Creative Writing: The Ice Cave
.... 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 creates a shiver at the slightest touch.
The black, elusive ground, makes a sound like a quivering stew. All
around the foundation, bloody clawmarks indent the frosty barrier.
Fingernails screeching f .....
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Creative Writing: The Kindergarten
.... another all came to a sudden
halt as I opened the door. The children ran around, screamed, and threw
things as if they were unaware of the peacefulness that lay outside. I made
my way closer to the children. There appeared to be hundreds of little kids
looking up at me with me with mixed expressions, only pausing for a moment,
before continuing to make a noise.
It was a large room with a kitchen to the left and it had toys
scattered all over the floor. A door led outside to the playground and M .....
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Personal Writing: The Path To The Unknown
.... know your playing
ability, I will tell Willie that there is no need for a tryout. Besides, I
think he is becoming desperate if you ask me. You will also need to go to
U.D. on Saturday for practice. Do you need a ride?"
"O.K." and “Yes,” was all I was able to say. What had I done? I was
not qualified to play in the honors band I stink. I had trouble playing
the music in the high school jazz band, let alone the music that was geared
towards the musically gifted! The next few hours and throughout .....
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Personal Writing: The Pond
.... enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself, with
aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp water and
healthy dirt.
Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose
the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans
rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of
grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the
paddles, and floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked .....
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Personal Writing: The Burnside Project
.... go silent. The other one puts his foot on his
tail and effortlessly rolls his truck over the coping. I watch him quickly
drop away and coast to the hip. He glides past it, and I start to notice
the entire view before me as he blends into a larger picture.
I see grey. Every shade of grey, in all its variety blends and
curves from the lightest near whites, to a deepness rivaling black. The
darkness overhead drones with the sound of a thousand automobile tires
humming on the top of the bridge. Tho .....
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The Renaissance Man
.... of my family, is where my father was born seventy-seven
years ago. His very poor family fled from their town, which was in Turkey,
to Everett, Massachusetts in nineteen twenty-eight. They lived several
years in this suburb of Boston, until they were able to move to Haverhill
to start a chicken farm. My father's journey began the first day of school
when he was sent home because he could not ask to go to the bathroom in
English. As he slowly learned the new culture he began to become more and
more .....
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Creative Writing: The Snickers Bar
.... stuck to my teeth. Then the last, but certainly not least,
bite came. It was the most extraordinary taste.
After the last bite, I felt a deep sense of loss, like when my best
friend moved away, never to be seen again. My fingers were covered with a
thin layer of melted chocolate, so I took care of that the best way I could,
I licked them. I then had a huge craving for a tall, ice cold glass of
milk. It truly was a small taste of Heaven.
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"The Stone Boy": Psychiatric Report
.... any ducks he'd take a shot at them."(p.1) On their way
to picking peas, they had to climb "…through the wire fence that divided
the wheat field from the marshy pasture around the lake."(p.2) Eugie had
gone first. When it was Arnold's turn, his rifle caught on a wire and
consequently fired. The next moment, his brother, Eugie fell forward, dead.
Some would suggest that Arnold, being the youngest, was jealous,
but the evidence suggests that Arnold greatly admired Eugie, making his
death even more tr .....
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Creative Writing: The Substitute
.... the duffel bag. She stopped and seemed to hesitate for a second
slowly scanning the room as if to check that she was alone. She went back
to her foraging and before long she had pulled from the bag a small black
box. Engraved with the letters P, O, and another letter that I could make
out were on the cover of the box. The final detail that I noticed about the
box was that there was a small socket on one side. After setting the box
down on the desk she took out more items from the bag, a ga .....
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Creative Writing: The Visitor
.... or else it
would dissipate with all the other bits of wishful thinking that took place
in the night.
She tried to form an image, . She almost had it. She slowly opened her
eyes and visualized... Max. Standing at the door and was looking at her
with an air of mild curiosity.
"HEY Jane" he yelled! " What the hell are you doing ?" Jane nearly fell
backwards. He was no vision! That idiot was once again eavesdropping on
her! "I WAS making a wish, you jerk!" she blurted out, "You've just ruined
it, though! .....
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Personal Writing: Relationships
.... six months.In June it ended,summertime, which made me think
that I really didn't know anything about the opposite sexiven after those
two relationships. Finding out two years later that my best fiend had
gotten together with her didn't bother me only because two years had alredy
past and t that point I understood a lot more about the opposite sex and I
would have to say that by then, from everything that I had seen,it really
didn't surprise me vey much.
The last long relationship I was in I fo .....
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Time
.... by setting my clocks 10 minutes fast, so I
will always be on time. I also take time of once in a while just to take a
brake and catch up with myself. Even with these little things I cannot
escape the controlling chains of time forever.
All in all, time is with everything we do, We cannot escape it so
we must learn to live with it and work arround it.
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Personal Writing: Friendships
.... because only those people know
what they have been through or shared together. This is what makes
friendship such an exceptional thing.
A large part of friendship is learning lessons together, and for
almost everything in the world there is a lesson that must be learned.
Learning these lessons through friendships is a very powerful and
exceptional thing. These lessons have varied from one extreme to the other
in my life and have changed and shaped a large majority of my views and
perceptions. Learning .....
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Creative Writing: Time Travel
.... or not, he had taken a life. Bryan knew he would go to jail but he
did not understand the manslaughter charge. If he could only make things
different.
Then he remembered his crazy Uncle Leon telling him a story about
time travel. Leon was strange and no one believed his stories but Bryan
was desperate. He went to his Uncle's house praying that there was some
way he could help him.
Leon carefully listened to Bryan as he told the whole story and his
feelings. Bryan asked him about the time travel the .....
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Creative Writing: Trigatipede
.... forever. The investors asked me quite
plainly if I would be willing to create their zoo for them. At first I was
unclear of the meaning, but quick clarification had me realizing the
enormous biological disasters such a project would generate. They wanted
me to chemically produce hybrid's of different animal species.
My first thought was that such a thing was impossible, but they
showed me research and experiments done by the government that proved it
was possible. The investors sensed my unwillingness .....
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