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Pictures
Number of Words: 821 / Number of Pages: 3
... the Koran. Amina
likes to draw the patterns and she is no more confused. Next day at school,
they're all going to draw nice Christmas cards. Amina draws the patterns that
her mother has just taught her. The teacher tells her to draw people instead,
and she throws away the Christmas card with patterns on it. Amina refuses to
draw people, and reminds the teacher of what she'd told Amina the other day. The
teacher tries to behave nice and convinces Amina that she will put Amina's
picture next to the others'. During the two discussions the teacher and Amina
are having, the teacher is having a hard time ...
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Personal Essay: Look Before You Leap
Number of Words: 497 / Number of Pages: 2
... with a water egg in his hand.
"Liar!," I yelled at Philip. My instant reaction was to jump off the
deck onto the grass below. I had done it many times before and knew that I
would be okay. That way I could get away from Lance and I would not lose the
water fight. The water egg whizzed right past my head as I vaulted over the
railing of the deck. I shouted "Missed me!" without thinking about or looking
at what was below me. The only thing that I was thinking about on the way down
was not getting hit with that water egg. This thoughtlessness was my big
mistake. Since I was not paying att ...
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The Renaissance Man
Number of Words: 700 / Number of Pages: 3
... their town, which was in Turkey,
to Everett, Massachusetts in nineteen twenty-eight. They lived several
years in this suburb of Boston, until they were able to move to Haverhill
to start a chicken farm. My father's journey began the first day of school
when he was sent home because he could not ask to go to the bathroom in
English. As he slowly learned the new culture he began to become more and
more aware of his family's condition.
As a young adult, he realized his family's troubles and strove to
make what money he could in order to keep his family together. He would
sell eggs and chicken ...
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Just Another Saturday Night?
Number of Words: 829 / Number of Pages: 4
... I watched his arms, spread out, as he balanced. I followed with my eye the cigarette in his right hand as it glowed, spearing through the night.
I ran up the ramp and crouched down next to Matt, Eddie, Gavin and Jared. They all yelled my name as Matt tackled me to the floor of the platform. I tripped Matt over and rolled across next to Eddie. I grabbed his bottle of Tequila and took a swig, the salty liquid burnt down my throat, and the warmth cradled my body.
I grabbed a skateboard off Jared and pumped my way up the transition of the ramp. The rush as I flowed back and forth swept my consciousnes ...
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Cow Lore
Number of Words: 2368 / Number of Pages: 9
... they'll get." His statement
was met with a round of deafening cheers, which soon died back down. "You
are all people of war... and when we clash tomorrow, I want you to do what
you do best. I want you to destroy whoever gets in your way." Another round
of cheers exploded, then died down. "Tomorrow, milk will be released from
the confines of their bodies... it will flow through o'er the plains like a
river... and will dye the moon white!" He held up his large tankard of ale
to the ceiling. "We will show our true selves to The Great One In The
Sky... we will show our Lord, the mighty Black Angus, ...
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The Day In The Life Of A Drug Addict
Number of Words: 843 / Number of Pages: 4
... the needle in my arm. As I was shaking, he told me "Make
this last for a while girl." I felt the dope hit me and ran out of the
restroom. I was shaking and could not get my breath. I enjoyed this
feeling although I knew it was not going to last. I could hear every sound
outside and inside the house. My heart beat grew faster and I felt the
rush going away. I wanted another fix. Doug had just got finished doing
himself.
I grew scared and felt like Doug was going to do most of the
cocaine. I did not want to feel the down side of this high just yet
although I knew it was coming very soon. Fi ...
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Personal Writing: Disaster Hits Village !
Number of Words: 308 / Number of Pages: 2
... over, but no. All of a sudden the ground started
shaking, more and more. I heard someone scream "It's an earthquake". I ran
towards the house, but I never got inside. All of a sudden something fell in my
head, and I passed out. The next thing I now I'm laying in my bed. I get up and
looks out the window. Everything so far I can see is destroyed, except from our
house. It was built on solid ground. The earthquake had filled the village with
water. It took years to restore the village. ...
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The Ideal Dinner (Billy Corgan, Jimi Hendrix, And G. Washington)
Number of Words: 513 / Number of Pages: 2
... greatest
guitarists of all time, despite his drug habits. Hendrix was ahead of his
time with the music he played. He introduced a whole new style of rock
guitar. His lyrics were simple and were almost always about love, but his
guitar talent and unique playing style always made up for it. I would love
to have a jam session with him and maybe have him teach me some things I do
not know about playing guitar. It would be a great honor to learn from a
teacher as great as him. A lot of people would kill for a chance to do
just that. His uncanny ability to play my favorite instrument, the guitar,
wo ...
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Creative Story: In Short
Number of Words: 681 / Number of Pages: 3
... a triple bypass and killed a patient. That's when the
drinking started and the drinking lead to the death of another patient. Now I
drink even more and remember even less which means its working.
About a month ago I left England, which is where I worked, and moved
here to a small fishing island off the coast of France. There is no doctor on
the island so they welcomed me, sort of. I scare them I suppose. They're afraid
they might catch me when I'm to drunk to work properly.
But now things are different. About three weeks ago I had a big wake-up
call. I was sitting in my normal Sunday drunken stupor ...
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Conformity
Number of Words: 350 / Number of Pages: 2
... in me,
is the various authors, poets, songwriters, and other dignitarys who I
valued as authority. Any sort of publication that celebrates the
individual captures my attention and can range from the books and essays of
Henry David Thoreau to the rebelious content in the music of Rage Against
the Machine. Since I read Walden, Thoreau has branded his interpretation of
a famous saying into my brain: "If a man does not keep pace with his
companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him
step to the music he hears, however measured or far away."
A poster on the wall o ...
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