on the way home
blurted out how I had felt. He smiled and drove .....
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Creative Story: State Highway
.... He was no afraid and cold in the hot summer air. He knew consciously
and logically that he was not alone. For his mother and grandmother sat next to
him in the minivan and would do whatever they could to help him. But yet he
realized something had changed. They were there but would some be gone and that
he must draw strength, self-confidence, and a sense of security from within
himself and not rely on the people around him to fulfill these feelings because
they could not provide this for him. He must v .....
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Conformity
.... on the
conformity of mankind is based upon.
The other source that aided in the instillment of individualism in me,
is the various authors, poets, songwriters, and other dignitarys who I
valued as authority. Any sort of publication that celebrates the
individual captures my attention and can range from the books and essays of
Henry David Thoreau to the rebelious content in the music of Rage Against
the Machine. Since I read Walden, Thoreau has branded his interpretation of
a famous saying into my .....
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Creative Writing: The Highwayman
.... concealed all stars,
the only light was from a lantern suspended above the stage driver. The
passengers nervous, expecting to hear shots fired. The jumped at every bump in
the road that the wheels struck. Clutching their baggage close, they prayed
that the night would pass quickly.
The Highwayman, alerted to the approaching stage, was hidden by the road, and
concealed by the fog, he was not yet able to discern the light from the quickly
approaching lantern. Clutching his pistol, his only weapon, he .....
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Custer's Last Stand
.... very short time slot here so lets get the most out of
this once in a lifetime interview. Are you ready?
Custer: I was born ready Bill. Go Ahead, Fire!!! Wait don't fire, I meant
start asking your questions when your ready. All I have to do is answer
them, you have the tough half in asking the questions.
Bill: Ok, here goes, Are Those Bugle Boy Jeans that you are wearing??!!??
Custer: Why yes, as a matter of fact they are. I bought them just for this
show. I didn't seem to understand that question.
Bil .....
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Creative Writing: The Inferno
.... the youthful character they
portray. Her glances pierce through my being like light through glass. The
carpet is a sea of scorn. It stabs my feet with its blades of contempt. The
walls of mockery laugh at me as I foolishly try to climb them to rid myself of
its presence. Yet there is no escape. I have inflicted more pain upon myself.
Nothing is soft in here; everything is jagged. My un-sanded wooden dresser
rests on the right side of the doorway. Figures of dancers with invisible
partners lie .....
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Creative Writing: Inn From Hell
.... him in the morning. After removing the soaking wet clothes they put on
thier night clothes and not even five minuites after hopping into bed they were
both asleep. That was thier next mistake.
Now like most people Doctor Bleed just had to get his drink of water in
the middle of the night or or or .......Well thats funny I dont think that he
has ever not had his refreshing drink of water in the middle of the night. Oh
well, I sure hope he gets it. Like normally the Doctor woke up at about 2:00
A .....
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Their Common Enemy
.... especially after he just got off the train.
You mustn't lose your temper with him (15)." Willy has no shame because he will
talk about anyone and not care. Talking about their mortgage helps them to stay
together by agreeing with one another. Whenever the topic comes up, their moods
totally change and even though they might not know it; they act as if paying
their mortgage is their favorite thing to discuss.
"WILLY: `Well, that's a great thing. To weather a twenty-five year
mortgage is ------ .....
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