Creative Writing: John Griffith Biography
.... 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 myself. I returned to California and to school. My reading
continued. Rudyard Kipling and Robert Louis Stevenson became .....
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Creative Writing: My Summer Off
.... book, singing a chorus of no's until I
arrived on the Debate and Public Speaking page. There resided a large
photograph of a boy confidently standing behind an ornate podium, clearly frozen
in the middle of some captivating and influential argument. I read the passage
describing the course and was immediately sold. How could a stuffy math class
or a trivial course in art compare to “a course that teaches students the skills
and techniques of competitive debate, culminating in a week long tournament?”
So I filled out the forms and mailed them and before I knew It I was sitting in
a lecture hall, learning the skills and techni .....
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Creative Writing - The Case: An Original Mystery
.... three minutes to start and another
five to warm up, and that was in the summer.
Ten minutes later he showed up at my desk. I could still smell her
perfume on him. He looked terrible, like usual, man he was such a good guy, but
he didn't have a lucky bone in his body.
“So what's up now Steve? . . . another vending machine robbery . . .
more scuff marks?” Pat looked like a detective, you know what I mean, the way
the detectives looked in those old movies. He had a bad suit on, with a tie
loosened and hanging down and his shirt opened up, and he usually was sleeping
at his desk with the light dimmed and his feet up. The h .....
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Creative Writing: The First Day
.... and cheery, like the sun.
I trudged over to the main building trying not to look at anyone, the
pavement looked really white. When I got to the main building I walked up to a
Miss Kerby, sitting behind a desk and asked her if she could tell me where this
building was. Instead I felt like I had just been arrested for murder. I was
bombarded with about 5 questions all at once. I answered them all, and with a
negative tone she told me ‘I cant help you, you need your mom to go sign these'.
I felt shocked and a huge amount of anger mounting up inside me. I walked
straight out of the building. I didn't need to get crap from some lady w .....
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Life: The Personal Experience
.... police and fire fighters. After the rescue, we find out
most of people in that van died, but some in serious condition.
After that accident, I learned that life is meaningless, and learned that
we should help others while we can. My goal was to let God into my life. It
was one of the most relaxing and peaceful things I have ever done. Because we
all inspired by God, he helps us when we really needed him. He brings us out of
the nightmare that no one will ever forget. We gather all our church friend in
a small meeting every Friday, every time we meet, we would have small group
meetings and share anything that came to mind. .....
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The Rule
.... until one proves otherwise.
The rule may forbid boyfriends, girlfriends, or just friends to stay in
a room, but why family members? Have a heart. Your family member drives all
the way to your school to see you and they must sleep some where else, why?
Didn't your brother or sister come to visit you in college? Didn't you want him
or her to stay with you? If they were a younger sibling wouldn't it make you
feel safer if they were by your side all night?
Listen, I am not attacking your decision pertaining to this issue. I am
simply asking reasonable questions and stating reasonable ideas on why I feel
this rule should be cha .....
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The Written Word Lives On
.... taking me through his spellbinding Juxtaposition opened
my mind and revealed his dreams. I have held my grip on the exhilaration that
brought me. I never feel as complete as when I visit another book. The
ceaseless joy bonding my mind with another realm leads straight into addiction.
Finishing a good story is akin withdrawal or the loss of a loved one. Someday a
clinic may open in the name of helping readers come back without regret. The
regret of the book ending unveils the truth in the saying "parting is such sweet
sorrow."
I harbor no doubt of the knowledge and abilities books shamelessly
impart upon me. I wallow in .....
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Personal Essay: Prejudice
.... that appeared to be over
21 and the other was a caucasian male that appeared over 21, although I couldn't
be sure. Although I didn't want to make any judgements about them, they looked
as if they were poorly dressed and over 21. So I deduced that they were in a
gang or they were drug dealers, high school dropouts, etc.;.
II.ACTION
At first it appeared as if both groups would just pass by each other
unnoticed but the caucasian male in the other group made a racist remark about
my African-American friend. He said "Look at those dumb dudes walking with that
fucking spade". My African-American Dave turned around suddenly an .....
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Going To The Beach
.... named Blue Lakes.
It was really a place of wildlife. In the summer, the forest was
beautiful. It burst into leaves and needles, and abounded with mushrooms and
berries. The unbelievable silence was sometimes interrupted only by birds and
insects. The amazing lakes, which were situated all over the wood, seemed to
complete the picture. In addition, Mother nature had given every lake some
unique feature. Red Lake, for example, seemed to have red water, because of the
iodine in it. Cold Lake had a very low temperature, even on the hottest days, so
that when I touched it with my foot I shivered from its chilliness. But the
most impre .....
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Personal Essay: The Yemin Order Project
.... I can realise where the ultimate
authority lays. I believe that the position of Student Officer is not so much
one of authority but of responsibility.
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Creative Story: The Lake
.... 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, floated into a huge "cul de sac" of water,
with an island in the center. In our amazement, we paddled there as vigorously .....
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Creative Writing: Conquest
.... creaked open
slowly and an exhausted fat man entered. As soon as the door had been closed the
fat man's throat had been gashed and he lay in a pool of his own warm blood.
The United States had volunteered to be a "cut-off" regiment. We would
put pressure on Russia to remove their troops from Eastern Europe and detain
their troops in Russia. If they failed to comply with this mandate we would have
no choice but to supply aid to Eastern Europe.
My regiment was originally from the Southern California area; we were to
be transported to San Francisco where we would rendezvous with a rather large
concentration of military. From San Fr .....
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