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Creative Writing: An Unforgivable Choice
Number of Words: 2180 / Number of Pages: 8
... if there came any of
the cruel men I should hurry out, and I don't believe in Santa. But if you
do he properly heard you lien, I'm 7” Jason said “Would you like to buy
some christmaspresents with me?” Lucinda asked. “I don't know -maybe some
of the shopasistents will recognise me, and I'm really not supposed to go
with strangers” Jason said. “Well, only you can decide if I'm a stranger”
Lucinda said very tempting.
“My feets hurt” Jason complained. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have dragged
you with. It wasn't supposed to take so long -I swear” Lucinda excused. “
Well I should have got enough presents ...
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The Mountain Of Death
Number of Words: 729 / Number of Pages: 3
... around was beautiful. It was unlike anyone could ever imagine. When the group got to only the tenth switch-back they all looked about and could see the beauty of the valley floor and where they had just started out that day. It looked like a little green dot painted into the valley floor by an artist and his brush. I did not realize how hard it would be until the middle of the mountain.
Through the middle of the mountain each step was a challenge. I could feel the rocks slip out from under me and the hot sun beating on the shoulders. My mouth tasted of salt from the sweat and each drip com ...
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Personal Writing: Seeing The Red Wings Hockey Team Play
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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Creative Writing: Sycamore Street
Number of Words: 475 / Number of Pages: 2
... like militant soldiers moving in the same sequence
to B.G.’s “Bling-Bling”
Everyone looked up and stared as the very noticeable squad car
crept by, hoping to shake the local people, but no one moved just cold
stares back, as if it was a showdown in the wild wild west. Junkies pasted
by with squeaking shopping carts filled with old telephones, hubcaps and
Styrofoam cups and plates. An elderly woman sat on her porch rocking back
and forth, surrounded by a crowd of wild cats waiting patiently for the
bread that sat in her lap. Mothers gathered around a old broken down
garage reminiscing and sipping ...
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Creative Writing: Godzilla In Tokyo
Number of Words: 905 / Number of Pages: 4
... he paused, “
well...a distortion this big could have only been caused by Godzilla.”
The commander gasped in shock. “Was there any visual contact
established?” he asked.
“No sir, but our indications lead us to believe that the only
possibly cause could only be Godzilla based only the fact that the
distortion was so big.”
“Very well. It is imperative that we establish visual contact
before we take this whole thing way to far. Tell the pilot to determine
his course, if he is headed for Tokyo we must take necessary actions.”
“At once sir.”
45 minutes later on board a navy helicopter above t ...
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Personal Writing: Life Is A White Water River
Number of Words: 276 / Number of Pages: 2
... me tirelessly as I attempt to manoevour
around the feared whirlpool of depression, which at any given time can pull
me under and swallow me alive.
While in the river, which I call life, I have to be in control at all
times; I must quickly steer and paddle away from the massive rocks and
devouring waves. When travelling along a rough river, it is essential that
the rafter be a quick thinker, and only the experienced rafter can outwit
the many perils that lie ahead.
Sure, I am apt to make mistakes, I can only imagine how many times waves
have knocked my raft over while learning; I can only imagine ...
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Creative Writing: Letter To Mom From Jewish Man During The Holocaust
Number of Words: 400 / Number of Pages: 2
... and many were killed. I
thank God that I was a lucky survivor, but they ended up finding me, and I
along with many other Jews were taken to where I am now, Auschwitz. Here
they have shaved our heads, took our clothing, and both men and women are
viscously beaten if not killed for no reason, besides that fact that we are
Jews. Also men and women are separated, along with the women being
separated from there children.
I have been told that today is my last, so I just wanted to tell
you that I love you and will always be watching over you. Please don’t tell
anyone of the information I have just given ...
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Personal Writing: Jim Thomson's House
Number of Words: 953 / Number of Pages: 4
... Poy and Beau at the bus-stop a few minutes before they got a bus number 47 to go to Jim Thomson's house. Then we arrived in there about 16.30 pm. Before I reached the Thai home, I felt strange and had a question again that why the beautiful teak house was surrounded by many cement buildings and was located on the end of a long Soi. I didn't appreciate it.
Although, after I rested and sat for a while under the floor of Thai home, I felt fresh, warm and relax because of the greenish atmosphere from many plants that are in the garden. Virginia, my friends and I waited a while after we had paid the ent ...
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Creative Writing: Huck's Rebellion
Number of Words: 1275 / Number of Pages: 5
... turned my head towards her and nodded. Little did she know what
kind of thoughts were going through my head at the time. After what she
had just said I don't think that I will be able to stand it. I knew that I
was a free boy, I made up my own rules and nobody was going to sivilize me
no matter what!
The house came into view after walking for a few miles. I entered
first with Aunt Sally walking right behind me.
She said , “Tomorrow were are going shopping to buy you some new
clothes and shoes”. “The ones that you currently own will be thrown away”.
“Now why don't you go up stairs and ta ...
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Creative Writing: The Search
Number of Words: 4217 / Number of Pages: 16
... my head. I stepped into the bathroom, combed back
my whitening hair, and left for the office.
The early morning sun shone in through the broken blinds that I noticed
hadn't been replaced as I asked. I looked over the pile of paperwork awaiting
me. “Why the hell do I gotta do all these damn reports?”
"Actually, you don't, not today." I turned to see a man much like myself,
but older and with his piece on. He was a little taller, but with the same
sagging features and large belly of my body. “I've come here to give you
something new.” With that, I was handed a thick manila folder. It fel ...
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