Creative Writing: I Thought You'd Never Ask!
.... alone at table looking lonely. He decided to go over and sit down beside
her.
"Hi Jennifer," he said, trying to be freindly. "Whats up?"
"Well nothing much really. I'm having trouble making friends here."
"I know, its tough isn't it," he replied, trying to comfort her. "I just
moved here 3 years ago myself. After a few weeks you'll have lots of freinds
though."
"Thats good," she replied as she looked up at Bob into his eyes.
Then there was a moment of silence with just the two o .....
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Creative Writing: Siege Of Yorktown
.... had sent a small band of men to the western side of us to fire on the
British. Our plan worked and all the British inside were soon firing on them
while we dug our trenches. When dawn came around they saw their mistake and
started firing on us but no harm was done. It took nine days to dig all of the
trenches. Finally on October 15th we were prepared to start the siege.
As the American Flag rose ten cannons fired simultaneously. Since we
were firing from 150 ft. away our cannons had a devastating .....
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Creative Essay: Captain Edward J. Smith On Trail For Sinking Of The Titanic
.... O.J. Simpson. At this moment, we are not sure if they will take the
case.
This trial appears to have more attention given to it than even the
Simpson trial. We have a new trial of the century, Captain Edward J. Smith vs.
the people. There is a rumor circulating that this trial could last about 1 1/2
years! Not only is this the biggest trial of the century, but it might be the
longest one yet! STAY TUNED!
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Creative Writing: Slavery
.... but hard workers. We survived the pain
our masters unleashed upon us. Now we are free and can put those memories
behind us.
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My Trip On The Ganges River
.... visit such holy cities as Benares and Allahabad
along the banks of the Ganges. They go there just to bathe in the river and to
take home some of its water.
The Ganges River is so important to the Indians that they call it "Ganga
Mata" or Mother Ganges. It is also the greatest waterway in India and one of the
largest in the world. Temples line the riverbank, and stairways, called ghats,
lead down to the water. I am enclosing one of the pictures I took of the Ganges
River.
The river is an important trade p .....
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Personal Writing: Game Over
.... feel myself getting hot. My stomach seemed
to drop and I was feeling as if I was on a roller coaster. The game had been
stopped and I was brought into the coaches room. My assistant coach led me into
the room and sat me down on a wooden chair. I began to feel very cold, and my
finger began to have a shooting pain. This pain was not present before and was
no making itself known that there was something wrong with.
My parents entered the room, my mother carrying a face that I never had seen
before. My fa .....
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How I Learned To Ski
.... strange and awkward he felt with those clumsy skis and
big boots. That day was so hot but yet the snow remained and kept falling from
the ski. Then my father showed me the basic techniques he acquired while
learning how to ski, you see there is no standard way to ski everyone has to
find their own style of skiing or snowboarding . As you can find out this sport
is not something you do good at right away, it takes time and practice to become
good.
When I got older we would go to bigger mountains in Color .....
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Personal Writing: You Will Always Remember Your First Time!
.... gold and silver card. This
card signified all of the rights and privileges of a professional supercrosser.
Now I would have the right to race with the worlds best.
“Dad look it finally came!” I shouted.
My dad looked at me with silly grin and said “Well you knew it was
coming, you won your 25th race last month.”
As I stood there with a smile bigger than the sun on my face I said “I
know but I am still excited about it. Just think I will be racing side by side
with Damon Bradshaw and Kevin Windham.” .....
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Personal Bond With My Friends During Tennis Camp
.... actual
game. While Suzanne and Erin were diligently practicing their forehand and
backhand motions, I took private lessons focusing on my serve. Glancing their
way, I would see them laughing and chatting as they walked to the clubhouse for
a snack during a break. By expending all my energy on the game, I had hoped
that my friends would respect my ability and that it would bring us closer
together. Instead, I felt they were ostracizing me, which wasn't truly the case.
Even so, Suzanne and Erin had d .....
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A Day At The Beach
.... in my face, bringing with it that
smell, almost a taste of the ocean. It seems to be a combination of fish, salt,
people, and water all mixed into one. I continue to run until I reach the
water's edge where the waves crash upon the beach, making the white sand brown
and hard. I sit down on the sand, panting after my enormous effort. Something
troubling pulls at the edge of my mind, but I ignore it. A wave rolls up to
the beach, crashing around me, wetting me hot body. I dig my body into the
moist .....
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Creative Writing: A Night Fishing
.... The Last Supper. We
would sometimes make dummy bodies that would lie lifeless all night under
tightly nitid sheets. The Abig yellow house@ is where we met. From there we
would do whatever sounded like the most fun. Sometimes it was hanging out and
eating ice cream all night. Other times we would go tick someone off by tee-
peeing their house. And yes, there were even times when we would go fishing at
this lake that was out in the middle of nowhere. We called this lake the back-
lake because it w .....
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How To Enjoy Reading A Novel
.... go in detail. The detail in a noAs soon as a novel must be
read or becomes part of a literary course, the joy of reading it is immediately
lost due to the fact that the particular novel may not be interest to the
student, the student may hurry to finish the novel and by the extent to which
the novel is studied.
The joy of reading a novel is lost when a novel is not of interest to
the reader because the reader would not be able to relate to any of the
characters, and would therefore not be able to fully i .....
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Books; Life Long Friends
.... our lunches together. Laughing about the boys'
wicked ways and planning our revenge at the ensuing recess. This always made
lunch go by so swiftly. It was hard to tear us apart. Hell, it was hard to
tell us apart. We were both round bodied and a bit out of shape. But I always
saw Belle in a jovial light. She had a merry way about her, and her laugh was
infectious; it reminded me if Christmas bells, tingly, jingling and warm. I
miss her. She was happy, giving and warm. Upon reflection, th .....
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My First Job At Buzzy's Diner
.... there is an ancient cigarette machine (the kind with levers you have to
pull to get your cigarettes) and an old fashioned penny gumball machine.
The walls of the room are divided horizontally by molding. The bottom
four feet of the walls consist of wood paneling that matches the benches. The
top half is covered with an ugly brown wallpaper that reminds me of the
wallpaper in my grandmother's house. The wallpaper usually goes unnoticed
because most of it is covered up with other stuff. Hanging on .....
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Person Essay On Charles
.... when he told me he had an itching disease and I wouldn't be
able to stop scratching his back until it stopped itching him. Well, with a
little alcohol in me I believed him. I laid there for 2 ˝ hours before I
realized he had fallen asleep and went to sleep myself. On Monday on school I
saw Charles and asked him how his itching disease was. He just looked at me
grinned and chuckled. That's when I realized he had pulled a fast one on me.
It didn't take me long to realize that Charles had some cra .....
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