Personal Writing: Dreams
.... cheery and happy enters my thoughts when dreaming of the future.
Miscommunications and misunderstandings are unheard of. Every individual is
nice to each other and no one is ever upset. Work atmosphere is quiet and
peaceful. People respecting each one's own opinion. Every day people are on
time and punctual. Work is done on time with no excuses for late work.
The future is full of coworkers' being angry and disgruntled.
Miscommunications and misunderstandings are a part of life. No indiv .....
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Personal Writing: Living In Both Texas And New York City
.... like everyone were heading for different directions
and the citizens of New York City are too busy with their own affairs and does
have time to care of what's going on in their surroundings. The citizens of New
York City would care less about the traffic safety and reading the traffic signs.
The smell of the city reminds me of the honey roasted peanut stands, a sweet
scent of aroma that would often fill up the neighborhood. When I close my eyes
and think deeply about NYC, there has been a chime i .....
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Personal Writing: The Evaluation Of My Coaches
.... have us do drills having to do with the plays we ran during the game. If
we made a mistake coach would stop us and make an example of whoever messed up.
He would say, "Did everyone see what Bryan just did? That is what you should
not do." He would then gripe a little and after that we would continue our
practice. I feel that this method of coaching during practice made my teammates
and I closer as a team during the game, but we always dreaded practice. I
prefer the nice-guy coaching method during .....
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Personal Writing: My First Time Experiencing Riding A Bicycle
.... me a lecture to teach me what being a man
was all about. I was finally determined to try it. My dad was proud of me and
I felt very manly. He and I went to the park to see what we could do there.
The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that my dad told
everybody not to be there because we had to use it. I felt badly for other
people, but I was proud to have such an onnipotent person as my dad.
We found a smooth and a often space. My dad was holding the rear of the
seat t .....
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What Family Is To Me
.... By breaking trust
with a family member one is also breaking respect of the family. The two ideas
go hand in hand. My parents respected me enough to tell me that I was adopted,
instead of lying to me and having me find out later in life that I wasn't their
biological son. This respect that my parents gave me, in turn gave me their
trust. And I gave them the respect and trust that was given to me.
Without sacrifice, a family cannot be. The sacrifices that family
members make for each other show the w .....
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Personal Writing: Fickle Fisherman
.... and the old man shot up. He had a bite! As he was
fighting it he started talking and telling me how to catch a REAL fish not the
guppy in my bucket. As he talked and talked the fish got closer and closer and
he netted it up and took a look. The fish was about half the size of mine but
it was a carp not a catfish. I gave a little laugh and continued and he tried
to explain...."well you see boy, a carp is a hell of alot harder to hook than a
catfish. Carp don't just eat everything they see, they're very .....
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Presonal Writing: My First Impression Of My Teacher Miss Vicki
.... in terror whenever she was near. I decided to
face the fact that we were going to meet each other for the next 365 days.
Instead of trying too hard to lick her boots, I tried my best to be my natural
self in front of her.
Still, I could not shake off the ice-cold image that she possessed in my
heart. True, her corney jokes sometimes sent me into frolicking laughter, yet at
other times these jokes simply fell flat the moment she uttered them. My lovely
class, however was always ready to laugh at the rig .....
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Personal Writing: Fragment - Changes In Life
.... help the person feel better to talk about their problems whether
they realize it at first or not. Changes in life like these can change you both
physically and mentally for the rest of your life depending on the severity of
the situation.
In early August of `96 my life at home became a living nightmare. I
don't really know what it was that started this thing between me and my parents
but I do remember that they were always doing anything they could to just annoy
me. I doubt this was intentional but .....
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Personal Writing: Our Trip To See The Band "Last One Standing"
.... Something about being home makes me feel
much more relaxed. Walking into your house and immediately recognizing that
perfect smell of freshness (my mom keeps a clean house), flopping yourself onto
your comfortable bed, now this is what makes me feel at peace.I was relieved to
be home, knowing that I was going to see Kristie,a friend of mine that I'm
quite fond of.
A few hours slipped by with no significant happenings. I was really
looking forward to seeing Kristie. She called around six, and made plans .....
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Creative Writing: Friends Till The Very End
.... that glided on and
off the grey beach where he stood, then rose almost by habit to gaze once more
at the Arizona Memorial stretching white and graceful, remembering painfully
that this would be the last time that he would ever walk along this beautiful
beach.
As his eyes watched the waves, and how they caressed the muddy shoreline, he
began to think of the future. His thoughts were quickly disrupted.
“Hey bud, how's it going? What was so important that you had to talk to me
about?” Chris asked.
“ .....
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Creative Writing: A Murder On The Eighth Night Was Caused By An Old Mans
.... scream a neighbor heard, the
butler opened the door and was real nice, he let us snoop around the house
to show us that nothing was wrong. He said he had a bad dream. Then when
he took us into the old man's sleeping chamber he started to get real
impatient and started to act weird that is when he confessed the murder to
us." explained a detective. "When we took off the planks we saw the
dismembered body parts and then we arrested him." said detective Smith.
"If it wasn't for that neighbor that heard the .....
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A Christmas Memory: Truman Capote
.... under a loose board in the floor. They never remove the purse from
under Sook's bed unless making a deposit or a ten-cent withdrawal on
Saturdays. She allots Buddy ten cents to go to the picture show each
Saturday. Sook has never visited one before, but asks Buddy to go instead
to come back and tell she the stories of the picture show. After dinner,
Sook and Buddy retire to a room in a faraway part of the house where her
sleep's at night, to count their treasure. When finished counting, Budd .....
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Creative Writing: A Day At The Park
.... much less believe my luck.
After I got off work , and picked up the tickets, I raced home to
get my wife and son ready to go. Over the next half hour, I almost
regretted having to bring my son, what with the hassle of getting the
diaper bag packed , the traffic, and fighting the crowds while pushing a
stroller. It was hectic, but I survived.
Finally we were situated and ready for the game. The singing of
the national anthem was finished and we were waiting for the first pitch.
All of a sudden it .....
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Creative Writing: A Dream Come True
.... stop with my briefcase. My tie flew
in the morning wind. Only thing that I hoped was that I would not be late
to work, I had been warned couple of times about me being late. Luckily the
bus too was late as usual.
As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw
then was quite unbelievable. Instead of looking for an empty seat I was
perving on a beautiful woman. She looked to be in her early 20s. The most
outstanding feature she had was her attractive blue eyes. Her clear eyes
did really .....
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Alone With Nature
.... fragrance.
You pry yourself away from the immense meadow, still filled with
many unexplored treasures and turn back into the foliage covered depths of
the forest. The sun is comfortably placed in front of the cotton candy
clouds, in the midst of the soft blue sky. The occasional bird soars
through in a last minuet attempt to catch a worm so it may feed the
yearning mouths of it's young. The rough dirt trail ends and you are
brought to the base of a rock. Your feet reach for the unfamiliar footholds
of t .....
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