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Personal Writing: My Kiwi Experience
Number of Words: 416 / Number of Pages: 2
... to feel one. When I managed to grab one,
I noticed how slick it was. It was smooth with tiny bumps that were almost
invisible to the touch. My hand was drawn to the core next. The core was
spongy and felt like the fruit, smooth and slick.
Next, I decided to listen to the sounds a kiwi could make. I pick
the slice up, and I dropped it with a loud thump. It almost sounded like
water sloshing in your boots. When I picked it back up, it sounded like a
sticker being pulled from your shirt.
After all of this examination, I decided to eat it, one part at a
time. I tried the skin first. It was tast ...
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Presonal Writing: My First Impression Of My Teacher Miss Vicki
Number of Words: 385 / Number of Pages: 2
... the next 365 days.
Instead of trying too hard to lick her boots, I tried my best to be my natural
self in front of her.
Still, I could not shake off the ice-cold image that she possessed in my
heart. True, her corney jokes sometimes sent me into frolicking laughter, yet at
other times these jokes simply fell flat the moment she uttered them. My lovely
class, however was always ready to laugh at the right time and place of her
amusing stories. Afterall, we would not want to run the risk of her temper
erupting in front of us like Mount Saint Helens spewing molten rock and
breathing fire.
Alas, life ...
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Life: The Personal Experience
Number of Words: 623 / Number of Pages: 3
... to death and some other just crushed by Small pieces. Everyone is in
tears including the police and fire fighters. After the rescue, we find out
most of people in that van died, but some in serious condition.
After that accident, I learned that life is meaningless, and learned that
we should help others while we can. My goal was to let God into my life. It
was one of the most relaxing and peaceful things I have ever done. Because we
all inspired by God, he helps us when we really needed him. He brings us out of
the nightmare that no one will ever forget. We gather all our church friend ...
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The Prison
Number of Words: 1464 / Number of Pages: 6
... did not like to be addressed as Mrs. Tucker. As far as I was concerned, the day the divorce was final, that was the day I stopped being Mrs. Tucker. But, I was told that was what I had to do.
There were other rules I was told about, such as inmates were not allowed to handle money at all. so, I had gave money as a refund, I was to never give any to an inmate. I was, to keep my stockdoor locked at all times. Which was an unusual rule because there were times that I was within 2 feet of the door but, it had to be locked anyway. On my way home that day, I fought back the tears. I was so intim ...
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Personal Writing: Taking Some Time Off To Watch Nature
Number of Words: 423 / Number of Pages: 2
... ants clawing all over a dead log.
There were tons of them clawing all around carrying little pieces of food.
All the animals where getting ready for the cold winter that is ahead of us.
Across in the neighbor's backyard were birds eating from a bird feeder. I
heard birds chirping then over top the birds I heard geese for off in the
woods by the lake.
I was lucky didn't get bitten by any bugs or flies, I guess it was
because the wind was blowing. I could smell the brewery; the wind carried
it over. The smell was so strong; it smelled like I was standing right
next to it.
I think people could lea ...
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Personal Writing: Salvation
Number of Words: 546 / Number of Pages: 2
... is not found in religion, but in a relationship with Him. Jesus said, "Ï am the way and the truth and the life no one comes to the Father except through me"(John 14:6). Now my life has meaning and purpose.
My walk with Christ has been very fulfilling. It has not been only happy events. In fact, I have encountered many difficult trials, and tribulations. But one thing I'm sure about; even when I encounter trials and tribulations God will never leave me nor forsake me. I do not fear what the future may bring because Jesus is with me all the time. I am no longer captive to the darkness that o ...
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Creative Writing: The Murder Case
Number of Words: 5448 / Number of Pages: 20
... down at the
victim. He looked around the room to determine the possible motive for
this killing.
"Does the victim have a name?", asked Jack to no one in particular.
"The apartment was rented to a Reid Jennings," said one of the
uniformed officers. "The manager has identified the body."
Wally was interviewing a short, fat lady in a housedress just outside
the apartment door.
Over by the window was a bloody butcher knife with a wooden handle.
"Is that the murder weapon?", asked Jack.
"As far as we can tell, there was a struggle, the victim was stabbed,
and the perpetrator esc ...
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Creative Writing: The Unforgettable Man
Number of Words: 1060 / Number of Pages: 4
... do something
now!", demanded the distressed lady standing right at the bed side. I had seen
this man before, although I had never spoken to him. I had know idea that he
was not in a stable health.
"All right, all right," I replied in frustration, not knowing exactly what
to do first. I looked at the 84 year old overweight male patient. He appeared
very pale with his brown colored eyes half shut looking desperately at me for
some sort of help. My mind was becoming blank, as I could not believe what I
was about to experience. In training we were told this could happen from time,
to time ...
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Popular Guy
Number of Words: 1107 / Number of Pages: 5
... they will look at us even more after we win that Glendale game tonight.
Later that morning Thomas and I meet up with the rest of the guys from the team, they were all as nervous as we were. Knowing that there was a lot riding on this game, and for some it was even more important because it was the last game of the year. It was their last chance to show the scouts what kind of talent they had.
As always we would have no class that day and there would be one big pep rally which the entire student body will attend to celebrate BGD, which stands for Beat Glendale Day.
As a tradition our coach called ...
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Creative Writing: A Day At The Park
Number of Words: 530 / Number of Pages: 2
... wife and son ready to go. Over the next half hour, I almost
regretted having to bring my son, what with the hassle of getting the
diaper bag packed , the traffic, and fighting the crowds while pushing a
stroller. It was hectic, but I survived.
Finally we were situated and ready for the game. The singing of
the national anthem was finished and we were waiting for the first pitch.
All of a sudden it hit me, for some reason I couldn't have been prouder.
There I was, holding my son and watching my childhood heroes, sharing his
first major league baseball game. Now I don't know if what I felt was ...
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