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Creative Story: Mischels Greenhouse
Number of Words: 459 / Number of Pages: 2
... of the truck. It can't be one
inch off otherwise it could hurt the plants (They could rub together) and the
racks wouldn't fit side by side. It's a endless cycle, day after day, until
all the mums are gone. When the mums are all gone, it's a glorious feel of
relief. All the benches had to be cleaned to get ready for poinsettias. Tanya
went back to Belarus to live with her real family so I asked my friends if any
of them wanted to help and only one said yes. I told my boss and a week later
my friend was working with me It was my job to "show him the ropes" with the
poinsettias. After he got the ...
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Personal Writing: Life In Junior High
Number of Words: 752 / Number of Pages: 3
... still
saw me pass with a 3.5 grade point average. Still, something was missing.
My best friends were all gone. While they were busy enjoying high
school together, by contrast, it was hard for me to make friends. I was so
caught up at leaving my old friends that being sociable seemed non-existent.
I was insecure. While students were talking about their summer vacation
in class, I had my head down on the table. I had nothing to talk about.
Moreover, I was afraid that I could not “hang” with them.
The high school image was arduous to follow if you didn't have the
shoes, clothes, looks, or e ...
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Personal Writing: My Most Memorable Experience
Number of Words: 791 / Number of Pages: 3
... almost eerie feeling, one you get before riding a roller coaster, came
to me. No one else seemed to complain, so I attempted to ignore the issue
by putting myself to sleep.
Over 45 minutes had past before I was awaken so abruptly by the
grasp of my dad large hand on my shoulder. "Time for lunch!" quaintly said
with a jolly cheer hidden deep in his voice. One after another we trickled
from the car, emptying quite quickly. I took a large deep breath of what I
assumed would be fresh air. Instead, I coughed. The air wreaked of
exhaust and was dry, concentrated with dust. It was my fault ...
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Creative Writing: Stanley
Number of Words: 2388 / Number of Pages: 9
... He hated this
thought, and therefore his own existence, which was his mind-set as he
entered the doors of Holiday Lanes Family Recreation Center.
Once inside, Stanley immediately asked the small, sheepish figure
behind the shoe rental counter where Kyle was, and was given the response
"Dunno." Dunno, What an asshole, Stanley thought to himself. Giving up
all hope on the worthless shoe rental man, Stanley decided to go to the
manager's office, hoping to see his new boss and therefore finding Kyle.
Again, his presumptions were wrong. The manager's door was locked and a
note attached to it: Gone f ...
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Nowhere, Kansas
Number of Words: 694 / Number of Pages: 3
... up a few boxes, “Sorry about the mess,” he replied, in a strong southern accent “just a few days ago we met head on with a twister.”
I looked at my cousin with a slight smirk on my face. I knew we were thinking the same thing, “that was rather ironic.” I turned to the worker and replied, “it was no inconvenience to us.”
We continued to walk into the store and found that there was another part to the building that was made into a café. The whole reason we had gone to this store was to find something to eat so we walked up to the counter and ordered a couple of sandwiches. The girl that took our order w ...
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Personal Writing: Statues On Campus
Number of Words: 444 / Number of Pages: 2
... statue because of the intentitive look on face. The person in the statue looks intent on reading or studying, and looks like he understands the literature that he is reading.
When came back to look at the statue Sunday night when it was dark out, I saw few changes that caught my eye. First was the way the lights around the library reflex off the statue. It makes the statue seem that in was just made the day before. It enhances the fine detail even more than when you look at it during the day. Another thing that is different is the shadow that the lights make for the statue it makes seem almost b ...
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Creative Writing: Unhappy Meal
Number of Words: 1043 / Number of Pages: 4
... looked as if they belonged to a
forty year old man and not a seventeen year old boy. His tan skin and wide
smile seemed out of place when one took in Amir's mohawk and torn black t-shirt.
"It's a handicap spot."
"Exactly," Amir said with a smirk. "I got you in my car, and you're a
retard."
"Fuck you," Aaron said, "I'll blast you Sylvester Stallone style."
Amir burst into hysterical laughter. "You watch too much television."
Aaron shrugged and slowly exhaled through his nose, decorated with a
silver hoop ring through his septum (also self-pinned). He caught sight of
himself in the rearview mirro ...
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Personal Writing: Our Big Trip To State College
Number of Words: 561 / Number of Pages: 3
... to a Fraternity party,
where we continued working on our inebriation. After a long night of
partying and fraternizing with hundreds of drunk college kids much like
ourselves, we headed back to the dorm in which the whole evening started.
And just as any after-school special goes, there was one kid who had just a
little too much to drink, and he proceeded to put his hand through a plate
glass window. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?!?!?!" were the first words
out of every mouth. So Jason, myself, and Nicole decided to vacate the
premises and head back to Altoona, which was both a good and bad idea. ...
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Vietnam
Number of Words: 441 / Number of Pages: 2
... will be shot and killed. How could my family and Abbey deal with this? Everyone here hates the war and just wants to go home to their families. Everyday dozens of men are shot or killed by land mines, and I am really becoming depressed. I have seen so many men die just inches away from me. All I can think of is that could be me. I have come to the conclusion that war is the most awful and barbaric thing that anyone would ever have to go through, and I hate it.
One night, in my sleep, I had a dream about being back home. I was with Abbey and my parents and all of my friends. I missed them all so much ...
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Personal Writing: The Guitar
Number of Words: 722 / Number of Pages: 3
... I called him up and asked if I
could borrow it. He told me I could have it, because he had just bought a
brand knew one. The strings and the pick guard had been taken out, so I
went to a guitar store and they fixed everything for me. I was able to
play it after that. I also have an Ovation guitar, which is a lot
different from the electric guitar I had gotten from my friend. My sister
won the Ovation guitar in a raffle, along with Melissa Efferage concert
tickets. She doesn't play the guitar, so she gave it to me. Melissa
Efferage plays the same guitar, and it cost over thirteen hundred dollar ...
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