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Creative Writing: Mayor Of Casterbridge
Number of Words: 535 / Number of Pages: 2
... At the next several doors, Henchard was very stubborn. When he would at
first be refused, he would insist upon a chance to prove his worthiness by
performing some task for the shopkeeper. Most simply refused, but at some
places it got him in the door to speak as best he could on his own behalf. It
was near the end of the street that one shopkeeper agreed to take on Henchard's
services, but only after he had insisted on delivering a package for the man to
a customer across town. When he returned, the shopkeeper offered to pay him for
his general labor, but at a rate that was far below anything ...
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Creative Writing: Manifest Function
Number of Words: 447 / Number of Pages: 2
... occurred, somewhere ville, their neighbor to
the east, who's economy was propelled by their firearms and ammunition industry
suddenly had no customers, and promptly went bankrupt. A wave of unemployment
and bitterness swept through the town, and the people became angry at what the
foolish mayor of New Brunswick had done to their city!
Back in New Brunswick things weren't so good either, people who once made
their living by hunting, were now living in squalor. They were forced to turn to
a life of crime and mug people on the street to get money so they could eat !
With the recent crime ...
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Personal Writing: Getting Ready For The Day
Number of Words: 369 / Number of Pages: 2
... small ones,
all made by Goody. The big clip holds the majority of my hair, while the
two smaller ones hold down my fly away wings. I do not use hair spray.
Once I have finished my hair, I can do my makeup.
My makeup is the last step in getting ready. I use and apply it in
this order; Lancome black eye liner, Estee Lauder's Blush All Day, Natural
Cheek color03 Rosemarble, Lancome black Magnificils mascara, Estee
Lauders' Minute Makeup 12 Buff, and finally Lancome Rouge Sensation
Metallique lip stick.
Well, that is the way I get ready in the morning. If you follow all
of my steps, they might help ...
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The Farm Life
Number of Words: 529 / Number of Pages: 2
... running in them and the barn has a lot of things in it. My grandfather has collected a lot of stuff over the years. He also has a very old snowmobile in there and I can remember riding it when I was little. No one hardly goes in there now.
My grandfather was strict minded about disciplining his kids, as was his father with him. Now I would say my grandfather has softened up in his old age, but he still does everything that he thinks should be done, like things around the house. He is very smart and knows a lot about the woods and trees. He used to own around two hundred acres of land in Harm ...
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Personal Writing: Evil
Number of Words: 678 / Number of Pages: 3
... out of bed and “clean all that *&^%$ up off the front lawn.” I immediately knew who had done it. I assumed that it was toilet paper for the third week in a row, but I was shocked to see this. He must have stole every newspaper in Dearborn, Dearborn Heights, and Livonia and threw it on my lawn. Every inch of grass on my lawn was covered. It had been hours since it was done and much of it had blown down the street and all over the neighbors’ lawns. I cleaned it all up.
He hates old people, Hispanics, and blacks. If we drive by old people, he will roll down the window and yell hurtful things at the ...
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Creative Writing: Downfall
Number of Words: 1171 / Number of Pages: 5
... my blood for before
I understood what was happening I found myself staring at the rickety old
sign at the border of our town which read Melas. As I came nearer to the
chapel I expected the tormenting sensation in my head to diminish. Alas,
it did not. The truth is that the throbbing increased to what I can only
describe as a cranial vibration. This timbre was not painful, however, nor
uncomfortable, but pleasant.
Up ahead loomed the ancient chapel. It had been abandoned for
nearly a century and some invisible force kept the decrepit mortar and pale
stones in their places. But before I was close ...
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Personal Essay: The Drainpipe
Number of Words: 442 / Number of Pages: 2
... drain-pipe. That is until a
teacher found us and told us that because we didn't have any adult supervision,
we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to stay there. I had
always thought that adult supervision was outdated by the time we were this old.
We had come to this place to get away from adults and all the other P.C. people
in this world, and now we had to join them again. At lunch time, I wander now,
using the tape player in any open classroom and get into screaming matches with
people, it's all just little kid fun anyway. Lunchtime isn't the same anymore. I
wish the teacher h ...
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Creative Writing: "The Sin Of Cinderella"
Number of Words: 788 / Number of Pages: 3
... and despite the advancing years, Cinderella, is still as codependent as ever. In fact, the sin of Cinderella is her ongoing, untreated codependency.
Where has Cinderella been this past decade? Why has she been in denial while the rest of America worked on its’ inner child, adult child and dysfunctional family issues? It’s clear she’s missed John Bradshaw’s series, "The Family." Obviously, she hasn’t boned up on codependency, let alone, women who love too much. If Cinderella had stayed current, she wouldn’t be covered with ashes, still trying to please an impossible parent. In fact, she ...
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Personal Writing: Going To School In The United States
Number of Words: 511 / Number of Pages: 2
... of graduating from high
school and pursuing on to a prestige college came all suddenly crushing
down upon my life.
With this pressure at home in the United States, the most
significant event that I had to deal with was my parents unhappily marriage.
Receiving the news about my parents divorce brought severe depression and
confusion towards my thought on life and why they sent us here to the
United States.
During this moment, I felt the reason that they sent us to America
was only a excuse for them not wanting us. I couldn't cope with this kind
of pressure and problem all at one time. My ...
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Volunteering For A School Of Handicapped Children
Number of Words: 1819 / Number of Pages: 7
... acted the way she did. For me, the more I understood, the more patience and compassion I had for her and people like her. During my Junior and Senior years of school I took a class (with much prodding from Lori) which involved going into the special education classroom and helping these kids. Not only did I help teach book lessons but also how to react and interact with other people. To tell the truth these kids taught me more about myself and the people around me more than anyone else ever could. Now that I have given a brief history of why I chose The Spectrum Center I will now tell what the Sp ...
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