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- 911: Lost In Samarra
- ... it was Billy who ran off the train! Dawn thought to herself, maybe another train will come. The two waited for three hours. No train arrived. Dawn got mad and scared. She saw a big rock and picked it up and threw it in the river. It soared through the air, releasing dirt before it hit the huge river. Billy ran after it thinking it was a ball. When he came ...
- 912: Personal Writing: Nature And The Self
- ... life and the world around me because nowhere else do I find this serenity. The beach in the morning is a lot like me. It comes to life slowly. As the sun rises, the waves roll in gently and the birds stretch out before they begin their flight for the day. When the wind picks up, so do the waves, the sights, the smells and the sounds. I, too, pick up ...
- 913: Personal Writing: My Autobiography
- ... School, at which I am currently enrolled. I am still involved with softball and recently joined St. Luke’s United Methodist Church (UMC) where I am the youth Secretary. I still am on the honor roll and also involved with National Honor Society and Future Business Leaders of America. I am looking forward to graduating in 2001. I am hoping to attend The University of Tennessee. I hope to stay involved ...
- 914: Presonal Writing: My First Impression of My Teacher Miss Vicki
- ... to laugh at the right time and place of her amusing stories. Afterall, we would not want to run the risk of her temper erupting in front of us like Mount Saint Helens spewing molten rock and breathing fire. Alas, life was not to remain boring and nondescript. One day we recieved news that Miss Vicki was to leave Singapore for the Philippines where she would participate in a voluntary teaching ...
- 915: The "Around The World" Party at College
- ... his neck. The drink he had to offer was Wild Turkey mixed with orange juice. I decided to try the wild turkey, and after I drank it, I found that it tasted like a Tootsie Roll. After sampling my drink I went up stairs. On my way up the stairs I had to walk side ways making sure not to bump into the traffic that was going down the stairs. I ...
- 916: Creative Writing - World War I: Letter Home
- ... and injured soldiers from the front. When you hear about the glorious victories achieved by our boys, don't forget that we are losing men too; it is so depressing to hear the numbers at roll calls gradually going down. Whether you, or the man who is next to you dies, and also when it happens is completely random, there is no justice to it; great men, generous, cheerful men, who ...
- 917: Creative Writing: No Coins Please
- ... started when I was winning like there was no tomorow at the BlackJack Tables, going from 1 casino 2 the next, of course all this was in disguise. Then right when I was on a roll, 2 FBI agents, who had been searching for the one responsible for all the little schemes, burst in with guns, by the time they were at my side, everyone in the casino was causing havoc ...
- 918: Creative Writing: Unhappy Meal
- ... to eat. He was menacing, with his facial piercings and angry eyes, but there was something about his mouth, a kind of innocent smirk that gave hint of something real within his hard, rough punk rock shell. Amir got out of the car slowly, stretching out his arms. Aaron caught glimpse of something wild and almost ancient in Amir's eyes. He got out, too, and tossed his cigarette. Aaron slammed ...
- 919: Creative Writing: The Tale of Me And Summer Reading
- ... next book I read was "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding. This book I also enjoyed. I thought Jack's tribe was a little to violent for their age, I mean they dropped a rock on Piggy's head and killed him. The kids who killed him were only 10 years old and some of the kids who tried to kill Ralph were even younger. This novel itself was a ...
- 920: Creative Writing: The Search
- ... the dark. I stumbled over countless rocks, fallen trees, and other impediments along the way. I never lost the prints, though. I'm not sure when it was, probably early morning, I fell over a rock into a clearing. It was about twenty feet across, lit by the light of the now visible half moon. At the other end stood a pile of dirt and rocks. I noticed a specific dark ...
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