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The Power Of Obierika
Number of Words: 734 / Number of Pages: 3
... die or to be converted into a life of death. The Christians will die, the Christians will die!"
Obierika screamed the manta over and over, aware of his inhuman and mangled voice. Not as mangled as the Christians made Nwoye to become one of them, he was the fine and sensible son of Okonkwo. What evil magic did the Christians wield that they could force Nwoye to forsake the gods and turn his loyalty towards their leader, Christ?
Still consumed by his anger Obierika rushed through the village waving his rifle and machete wildly in the air and bellowing battle cries at the timid villagers. ...
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Personal Writing: All About Nothing: The Story Of My Life
Number of Words: 1205 / Number of Pages: 5
... having broken
two legs, an arm, in addition to various other body parts too numerous to
mention, I managed to drag myself out of the wrecked car (A job for the Jaws of
Life, for sure, had it been any other person but me in that car), and then how I
managed to haul all of the other survivors, among them the president himself,
out of their cars, and to safety, only moments before a small fire that was
caused by the crash reached the gas tank of one of the cars causing a breath-
taking chain reaction of explosions and fires seen and heard for miles around I
could...but I will not. In fact, I woul ...
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Personal Writing: My Autobiography
Number of Words: 490 / Number of Pages: 2
... Carolina. We lived in a duplex for six months, just
long enough for the three of us to find a house. Then we moved only five
miles away to a place I could finally call “home.” In August of 1988, I
started kindergarten, at Swansboro Primary School. In October of that
same year Mom gave birth to my sister Kira. In 1990, to my sister Kristy
was born. The next year went on to Swansboro Elementary School, where I
was involved in many plays and activities and kept my grades up with
honors. I was also enrolled in Spanish classes throughout elementary
school. Also in 1991, I was baptized and saved on ...
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Personal Writing: An-Yang
Number of Words: 651 / Number of Pages: 3
... eating, we draped ourselves
around her living room. I was sitting on a dilapidated couch, whose colors
were made indiscernible by time, and was looking around her room. My gaze
swept from the thin, worn carpet, bare in some places, to the scarred
wooden dresser, to a dirty doll with an eye missing. (My grandmother could
never bear to throw anything away). She came and sat down next to me,
taking my hand in hers. The tight braid at the nape of her neck was coming
undone. Wisps of thick black hair framed her square face. I looked down at
the contrast between our hands- my hand was unblemished, pa ...
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Personal Writing: My Room
Number of Words: 375 / Number of Pages: 2
... captures the memories from birth till now. Even though I have not
lived in this room all my life, I keep the memories in my heart and they
show up in my room.
From a baby till now, my mind has held a lot on in. It has held
death and life, good and bad. It has gone through bliss and depression.
My floor too is holding a lot on it. There are piles of clothes all around,
and stuffed animals coming out of everywhere. Some say, how could I live
with a room like this? I simply reply, the same way I live my life, with
happiness and a focused mind.
Despite the different objects in my roo ...
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Autobiography Of Marina Pitkowski
Number of Words: 804 / Number of Pages: 3
... luggage or chocolate. When I was young, we suffered a little, but both my parents' degree of love never changed, and although we didn't have much money, they still got me small gifts every once in a while. Truthfully, I didn't even know that we had been poor until I was much older. But my father got lucky when I was about eight years old, and he got a wonderful job, that set us on the right track.
Yet, I was always a gifted singer. I was only about five when my mother saw my extraordinary talent. From about that time on I was always taking singing lessons to strengthen my voice. It helped in some ...
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Creative Writing: The County Courthouse
Number of Words: 466 / Number of Pages: 2
... he is six months behind in his support.
After five more minutes of intense arguing, the young lady, now engulfed in
tears, leaves. The clerk shrugs and turns around.
The building seems colder upstairs. There almost seems to be a dampness in the
air. Down a corridor there are empty offices and paintings of important looking
people. I recognize two of them as Washington and Jefferson. In between them is
a copy of the constitution. As I read it I chuckle, and wonder if this
government is really what they had in mind.
Farther down the hall I hear voices. The general court is in session. Inside the
c ...
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An Significant Experience
Number of Words: 438 / Number of Pages: 2
... used our long countertops to chop and fry vegetables. Where was that huge tray where all the dishes were placed to serve me? As I stepped out of the kitchen, the same feeling crept in. I always remembered living in a mansion. Had it shrunk? When I asked my mom, she gave me a perplexed look as though I had just left a mental hospital. I heard several quarrels within our home, ones I had never before noticed. I viewed sides of our family that I had never seen before. Adults whom I had once regarded as the "bestest" people in the world were now simply minds with thoughts completely different from me. T ...
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Celebration Of My 21st Birthday
Number of Words: 1098 / Number of Pages: 4
... It was not necessary for my friends' boyfriends to show up to this party, but, it seemed that they were mere accompaniment to my friends.
On this night, we all changed out of our class gear of old, comfortable t-shirts and dirty, blue jeans, and wore the best of our casual clothing. For me that meant my tight black pants, light purple, cashmere sweater, and black loafers. This was clearly an occasion that was special and fun, but, not extremely special.
Not everyone arrived on time for the dinner, so after waiting around ten minutes for the two late boyfriends, we started to order without them. ...
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My Trip To The Philippines
Number of Words: 474 / Number of Pages: 2
... said, "In the Philippines, eating with hands are their culture, you
will never see this in Taiwan." In Taiwan, everybody use chopsticks to eat.
Nobody will use spoon and folk to eat, because that's a kind of hard. Just like
my first time used the spoon and folk. I doesn't know either to use my left hand
to hold spoon or use my right hand.
People have longer weekend than Taiwan. Both Sunday and Saturday are their
weekend. In Taiwan, we can only have Sunday and half Saturday. For adults, they
even only have Sunday to rest. That's unfair to adults. They should have longer
weekend then kids, because ...
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