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How I Learned To Ski
Number of Words: 608 / Number of Pages: 3
... remained and kept falling from
the ski. Then my father showed me the basic techniques he acquired while
learning how to ski, you see there is no standard way to ski everyone has to
find their own style of skiing or snowboarding . As you can find out this sport
is not something you do good at right away, it takes time and practice to become
good.
When I got older we would go to bigger mountains in Colorado where he
lives, we would spend all day skiing down difficult runs called double diamonds,
that is the hardest run on the slopes. At first it was hard for me to keep up
with my fathers tremendous sp ...
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Creative Writing: My Idea Of Where The Heck Life Came From
Number of Words: 337 / Number of Pages: 2
... did find
these little microorganisms in the rocks on Mars. Also, bribed sources from
inside the Pentagon and NASA have quoted that they have found bone
fragments of what appear to be little creatures resembling monkeys, and
also these balls of hair with an unknown origin. Really. I Promise. Want
more proof? Remember that face on Mars? The one in the Cydonia basin next
to the pyramids and the martian airport? If you look at the face cross-eyed
and crooked it looks like a cat!
In conclusion, I believe that my theory of the origin of life
should be investigated further. Who knows; it just could be tr ...
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Creative Writing: Dogs And Cats
Number of Words: 5027 / Number of Pages: 19
... beagle could never
quite get over a loss. Mustard lay his head on the ground and watched the
passage of time on the street while Scampi vented.
Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello.
"Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree.
"Dunno. New in town."
"Which house?"
"No house."
"Freeloader, hm? Give him one from me." Roy's owner shushed him. Poor
guy. Owner was one of those uppity types who had to have everything perfect.
Mustard rolled on his belly. They had better catch the thing quick, or
the whole neighbourhood would ridicule them. The brazen cat had been rooti ...
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Personal Writing: My Jungle Safari
Number of Words: 485 / Number of Pages: 2
... The sword caught what little light that had
somehow found its way through the trees and it danced on the nearby trees.
It made a swish as it flew through the air. When it hit the brush the
sword vibrated through my hand and the brush gave way to the knife and
allowed me to pass through.
A tiny light became clearer to me and I headed toward it. The bugs
became thicker and there were mosquitoes all around and it was getting
harder to take a breath without getting one in your mouth or up your nose.
Overhead there were monkeys talking back and forth about the intruders into
their world. I glanced up an ...
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Personal Writing: Realizing My Powers
Number of Words: 426 / Number of Pages: 2
... youth group for 5 and a half years. Every Thanksgiving we
take food to those that cannot get out and come to church. This service
helps each person in the youth group to think of others and realize the
fact that there are many unfortunate people in the community.
During my eleventh grade year, I helped to get the FCA started. We
have always had one for people to take pictures with, but we began to have
meetings and devotions. Now the FCA meets every Friday after school. I
feel that this has helped me to become a leader, and see how it is to begin
something that needs to be done. Every year my y ...
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Creative Writing: The Dinner Party
Number of Words: 412 / Number of Pages: 2
... in the house. What they didn't see was the cat who
crawled under the table. When they are finished Mr. Smith says "I'll go
and change to a suit and you can maybe take on a long dress and your finest
jewellery you have".
At last the chief and his wife are here and Mrs. Fowler has flowers
to give to Mrs. Smith. I'll wish they welcome to our home and introduce my
wife to Mr. and Mrs. Fowler. Then we go into the dining room, but what is
that. The salmon is gone. Mr. and Mrs. Smith are horrified and Mr. and
Mrs. Fowlers don't know what to say. Mrs. Smith begins to cry and Mrs.
Fowler tries to ...
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What Family Is To Me
Number of Words: 441 / Number of Pages: 2
... My parents respected me enough to tell me that I was adopted,
instead of lying to me and having me find out later in life that I wasn't their
biological son. This respect that my parents gave me, in turn gave me their
trust. And I gave them the respect and trust that was given to me.
Without sacrifice, a family cannot be. The sacrifices that family
members make for each other show the willingness to be an unselfish part of a
family. Sacrifices also display the love, respect and trust in a family. I
know that even though some of the time it may not seem that my parents would
sacrifice anything ...
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Creative Writing: Trigatipede
Number of Words: 1630 / Number of Pages: 6
... first I was
unclear of the meaning, but quick clarification had me realizing the
enormous biological disasters such a project would generate. They wanted
me to chemically produce hybrid's of different animal species.
My first thought was that such a thing was impossible, but they
showed me research and experiments done by the government that proved it
was possible. The investors sensed my unwillingness and placed a briefcase
in my lap. I opened it and found stacks of neatly wrapped bills. It had to
have been at least ten million dollars. I was informed that the briefcase
was merely an incentive an ...
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Creative Story: Death Cload
Number of Words: 927 / Number of Pages: 4
... by enemy radar. With a push of the throttle the twin-turbine engines
roar with authority. The bird takes flight disappearing into the night skies
evanescently. The only sign that it exists is the trademark sonic boom as it
passes the sound barrier.
After approximately seven hours flight time and two in-flight re-fuelings,
the Blackbird reaches its destination, Moscow, Russia. The thermal imaging
camera, located in the bird's hull, depicts the radioactivity from nuclear silos
as bright yellow and orange blobs on the terrain. The images show seas of
yellow throughout Moscow. The ...
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Personal Writing: My Dog Skippy
Number of Words: 475 / Number of Pages: 2
... me
Skippy never came back after her appointment. As we drove back to Golden to see
if my dog returned I remember thinking I would trade anything if I could only
have my dog back. As we neared the house I saw Skippy in our head lights waging
his tail like an angel.
When my parents decided to get divorced they wanted to sell our house
and move to separate apartments. I didn't think about it at first but soon
realized I would have to part with my beloved dog. After a few months of
fighting over the issue with my parents we came to an agreement. My mom told me
she had a friend who lives on a farm an ...
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