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Creative Writing: Down And Out
Number of Words: 1441 / Number of Pages: 6
... don't know but as soon as we wash them a bit and open em' up we
should find out" replies Richard.
Chester fills an old fish box with water to wash the bottles. They
clean the bottles them take them out and dry them. Martha hands Richard a
corkscrew and finishes making supper. Richards grabs the first bottle and pops
out the cork. He pulls out what seems to be a letter written by hand .
Considering the conditions of the bottles the letters are still white, except
for the contrasting black ink. He sets this letter to the side and opens up
another bottle. He takes out another letter a ...
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My Dad's Influence On Me
Number of Words: 479 / Number of Pages: 2
... came an especially bad morning. It had been very foggy the previous night, and by the morning the fog had greatly thickened. Before leaving for work my dad reminded me to ask my mom to take me to school. I thought, “I’ve been driving for a few months, I can handle it.” So I proceeded to drive to school. The fog was so thick that I could not see more than a few feet ahead of me. Out of no where I saw a little dog appear in front of my car. There was no way I could avoid hitting it so I swerved to the right and hit the side of the dog. I was so shaken up that I could not even get out of my car to se ...
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Creative Writing: Inn From Hell
Number of Words: 1070 / Number of Pages: 4
... not even five minuites after hopping into bed they were
both asleep. That was thier next mistake.
Now like most people Doctor Bleed just had to get his drink of water in
the middle of the night or or or .......Well thats funny I dont think that he
has ever not had his refreshing drink of water in the middle of the night. Oh
well, I sure hope he gets it. Like normally the Doctor woke up at about 2:00
A.M., now with the doctor not knowing the house he just took off in any old
direction which he should not have done because he did not know what he was
about to get himself into. As the doctor roamed ...
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Personal Writing: Bad Teacher
Number of Words: 191 / Number of Pages: 1
... office. After going there a couple of times, over a two-week period,
she told me that I couldn't go anymore, but I sneaked passed her and went
anyway. A week later, I got hurt again, so I snuck past her again even
though she had told me not to go. That afternoon, she insulted me in front
of everybody in the class; thus, I thought of her as a mean witch. Later
that school year, I accidentally placed my finger in the doorway and
someone slammed it without knowing my finger was there. She didn't care;
therefore, she didn't tell me what to do. Consequently, I had to hold the
two parts of my finger and run ...
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Conversation With A Doctor
Number of Words: 3964 / Number of Pages: 15
... to Germany.
Hamburg. It's an ugly city, but we enjoyed it anyway.
Yes, teaching. I got Arnaud to travel around Germany a bit, and we
came back through France.
No, I wish I had learnt it, but since I taught my students in French
it didn't matter too much. And of course they all speak English.
When we got back. The time we were there was fine.
We'd rented it out to a couple from Qu‚bec City. They seemed nice,
and we didn't want it to sit empty for six months. We charged them less
than we should have, but that didn't seem to matter.
No, we didn't really ...
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Dialogue Story, The Ginger Ale Mystery
Number of Words: 507 / Number of Pages: 2
... the locked
room and change something, for instance, put ginger ale into a glass of
ice."
"Ginger ale into a glass of ice? That's quite easy." laughed Hans.
"Yes, but not when YOU are in a locked room, the ice and glass in a
safe, and me with the Ginger Ale outside!" exclaimed Miguel.
"That is quite extraordinary, if you could do it. But what would I
get if you didn't do it?" asked Hans.
"Head seat of all violinists, plus 100,000 dollars, in CASH." said
Miguel.
"Now i'm in it. But you want my Stradivarius violin if you do it?"
asked Hans.
"Yes, thing's aren't chea ...
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A Camera's Eye
Number of Words: 621 / Number of Pages: 3
... city. I can see the scene and I can move on.
My eyes go back to the girl in front of me. I can't stray too long,
I'll be caught surveying my surroundings and accused of not paying
attention. I bring my focus back to her eyes and then her mouth. A close
up of her lips would be a good shot. Forming each word, detailed curves
and slopes. I've captured the shot.
I've been told before that I see the world through the eye of a
viewfinder. I actually like that view. As a filmmaker I am constantly
alert and searching for the perfect lighting, the perfect angles, and
shots. I think that makes me a person w ...
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Personal Writing: The Burnside Project
Number of Words: 818 / Number of Pages: 3
... I watch him quickly
drop away and coast to the hip. He glides past it, and I start to notice
the entire view before me as he blends into a larger picture.
I see grey. Every shade of grey, in all its variety blends and
curves from the lightest near whites, to a deepness rivaling black. The
darkness overhead drones with the sound of a thousand automobile tires
humming on the top of the bridge. Though designed for another purpose, it
serves well as protection from the rain and weather. The sun and light, as
well as the wind, come from the sides. The wind blows softly this morn,
yet it nips at ...
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Creative Story: The Ride
Number of Words: 860 / Number of Pages: 4
... uneasy feeling, making me want to stay away
even more. He never took any time to help me with school, car or money. I
always had to work to earn everything, the only thing I wasn't paying for was
rent. In turn I wanted little to do with my father, stepmother or brother,
never contributing or helping out. I even stopped going with them on vacations.
The feelings I had were that I just wanted to be alone by myself, independent.
For four months after the accident I was unable to do anything that I
had previously done in the normal routine of my life. With a full leg and hand
cast I spent almost a ...
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Creative Writing: The Inferno
Number of Words: 523 / Number of Pages: 2
... is a sea of scorn. It stabs my feet with its blades of contempt. The
walls of mockery laugh at me as I foolishly try to climb them to rid myself of
its presence. Yet there is no escape. I have inflicted more pain upon myself.
Nothing is soft in here; everything is jagged. My un-sanded wooden dresser
rests on the right side of the doorway. Figures of dancers with invisible
partners lie atop the uneven surface. They seem to move slowly across the
dresser, like seaweed drifting aimlessly across the sea. My unpleasant and
discomforting bed of stone rests in the center of the room. It i ...
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