A Day In The Life
.... kitchen to see if there is a quick breakfast that can be prepared between the time I put the kettle on until the time it boils. My mum will be up to her armpits with potato and carrot peelings and there will be various pans bubbling and hissing on the stove. A chicken, a leg of lamb, or roast beef will be roasting away in the oven. My mum will launch into an in depth, analytical conversation which my caffeine free brain finds hard to understand, so a quick turnaround on the breakfast making is essential, not just for my brain but for all the food that might be ruined if her conversation is returned.
I go into the living room a .....
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No Need For Drastic Change
.... 57. 2-3). This is a mere desire of what he would like to happen in his world. But in reality the world would turn into complete chaos if we let go of the laws. People would not understand right from wrong and would feel lost where they once felt secure. Some would rebel and break every law ever made. Honesty would be impossible because everyone has a different notion of what is moral and what is not. Communities would break up and different types of sub-cultures would form according to people’s preferences. People would fight and problems would arise because of differences in opinion. Honest would have different mean .....
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Personal Biography Of Sean McEndree
.... sincerely. They both joined soccer teams at the age of six or seven. And when it was time to begin school, they shared a special bond.
Sean went to first grade through fourth with his sister at Glenwood School. He still played soccer with his friends. But then they changed to Saint Joseph School before fifth grade. Sean's younger sister named Casey was attending First grade at this school. Here, Sean clicked with his classmates and soon became well known. He accepted everyone for who they were, and everyone accepted him for who he was. Still playing soccer, he joined the basketball team. Everyone thought of him as a pleasurab .....
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A Tragic Day
.... slow moving traffic. I decide to begin switching lanes, I successfully transferred from the left lane to the middle lane even though there was hardly any space between cars. I turned my turning signal on and slowly began to switch to the right lane. The car next to me didn’t give a chance to switch so I moved back to the middle lane. After twenty to thirty seconds I looked at my rear view mirror and noticed a police car coming in the right lane, I saw that after the police there was a gap in where I could switch lanes. When the police car passed me, I slowly began to move my car to the right lane. I felt really nervous at .....
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The Green Light Café
.... savored his forte- clever, witty social and spiritual observations. On this particular night, however, we rewrote the words to an old 80’s song that could not have been that good because none of us could remember the words, title, or artist who performed it. We knew the tune however, and the green light reaching down from overhead was enough to lead us through an improvisation that we happened to catch on tape. We listened to it over and over again. The smoke in the room became thicker.
No words capture the essence of the song better than the phrase Something Nifty. The song now bares this description as its name; Something .....
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Creative Writing: The End Of Grendel
.... blocking the stars glow. A sudden rush of fear went through my body. Just when I leapt to my feet to see what was outside the door to the mead-hall opened. My jaw fell to the ground when I saw a devilish monster standing with its mouth watering. I quickly and quietly opened the near by window and crept out. Lucky for me the giant’s eyes and mine never met. I watched as it prowled the hall looking for something to eat. It snatched one man and bit off his head, still no one woke from their drunken sleep. With the taste of flesh still on its tongue it searched more to satisfy its craving. Its eyes fell upon a chubby man, who by t .....
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Creative Writing: Life In Sumitville
.... through roofs made out of solar panels. The energy will also help produce hydrogen to provide energy when the sun is not out. In Sumitville there will no longer be any use of coal, oil, or gas.
Food will be very easy to produce. Farmers in the countryside will raise all food such as grains, vegetables, and livestock. These foods then will be ordered by the consumers and delivered to their homes. All synthetic products will be produced in factories by robots. Also the basic foods such as vegetables will be grown in community gardens were all families purchase a piece of land in a park and grow what they want to.
All waste will b .....
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War Of The Leather-Orb: A Beowulfian Parody
.... last match-quarter of the contest, son of Coachtheow stood before his battle-weary men, tired from the challenge at-hand. The roar of the bevy-clappers was loud now and overpowered Coachingwulf's dialogue-map. Coachingwulf and his bearers of blue bowed their brows and bellowed a battle cry. The Mighty Spirit guided these Titans, protectors of the blue onto their battle-green for victory. - But the orange-idolaters, worshippers of the earth gods, brought with them, the wickedness of the old ways. A monster lurked in the concession-hall awaiting...
Refthebeast Attacks
Green-walker, ball-setter, doer of evil approach .....
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Character Study: Local Residents
.... outside the house because the road is quite narrow and the traffic needs to be able to flow freely. It would be dangerous, not only getting in and out of the car, but also leaving the car on the road since drivers have been known to hit stationary vehicles.
The amount of air pollution means that I can’t open the windows because the house fills with fumes. On a dry day the house and windows are covered in dust, and if the windows are open the whole house becomes covered in dust. Wet days bring mud splattered doors and dirt speckled windows.
Home improvements are very difficult because of the traffic, it is problematical for .....
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Personal Writing: Memories
.... My coach pointed to me…I knew what I had to do. There was only about 2 minutes left so I knew if I made this, I would be the hero and my team would win. I was ready to take it now.. BRRRRR (the whistle) GGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLL!
I had scored and completed my hat-trick filled season. Our team did it, won our first tournament. Once I saw the trophies we had won my day was complete. I felt sooo great. It was a perfect day, and I would repeat it over and over again if I had the chance. The trophy that our team had won that day is still on my desk today.
One of the worst times in my life occurred when my grandfather died. .....
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A Remedy For My Sweet Tooth
.... are one of my favorites. Eating one of these potent pellets is a tortuous thing to do to myself, but I love the risk. My face cringes up and my eyes’ are squinted shut until I get every last tart coating off. Sour Patch Kids are also a trip. These little children like squishy candies I can chew ,but the bitter taste lasts the whole time I am chomping. Last but not least, Tear Jerkers are the worst to handle. I love to eat them but their name says it all. These little sinful spheres are absolutely brutal going down my throat. I don’t know why I put myself through the torture that I do when munching on these harsh ca .....
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Creative Writing: The Gift Of Wisdom
.... The other woman said, “No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours” (I Kings 3:22). After listening to the plea of the two women, King Solomon told his servants to bring him a sword, and the solution would be to cut the baby in half.
His plan was to trick the two women by offering to cut the baby in half, allowing one half to go to each mother. The real mother of the child said to the King “Please, my lord, give her the living baby! Don’t kill him!” (I Kings 3:26). The mother of the dead child said to the King “Neither I nor you shall have him cut him in two” (I Kings 3:26). After hearing the reply of both women, King .....
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