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Creative Writing - World War I: Letter Home
Number of Words: 1843 / Number of Pages: 7
... to help and serve their
country, and earn some glory, both for themselves, and for Britain.
The Boche needs to be taught a lesson; they cannot expect to just march
around the globe, invading countries for no reason, other than selfishness. If
we do not step in and act decisively soon, who knows where they will stop?
How can the army act decisively if many of the men who should be
soldiers decide to stay at home because they are scared?
Those who claim that their religion stops them from fighting are in the
wrong as well; I am a religious man, and God has said to me (and I believe him)
that He agrees ...
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Personal Writing: The Pond
Number of Words: 454 / Number of Pages: 2
... evaporated swamp water and
healthy dirt.
Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose
the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans
rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of
grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the
paddles, and floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked us
downstream, periodically bouncing us off of sandbags and sharp branches
leaning over the water- Now that was true adventure! Minutes later, my
brother and I, after passing under many pipes and tunnels ...
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Creative Writing: John Griffith Biography
Number of Words: 730 / Number of Pages: 3
... enough to figure I could be on the other side of the law and rob and steal
vessels so I became an oyster pirate.
I had a real passion for the sea and so in 1893 I took a job as a common
sailor aboard a sealing vessel that ventured as far as Japan. This lasted about
a year. When I returned back to the bay area I drifted from job to job.
I told you I liked to wander. I left the bay and headed for New York City.
I went on the road and lived as a tramp. Without any place to stay I was soon
jailed for vagrancy. I spent one month in jail and there I realized I needed to
make something of myse ...
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Person Essay On Charles
Number of Words: 609 / Number of Pages: 3
... itching him. Well, with a
little alcohol in me I believed him. I laid there for 2 ½ hours before I
realized he had fallen asleep and went to sleep myself. On Monday on school I
saw Charles and asked him how his itching disease was. He just looked at me
grinned and chuckled. That's when I realized he had pulled a fast one on me.
It didn't take me long to realize that Charles had some crazy antics up
his sleeve. At another party Charles, Lisa , Dan and I sat in a room talking.
Lisa and Dan were drinking and were drunk. Charles and I were not. Dan started
flipping out by yelling and screaming ...
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Personal Writing: The Lake
Number of Words: 454 / Number of Pages: 2
... evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt.
Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the
kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans rolled up,
and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of grass and mud
into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the paddles, and
floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked us downstream,
periodically bouncing us off of sandbags and sharp branches leaning over the
water- Now that was true adventure! Minutes later, my brother and I, after
passing under many pipes and tunnels ...
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Interview With A UFO
Number of Words: 434 / Number of Pages: 2
... I did on all of their friends. I said " I know about all of
your tests you run on them poor animals like Bessie cause I've been
watchin' the X-Files on my big 10 inch black and white TV." Then they
started gibbering back and forth again and I'll be dang if they didn't zap
my old John Deere up on that ship too. That's when I got really mad. I
think they understood English too cause when I told em what I thought of
that spaceship, they started shootin' that laser gun at me. I said
"Yowweee!!!" Then I took off runnin' up the hill.
I guess they must've realized how big my shotgun was cause they got ...
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A Picture Painted By Nature
Number of Words: 525 / Number of Pages: 2
... the image of my backyard with your eyes, it is clear that grass is the most abundant commodity here. there must be at least a billion blades of healthy green sheathes penetrating up from fertile chocolate brown soil. the only discoloration that is visible on each blade occurs on their tops. these tops were once as green as the rest of their bodies, but are now brown and jagged from the centrifugal motion of the twin blades powered by a hungry lawnmower. stepping back, the brown tipped sheathes gives the lawn physical properties that allow it to resemble a large doormat. it looks like the ...
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Autobiography Of Debrina L. Frazier
Number of Words: 852 / Number of Pages: 4
... junior high I wasn’t liked much either because I continued to be active in school and community activities. Only when I began conforming was I accepted. This period of conformity lasted from ninth through eleventh grades. I wasn’t happy inside, but on the outside I was accepted by others. But now in my senior year I have given up conforming. I am myself and I have found my identity. I might not be cool but I have learned one has to love oneself before loving others.
Section III: Values
I have always been taught to be loyal to those who are good to me. When a friend is good to me an ...
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The Old Man: An Allegory
Number of Words: 425 / Number of Pages: 2
... occurred, he could not afford sadness for a while. After the mom’s death, her husband, the old man, moved to his son’s house, because his whole body was very weakened because of excessive amount of work when his son was attending college. Anyway, the old man was frankly not happy since he thought that his son would feel uncomfortable, especially in the beginning of his marriage. Believe it or not, his son, who always cared about his dad and loved him so much, changed in his attitude toward his dad. He often got irritated to his dad, and moreover, he even left his dad in the house for a long time when ...
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Personal Writing: My Best Friend Radar
Number of Words: 343 / Number of Pages: 2
... spend together. We walk around in
the green field, strewed with small,spring,colorful flowers. The air is
filled with smell of the fresh grass. I share with him all the news I had
gotten up to that time. And then, finally, splitting the air impregnated
with spring, we rush along across the field into the distance, into the
perspective, into nowhere. I feel the power of my reliable friend, while
holding onto his black mane. The speed, moving the bodies in time,
breathing - all of these merge into one, indivisible, something uncathable,
like a sweet dream.
That is the most powerful feeling I have ...
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