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Personal Writing: The Day Of Surprise
Number of Words: 906 / Number of Pages: 4
... differences and even presented
cards to the children nobody liked. That one day of love seemed to unify
the worst of foes through love and forgiveness. I could hardly wait for
that day to come.
As the night before Valentines Day had rolled around, anticipation
had escalated to an all time peak. Nevertheless, it was all set aside as
my parents once again started to fight. My brother and I were sent to the
car in the garage so that we would not witness them fighting. We knew the
routine. I was scared and I could still hear angry voices dueling back and
forth. My brother was a senior in high scho ...
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My Truck
Number of Words: 458 / Number of Pages: 2
... continued to get me into trouble.
My windows would be open in the summer, we didn't have air
conditioning, and it was very windy. My door would slam in the night. The
rest of the family would not get any sleep. So, my mom came in to close the
windows a little and she would kick over my blocks and cars. In the
morning, I woke up ot see how muck damage was done. My blocks were
skattered, and some times my little plastic micro machine cars would me
broken. If you know about to toy cars, once the axle is bent from being
stepped on, or being turned, the wheels don't turn. But not my green pi ...
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Tomato Fishing
Number of Words: 289 / Number of Pages: 2
... beans and beets, four eggplants, five bell peppers, several
herbs and a peach tree named Packwood (named after creeping under my skirt
once too often). Everything was going along nicely. Then we went on
vacation....
We came back to find a sea of green. Tomatoes covered everything. We
had to transplant two of the eggplants, and we lost the one with the red
and white stripes. Most of the herbs had disappeared. The peppers and
Packwood were ok, but we hadn't planted any tomatoes in that box. But the
tomatoes in the next box over were trying to invade it. Tomatoes overflowed
everywhere.
After a ...
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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 ab ...
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Creative Writing: The Wind In His Sail
Number of Words: 755 / Number of Pages: 3
... of hand-crafted pillars and intricate woodwork that beautified even the
aesthetic sandy ocean beach that encompassed it. As always, after sailing
practise, he was greeted by a honk and a wave from his father returning from
work. His father was a partner in Jones, Jefferson, and Deveau, the most
successful law firm in Nova Scotia. He was able to fund Cobi's sailing career
from the start, and his money played a very large role in Cobi's sailing success
and popularity. Other than Cobi's majestic surroundings, Cobi led a typical
eighteen year-old after school life. He ate, did homework, ...
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Creative Writing: The Legend Of Sweating Moose-Balls
Number of Words: 481 / Number of Pages: 2
... father. The other
ten warriors also recognized him, along with a few of the older men. Wanting
revenge, the tribe encircled the men and moved in. Soon, the white men were
trapped, and they noticed. Sweating Moose-Balls stepped forward, and spoke to
the first old man. "You are the one who killed my father." he said. "yes, and we
want to apologize. Your mothers have taken over our houses, and we need you to
take them back." the old man pleaded. Sweating Moose-Balls thought for a moment.
He could see that the man was sincere; he was practically begging. But then,
Sweating Moose-Balls got an idea. ...
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A Passage Of Time
Number of Words: 1473 / Number of Pages: 6
... as an unwavering constant. But most importantly, they
were carried out slowly, and in the current times of speed and fast results,
it was very reassuring to be able to take time to go through the routines
which had been a part of Bradley's life for at least fifteen years, now.
Bradley savoured his drink, choosing to drink it very slowly, as if in
an attempt to slow down time. Bradley tried again to put words to the page,
typing away furiously (certainly the ability to type over ninety words per
minute helps when you have to write as much as he does), but his mind,
usually clear when on ta ...
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Personal Writing: The Zoo
Number of Words: 449 / Number of Pages: 2
... and swinging about in their large cage. They looked very alert and stared back at the people. Some of them clung to the iron bars, waiting for someone to hand them a banana or some peanuts. We left the monkeys’ cage and went to see the elephants. They were wandering loose in an open area, which was surrounded by large deep trenches. Bordering the trenches was a heavy iron fence. The elephants had rough and mildewed-looking skin. Their long and flexible trunks were moving constantly begging someone to give them food. A boy responded and threw some pieces of sugar cane. One elephant used its tru ...
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Personal Writing: Fickle Fisherman
Number of Words: 541 / Number of Pages: 2
... a REAL fish not
the guppy in my bucket. As he talked and talked the fish got closer and
closer and he netted it up and took a look. The fish was about half the
size of mine but it was a carp not a catfish. I gave a little laugh and
continued and he tried to explain...."well you see boy, a carp is a hell of
alot harder to hook than a catfish. Carp don't just eat everything they
see, they're very selective. So if I were you I wouldn't laugh to hard just
yet". I wasn't to sure if the information was legit but i really doubted
it so I just went on with my fishing. It was getting close to weigh-on
t ...
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College Essay: Which Of Your Possessions Reveals Most About You And Why?
Number of Words: 702 / Number of Pages: 3
... You, I should imagine, feel like you have known her all your life?"
"He, Watson, he. I conclude that the possessor of this book bag is a young man of a scholarly nature, most likely a teenager, a student of various academic disciplines. His eyesight is most likely poor, and it seems that he is very exceptional, but tries to make up for his faults. He obviously prefers to perform simple tasks in exciting, unusual ways, likes a good discussion, and is not afraid to reveal his opinions. Self-conscious of his mistakes, he likes to straighten them out at the first opportunity, and is well equipped to fig ...
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