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- 2901: Creative Story: Everything Ends
- ... searching for something sharp - like a twig or a stone. Her hand enclosed on a smooth metal oval-shaped rock. Then, she remembered that it was a swiss army knife which she stole from the house as she made her escape. After shrugging off practicing how to use the knife, Jennifer concluded that when the time came, she would know how to use it. Being thoroughly exhausted did not ameliorate her ... her former home frequently to visit her father. Unfortunately, her father was sick. Diagnosed with Alzheimer's in October, Jennifer's father had no ideal who this adult woman who continuously showed up at his house. Jennifer loved her father, and wished that she hadn't run away. But she loved singing and making music even more. After all, she was the new rock sensation; often compared in popularity as the ...
- 2902: Creative Story: Concussion
- ... trails" they replied. We had been going to the bike trails for weeks now. Every day we came back for another thrill. So, with haste we sped away from school. Our first stop was my house. " going to the bike trails , Mom" I said while grabbing a box of little debbie snacks. "O.K., be home for supper" she said. This was in code it meant be home at five. Well ... one announced. I then rubbed my eyes. And my vision was restored. My first sight was my mom pulling in to the drive way. "Nate whats wrong" she asked me while pulling me towards the house. "I don't know" I told her. I then was interrogated for about five minutes where no questions were answered. I was out of it for the rest of the night. And nobody wanted to ...
- 2903: Creative Story: The Chronic Swamp Murders
- ... trail of blood in the water. They followed the trail until it stopped at a dead body. The body was of a man who was wearing a camouflage outfit. They immediately ran back to their house, which was not far from the murder site and called the police. Their house was located right on the edge of the swamp. When the police got there they roped off the whole area so they could start their investigation. At first it looked as if it was definitely ...
- 2904: Creative Writing: A Slice of Life
- ... t mess yourself up." Mike said "Mike, just leave me alone, I don't need you telling me what to do!" Tim yelled at Mike. "Fine but don't think about coming back to the house unless you quit right now!" Mike yelled back. "Fine then, tell gwen and shirley that it was nice knowing them." Tim said. "I wonder where they are?" Gwen said. "I am sure they will be ... Mike said " I'm sure he'll be back, lets just wait." "I sure hope so," Shirley said. The next day Mike, and Shirley went to work and Gwen stayed home. Gwen was cleaning the house, when a policeman came by. He said that Tim had been found dead in an alley. She asked how he had found out where Tim lived, he said that he had seen, him walking over ...
- 2905: Creative Writing: A Medical Experience
- ... to persuade the mother to call an ambulance, which, of course, the mother refused to do, stating that it wasn't necessary. The daughter then took it upon herself to call EMS from her own house. The medics were notified of the problem through the usual method, a series of tones over a radio that cause a loud horn to blare and all the station lights to come on, much to ... bag, and the med box. As he approached the front door, Doug took notice of the condition of the walkway, of the location of the bushes, and any outside furniture that might impede exiting the house with a stretcher loaded with a person. He did the same quick evaluation upon entering the residence. After knocking, an elderly, heavy-set woman opened the door. The medic could see immediately that she was ...
- 2906: Creative Story: The Lake
- Creative Story: The Lake It was the middle of springtime and across from my house where the incident took place. There was a lake there in which my brother and I loved to explore from time to time. The humidity and waterdrops where reminiscent of a fully functional sauna. The ... us one bit, but gave us more incentive to dance with our cool and embracing "long-lost love". The first step of this operation was making sure that our neighbors had gone away from the house for at least two hours. Since it was their lake and property, this made it safe for us in not getting caught in the middle of our escapade. Upon this, my brother and I snuck ...
- 2907: Creative Writing: This Girl
- ... have let her take over once again. I have lost to her kiss. The kiss that has sweetened my blood. I absorbed her body. I walked down the trail on a journey to find my house. I took this route every day. I know that it will lead me back to the place that I love so much. The place that I learn to make something of myself. This wonderful place ... me power. I am finally a free man. I can survive well, and I control my everyday thing. I love living alone. I am in control. I set the rules, I am the man of house. I rule my own country. She tickles me with her long nails. She scratches the back of my neck oh so gently. I get high off of this girls love so often. I met her ...
- 2908: Creative Writing: The Most Important Day of My Life
- ... the night before about bombs on PBS (Public Broadcast System). So when I told my friends what I watched we decided to make a pipe-bomb. We bought the pipe and went back to my house. Once we got back to my house we started assembling the bomb. I remember watching how to make it off PBS. So we first drilled a hole on one end of the cap so that the fuse could fit through it. Then ...
- 2909: Personal Writing: Exchange Student in Japan
- ... people that I would be meeting there and staying with. The adrenaline rushed through me as I packed the last of my things and ran out of the door. I closed the door to my house and jumped in the car. The idea of leaving America and going to Japan seemed to really not have hit me yet, but now that I look back I know that I had to feel ... they asked me more questions then my mother has asked me in my whole life. When we got to their home, I was introduced to the brother and the grandparents who lived with them. The house that they lived in was cute. It had all the same things as an American home, but in a simpler and different way. The lavatory and the shower and the sink were all in separate ...
- 2910: Personal Writing: On My Time
- ... perform anywhere. All the other competitions we had entered were mail in tapes and then wait for a response. We got out of bed at five in the morning, then raced to our drummer's house. Loaded on uppers, practiced four and a half hours to perfect our original songs, we were to play that night. Pumped and ready to get started we packed the van with our drums and guitars ... voice, I told myself of just how perfect I really am. While the stereo blared, we continued to bellow the lyrics, to the songs on the radio again. As we pulled into our drummer's house at three in the morning, we carried out tradition and drank all night. The loud ringing, of the phone I had passed out on, woke me. Delighted when the person on the other end told ...
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