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- 11771: Personal Writing: My Unforgettable Experience With Drugs
- ... year. Finally, the day had come. We were full of nervous energy and wondered if we should really go through with it. We met at the lockers to drop our hits of acid. We left school grounds and my girlfriends went to Taco Bell for lunch and my crush and I walked to the field by my house. We just laid in the grass for a while and talked. Then I ...
- 11772: Personal Reflection: John F. Kennedy's Assassination
- ... Texas, around 12:30 P.M. that particular day. The little girl ran to the living room and threw herself in front of the fuzzy black and white television. She had the day off from school and after hearing the news, did not budge until her parents made her go do the chores. After the Holstein cows were milked, she once again fixed herself in front of the noise box. My ...
- 11773: Creative Writing: St. Valentine's Day Massacre
- ... writers all over the country began books and articles on him. Bergreen saw the massacre as endowing Capone with a grisly glamour: "There had never been an outlaw quite like Al Capone. He was elegant, high-class, the berries. He was remarkably brazen, continuing to live among the swells in Miami and to proclaim love for his family. Nor did he project the image of a misfit or a loner, he ...
- 11774: Creative Writing: The Debut
- ... knocked the ball away from him. There was both disappointment and relief expressed by the crowd. The ball, however, had crossed the touchline, giving them a corner kick. They took the kick. It was a high swirling ball, heading straight on goal. I watched the ball and timed my jump. Rising above a row of heads, I punched the ball away. I had my first touch of the ball and it ...
- 11775: Creative Writing: Pokemon - 2020
- ... in it's grip until the helpless Rydon ceased to breath. Dark purple blood oozed from Rydon's throat between Charizards clenched fangs. Charizard then lifted his head and gave a victory roar spiting fire high into the sky, dark blood dripping down his neck and chest.
- 11776: Personal Writing: Before Stepping Up to the Plate, You Need a Spot on the Team.
- ... of excitement take over my body. He told me when the next practice was, and we went our own ways. I told my father as soon as I saw him, and I was on a high for the rest of the week. Nothing was bringing down my mood. The All-Star season went well. I finally got my black fitted hat with the embroidered orange P on it and my pinstriped ...
- 11777: Personal Writing: My Vacation At Beech Mountain, North Carolina
- ... North Carolina, to relax and get away from our daily city-life routines. While vacationing we enjoy rafting, hiking, and hot cocoa in the winter or on cold summer nights. Nestled in the woods and high atop a mountain, our cabin is quaint and cozy. It is a log cabin with a long, winding, gravel driveway. Resting on about two acres of land, our cabin is a short walk away from ...
- 11778: Personal Writing: My Life
- ... we lived in nice area. My parents are both very knowledgeable and were able to tutor me in all my subjects as well as any teacher could. Therefore I always had very good grades in school. But, I wasnt a nerd. I loved to make friends. One of the many differences between America and China is the fact that computers and the Internet were not easily accessible there. But once ...
- 11779: Personal Writing: Jealousy and My Friend
- ... nightmare. Its her goal to embarrass the crap out of me. Shes very self-conscious about herself and so anything I try on or think I might buy she practically screams about the high price or how slutty she thinks it looks. I always leave the mall empty-handed when Im with her. The funny thing about this, however, is that a week later she usually ends up ...
- 11780: Creative Writing: The Nightmare
- ... men who cower in the darkness, afraid for their mortal souls and of things that go crunch in the night. There are those who teach fear and limitation to the gullible mortals who attend the school of mysticism on Sunday Mornings and eat stale crackers and guzzle watered down grape juice when they should be drinking fresh, hot blood instead. How sad that they are throwing away their power and wasting ...
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