Skiing - Creative Essay
.... The enormous buildings which I had driven past earlier
looked like dollhouses a child might play with. The towering smokestacks
of the factories wou ld not have caught my eye had it not been for the tiny
stream of gray emerging from them. At this distance, the smoke spiraled
upward like tree branches reaching for the sky.
The air was raw and stung me through my many layers of clothing.
There was snow all around me. It was on the trail and in the trees. There
was so much white, .....
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Spy Games - Creative Essay
.... to is
as a game. Mostly because we were working our maneuvers on real people who
didn't know we were just a group of teenagers pretending to be spies. Every
week we'd have at least one meeting at my house to talk about how things
were going. Sometimes depending on the case or goal we were pursuing, the
meetings would run on into the late of night.
I guess it could be said that I was leader of our group. The meetings
were held at my house, and I was the one who brought together the present
group .....
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Personal Writing: Realizing My Powers
.... rest of my life.
Every year my youth group delivers food to shut-ins. I have been
involved in my youth group for 5 and a half years. Every Thanksgiving we
take food to those that cannot get out and come to church. This service
helps each person in the youth group to think of others and realize the
fact that there are many unfortunate people in the community.
During my eleventh grade year, I helped to get the FCA started. We
have always had one for people to take pictures with, but we began to have .....
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Don't Just Look In Its Eyes - A Creative Story
.... your prey, and his wild frantic glances back. And
then the tug of war, of spirits, of wills, of endurance.
The wire of tension draws tight. Like and umbilical cord, the hunter
has bonded with his prey, forever, bonded by the life and death chase.
The fuse of life burns shorter, bringing the hunter closer, close, and
then the final intimacy of the kill!
Does the dumb beast know its fate? Can he guess its fate? Can he sense
his fate shadowing him, silently, stealthily?
He pondered .....
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Even Elephants Are Afraid Of Mice - A Creative Essay
.... and several petty officers chuckled.
Yet, none could deny that Fear lived among them. The spectre was clearly
an unwanted and certainly uninvited guest, but not even the many fathoms of
jet black water could keep him from his prey. He fed on fear, and the
greatest feast of all was just beginning.
Meanwhile, the mouse began to grow restless in his hole.
"Helm," the voice was confidant, "bring us about to a new bearing -
6148 mark 72."
"Yes, sir, coming to new bearing." Moments ago t .....
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Personal Writing: Response To My Visit To The Boott Cotton Mill
.... of this exhibit was the pictures and quotations located outside the
Weave Room. Throughout the building, all the pictures with people in them,
nobody had a smile on their face. That solidified the impression I had that
people weren't happy working in the mills.
The quotations from former mill workers also exhibited their
unhappiness. Grace May Burk, a former mill worker said, “Work started at
6:30 a.m. and ended at 5:30 p.m., on Saturdays work ended at noon. We got
Saturday afternoons off, big .....
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Conversation With A Doctor
.... needed anything
larger -- not that it's small, of course.
A condominium.
Well, I teach literature at McGill. And I went on an academic
exchange to Germany.
Hamburg. It's an ugly city, but we enjoyed it anyway.
Yes, teaching. I got Arnaud to travel around Germany a bit, and we
came back through France.
No, I wish I had learnt it, but since I taught my students in French
it didn't matter too much. And of course they all speak English.
When we got back. The time we were t .....
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Personal Writing: It Was The Perfect Lifeoff
.... began to open. She then
levitated and floated onto the cloud as well, she sunk into the cloud and
continued her dream. I whispered, “sweet dreams” to my family and continued
to fly. This was my night to share with my mind body and soul. I kept my
cat Felix with me though, his loving silence has only shown love and that
face of a sleeping tabby is to amazing to exclude from this fantasy. The
scenery above is much different from the scenery below. Up above their is
no filth, pollution, or violence. Just .....
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Unchained Heritage - Creative Essay
.... trees. The Elder walked a few steps to a creek to wash his hands.
A very faint metallic odour met him as he bent down, but he did not notice
it as his nose had long become insensitive.
The Elder shook his hands dry and glanced up at the position of
the sun. It was high overhead, indicating noontime. He sighed, knowing that
in a couple of hours his son would bring his family from Toronto to visit
him. He did not like his son very much, but he put up with the annual
visits for the sake of the g .....
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Rethinking The Watchtowers
.... an exact transcription of the original, since any
variation in the ceremony might cause major problems for the magician.
Seldom, if ever, did anyone pause to consider where these rituals came from
in the first place, or who composed them. Most of us, alas, did not know
and did not care. It was enough just to follow the rubrics and do the
rituals as prescribed.
But something brought me to an abrupt halt in my copying frenzy. I
had dutifully copied rituals from different sources, and suddenly realiz .....
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WereWolf - Creative Essay
.... his weariness. His
lungs were burning, he was out of breath, the boy wanted to give up, his
legs however denied him. They continued moving and running. His body was
fatigued, his head ached, his muscles throbbed. Pain, his body cried out
Pain, stop! He could not stop.
It was gaining, only a few inches! Soon blood would be spilled! Blood
will be spilled to appease the appetite of the beast! With powerfull hind
legs, it lunged at it's prey from behind. Hands outstreached, claws
grasping! A sc .....
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Personal Writing: Seeing The Red Wings Hockey Team Play
.... that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I
noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza
and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation.
With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I
finally reached gate 201.
I pushed the heavy blue drapery to my side. Standing in awe, my
eyes scanned the gigantic arena. Everyone, including myself could feel the
anxiety dripping from the air. Music blared, colored televis .....
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The 1930s
.... much different than the cars today. Hand
cranks were replaced with electric starters. Heaters were factory
installed to replace mainfold heaters that were available for owner
installation. Those who did not have heaters put hot coals under their car
to get the oil warm before they went into town. In the 30's larger tires
with safety tubes were developed, and carried less air pressure compared to
the old narrow, solid rubber tires which required about sixty pounds of air
pressure. This gave a much sm .....
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Personal Writing: Karate Class
.... able to compete in the Olympics at the age of sixteen.
My first chance to show my friends and family that I was good at
karate was in the Lower East Side of Manhattan in a public school. I was
so nervous about this tournament I felt sick. Well it was my time to shine,
and shine I did. In the peewee division for my first event I had to
display my form. I did every step of my form so precisely and well, that I
beat everyone in my group and won first place. The next event was fighting.
I was a little .....
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Secret Addiction
.... a refreshing burst of
pleasure in each of my finger tips. The glowing monitor emitted delightful rays
that pleased and calmed my eyes. Oh yes, it was great to be home.
Of course, this does not even compare to the long and never-ending hours
I would spend on this machine. Although my bedtime was supposed to be around 10
or 11 in the evening, I would manage to stay up on this computer until sometimes
as late as 3 in the morning, and this was on school nights as well.
I never really realized how seriou .....
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