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Secret Addiction
Number of Words: 515 / Number of Pages: 2
... 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 serious this was, until one day my best
friend Trevor called me up on the phone. He told me about a hot new movie that
was out, and I found myself making an excuse as to why I could not make it. But
of cou ...
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Personal Writing: Christmas Memories
Number of Words: 548 / Number of Pages: 2
... Christmas decorations, and
Christmas music lightly penetrates the air as the family socializes with
each other. The constant murmer of the voices, serves as a background for
the music. My cousins are running making their laps around the living room
while playing tag and laughing to their hearts content.
I hear a voice saying "My have you ever grown up!" I turn to my
left and stand up to address my complimenter. Grandma, awaken from her
heavenly sleep, stands slightly crouched with an antique smile painted
gracefully across her face. I reach out and hug her frail body. We both sit
down and talk abo ...
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Personal Writing: At The Hockey Game
Number of Words: 442 / Number of Pages: 2
... 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 television screens lit
up "Let's go Wings" and fans swung their red and white shimmery pom-poms.
Scrunched in my arena-side seat, I gazed in amazement at the massive
amounts of people, and began to enjoy my very fi ...
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My Favorite Room
Number of Words: 278 / Number of Pages: 2
... no pagers are allowed. This room represents fun and relaxation for all that enter the room.
My entertainment center offers a wood grain big screen TV. Complete with surround sound and multi-function remote. The picture within picture offers dual sport viewing, to bring live sports action to the room.
For half-time entertainment, guest can enjoy a antique carved wood clawed foot professional size pool table, which was bought from Minnesota Fats estate auction. Billiard action is well lit by the hand cut glass Billiard lamp hanging from the open wood beam ceiling. Lazy Boys abound sitting on top of g ...
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A Story About Shy Copper
Number of Words: 581 / Number of Pages: 3
... wife heart a story, she became very angry and start to scold him:
“How could you said so injustice thing, how?”
He became silent on couple of minute and said: “I did have say anything, because, because I am the worse metal in whole world.”
“That is not true, and you know it!” she said.
On the next morning she took him to the court and said to Periodic Table:
“You was wrong when you said that Copper is the worse metal, because he is one of man's most important metals. May be he is not so nice as Gold and Silver, because he is reddish colored, but he takes on a bright metallic luster, ...
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Quarry Hill
Number of Words: 2060 / Number of Pages: 8
... thinker -- I barely
finished my idea before he was in agreement. "Come on Tom, lets go to the
Quarries!" Rudy said to get a response out of him. Tom -- still in his
"quiet mode" -- looked Rudy right in the eye, blinked, gave a half laugh,
and smiled.
"Well, all right. It's 1:00am, I think I'm going to go to bed now."
I was getting bored with the silence, and Tom wasn't going to move into his
hilarious mood, so I figured that I'd get some rest for once. Tom and Rudy
got in their respective cars, said some final words to each other, and then
the silence was killed by the roar of the '79 Camero ...
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Creative Writing: The Person Behind The Mask
Number of Words: 827 / Number of Pages: 4
... day, week after week. He was an «
every chief's dream.» But he was also a lonely man with no friends who would
say; "How are we today?" His colleagues envied him, so they froze him out. He
could see the guys meet in a corner. Whispering and giving him looks. He tried
to be a pal, but they didn't want him to. He was the average guy, with average
pay and an average apartment. But he wasn't miserable. Of course he'd like some
friends and a girlfriend to talk with, but since he didn't have any, he thought
it was the way it was supposed to be. His job was to earn money and sit behind
his desk smiling to ...
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Creative Writing: The Crash
Number of Words: 886 / Number of Pages: 4
... clutching
the work shirt of her dead son crying, "Oh Edward, Oh Edward." The cries echoed
through the empty house as the grandmother sat there in tears.
"How could this have happened?" Thought Jesse to himself, "he was just in
Green Bay and now he's dead. Who did this? They will get theirs."
The only thing that kept Jesse going was his hatred. He had to devise a
plan to get back at the person who did this. The only thing he could think of
was to repay blood for blood.
Jesse didn't know the exact details of the accident, but when he found out
he erupted into a fit of rage. "So the ...
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Derek
Number of Words: 8360 / Number of Pages: 31
... used pack of matches from his too tight jeans. He was
extremely conscious of the fluidity of his movements; lighting the
cigarette with the match was the hard part, and he wanted to look as cool
as possible, smooth and flowing, for all the eyes he perceived to be on him.
He managed to execute the task to his satisfaction as he entered the staff
room above the restaurant, but only Karen was there, finishing a butt of
her own. He didn't give a shit about Karen and there was no one else
around.
He felt a frustration welling up inside that seemed incomprehensible.
He thrust himself into one of ...
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Creative Writing: There Isn't Much Time
Number of Words: 641 / Number of Pages: 3
... person which laziness is not a
factor of his bad grades. Eric could not pick up the books soon enough before
the exam because he was afraid of failure. Since Eric's older brothers had
achieved excellence academic records and great careers, Eric' parents expected
him to follow his brothers' foot step. As the result, Eric was afraid to try
because he feared to fail his parents' expectation. When he realized the problem,
it was too late.
It is two o'clock in the morning. The computer is on, the coffee maker
is cooking, and I am under a lot of stress. "There isn't a lot of time left," I
keep telli ...
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