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- 921: Creative Writing: The Nightmare
- ... all I could think about was seeing Susan laying dead in the basement. I stepped backward holding Julie's hand. Julie let out a huge shriek which startled me, leading me to trip over a rock behind me. I got up quickly as the man started chasing me again. When I went to turn around to start running again there was a huge cliff in front of me. I lost my ...
- 922: Creative Writing: The Highwayman
- ... they can, try to comply, but they gain no speed. The passengers, jumping at every bump in the road, wishing the ride over, holding fast to the coach, expecting any minute for the stage to roll on its side. They were waiting for the Highwayman to strike. Behind a wall of fog that hides him from the stage, not making a sound, he waits. He is waiting for the right moment ...
- 923: Creative Story: One Strange Trip
- ... of Scotland, I came upon a pop machine, I had no money, and because of my strong moral values, I felt I could not force it open with a stick or break it with a rock, because that was wrong. As I sat there leaning against it, I pondered how I could get a refreshing can of pop. I got up and looked around to find a coin or a bill ...
- 924: Creative Story: Day The World Turned Black
- ... on. They tie the sun up to a machine very tight and they begin the long haul. Levity has spread throughout all of the people and everyone begins to make jokes about their mishap. Days roll by and they haven't made as much progress as they expected. Their supplies are running low so they have a shortage of food and water. During the next few days the morale has picked ...
- 925: Creative Story: Concussion
- ... then flipped over the handle bars and shot like a torpedo head first in to the ground. I laid on the ground motionless for a minute or so. After that I started to moan and roll back and forth. After that I jumped to my feet and so disgracefully " Where's mom" I then picked up my bike and started to walk it home.
- 926: Why I Hate the Mall
- ... seems to catch my interest long enough for me to take notice. I got here noon-ish I think. I had to take a taxi since none of my non- pedestrian friends were willing to roll out of bed to give me a ride. "You're waking me up why? The Mall? You insane?" *click*. If there is anything in Poughkeepsie worse than the mall, it would be Poughkeepsie taxi cabs ...
- 927: Creative Writing: Jimmy Valentine the Safe Cracker
- ... far and you could still see the top handle of the suitcase. Annabelle went across the bridge that afternoon only to find her husband Ralph D. Spencer A.K.A. Jimmy Valentine dead over a rock with his hand floating toward his suitcase.
- 928: Personal Writing: On My Time
- ... colored lights, flashed from behind, which startled us. I pulled over to see no other than our best friends, the Cincinnati Police. He pranced his way to our smoke filled van, and signaled me to roll down the window, With a grim smile I eased the window down about three quarters of the way. By this time, I had handed him my drivers' license and the vehicle registration as he asked ...
- 929: The Body
- The Body In Castel Rock Maine, There were four boys Vern Tesio, Gordie La Chance, Chris , and Teddy Duchamp. They have a tree house in a abandon parking lot where they play cards and hang out. Vern comes and tells ...
- 930: Unchained Heritage - Creative Essay
- ... taking refuge up a nearby tree. About a minute later, the plane was completely out of sight, but the squirrel had not yet come back down from his tree. The Elder eased himself off the rock and stood up, looking about him critically. This was not the land he used to know. Although he was nearing his sixty-third birthday, he clearly remembered coming to this same location with his father ...
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