Personal Writing: Christmas Memories
.... As my family and I are
quickly made comfortable, I look around.....
Plates full of Christmas pastries, Christmas decorations, and
Christmas music lightly penetrates the air as the family socializes with
each other. The constant murmer of the voices, serves as a background for
the music. My cousins are running making their laps around the living room
while playing tag and laughing to their hearts content.
I hear a voice saying "My have you ever grown up!" I turn to my
left and stand up to address my com .....
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Personal Writing: The Day Of Surprise
.... to the cards. It didn't matter if you hated each other, on
Valentines Day everyone put aside their differences and even presented
cards to the children nobody liked. That one day of love seemed to unify
the worst of foes through love and forgiveness. I could hardly wait for
that day to come.
As the night before Valentines Day had rolled around, anticipation
had escalated to an all time peak. Nevertheless, it was all set aside as
my parents once again started to fight. My brother and I were sent t .....
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Personal Writing: Devon
.... other side of
the small table.
Devon is well known in the coffee shop. He goes to the coffee shop
about 3 times a week and tries to meet someone new every time he goes. He
is really nice and it's not hard for him to make friends. Almost everyone
in the shop know who he is. If he sees someone he doesn't know he'll go up
and talk to them.
Devon told me why he dressed the way he does, "I do it to show
people that everyone is different and to like them for who they are."
Devon does not take a loo .....
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Creative Writing: Dogs And Cats
.... the respect?" Scampi circled the tree in a
haze of anger, his tiny legs beating furiously on the grass. The beagle
could never quite get over a loss. Mustard lay his head on the ground and
watched the passage of time on the street while Scampi vented.
Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello.
"Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree.
"Dunno. New in town."
"Which house?"
"No house."
"Freeloader, hm? Give him one from me." Roy's owner shushed him.
Poor guy. Owner was .....
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Creative Writing: Down And Out
.... house where they take off their garb and
empty the bags.
"What you suppose are in these?" asks Chester.
"I don't know but as soon as we wash them a bit and open em' up
we should find out" replies Richard.
Chester fills an old fish box with water to wash the bottles. They
clean the bottles them take them out and dry them. Martha hands Richard a
corkscrew and finishes making supper. Richards grabs the first bottle and
pops out the cork. He pulls out what seems to be a letter written by hand .
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Down With Community Service
.... been doing a survey about the subject matter for a few
days, and I have come up with some interesting results. It seems that
eight out of ten students that are about to graduate high school are
planning to go to college after they graduate. I also asked them about
doing community service. Most of them said that they would be getting a
job, and they would not have time to do community service. My survey has
brought me to the conclusion that students who are thinking about going to
college should not b .....
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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 indi .....
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Personal Writing: The Evaluation Of My Coaches
.... would 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 duri .....
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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 .....
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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
.... 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 s .....
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Personal 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 at .....
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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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