Creative Story: Everything Ends
.... After shrugging off practicing how to use the
knife, Jennifer concluded that when the time came, she would know how to use it.
Being thoroughly exhausted did not ameliorate her survival instinct. She began
to become indifferent to her anxieties and needs. Finally, the silent sinister
hand of sleep had stricken her.
She dreamed about the past; how she got here. She relived all the major
milestones that happened in her life. She dreamt that when she was in high
school, her mother got into a car accident and died, in October. She dreamt her
father exploding and being constantly angry, in October. She dreamt of after no .....
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Creative Story: Fast Eddie
.... who were developing project "UnderNet".
The national/global computer network that was going to make our lives simpler by
linking the regional infrastructure management computers. It made sense to have
a system where electricity was diverted from one grid to another were it was
needed more. Same with all the other resources of man.. fuel, water, food, and
even surplus peoplepower in the form of the ten year old National Civilian Corp.
If only the military hadn't been involved. They think everything has to be a
part of the defense plans for our country. When the system went on-line, their
supercomputers were blamed for the co .....
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Creative Writing: Funeral
.... funeral.
He noted that the enigmatic women in black disappeared after the burial.
When Mr. Kipps inquired of Mr. Jerome as to her identity, the latter was deeply
shocked.
"I did not see a young woman," said Jerome.
She reappeared moments after Jerome had told Kipps that he had seen no-one, but
again was visible only to Mr. Kipps. Mr. Jerome appeared to be in a state of
some agitation, doubtless perturbed to think that the Drablow Ghost might be
once more manifesting itself.
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Creative Story: Grandpa
.... and grandma
were both sobbing. They were crying in way that didn't show. My dad and I felt
very sad even though we didn't know my grandpa very well. Before we had gone to
Las Vegas we sat down with my aunt and my mom said " if anything happened to my
grandpa to call us at the hotel room." When we heard that they had called we
were all sweating as if it was raining right above us. When we called back it
seemed like an eternity. My mom called, you could hear every button that she
punched in. We also could hear the ringing from the call. Finally, my aunt
picked up and started talking to my mom about how they called from Lima, Peru
say .....
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Creative Story: Mischels Greenhouse
.... and the
racks wouldn't fit side by side. It's a endless cycle, day after day, until
all the mums are gone. When the mums are all gone, it's a glorious feel of
relief. All the benches had to be cleaned to get ready for poinsettias. Tanya
went back to Belarus to live with her real family so I asked my friends if any
of them wanted to help and only one said yes. I told my boss and a week later
my friend was working with me It was my job to "show him the ropes" with the
poinsettias. After he got the hang of things it was smooth sailing, to load
poinsetias. We did everything the same as the mums except we put eight plants in
a .....
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Personal Writing: History Of Pete Dalberg Family
.... and she had come to Idaho she then married Rierson. Anna Dalberg, Emma
Swanson then two sisters who were married to Andersons. One was married the
wife of John August Anderson, and one was married to John N. Anderson. John N.
Anderson was the father of Sam, victor and Florence. One of their names was
Breda. Which of the Anderson's I don't know but one was actually named Breda.
Now with the exception of Mrs. Johnson or Reierson my Grandfather helped
to bring all of them to America. He also brought his own parents to America and
helped them get land according to my mother. He actually traded some land that
he had in another .....
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Creative Story: If At First You Don't Succeed
.... MR. JP MONTY
EXECUTIVE PRESIDENT
Doubts about his ability to make a good impression entered his mind,
but Sam immediatly gathered himself together, glanced back at the sheep
secretary, and entered the room. THe stately pig sat behind a magnificently
carved oak desk in the most luxurious office Sam had ever seen.
A plush oriental rug covered the floor from wall to wall, and paintings,
pictures, and diplomas adorned the brightly colored walls. Extremely expensive
ornaments were conspicuously displayed, spreading a DO-Not-Touch atmosphere
around the room. But .....
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Creative Writing: In An Oldster's Mind
.... an enormous file. A picture is
appearing - a guy is walking towards me and gives me his saber. The saber is
sharp and shiny, it reflects an intensive light to my eyes. My eyes shutter
reluctantly. I see my school, my night school. I am glad that this recall is not
being erased. I remember that Angus sat beside me.
"Do your best. You are new to this subject. Everything here is brand new to
you. Don't worry. Just try your best." Angus held up his head by his hand and
murmured. His eyes were staring on the page of a novel, but I knew he was
talking to me. In my class Angus was the only one who retook the course.
Everyday I .....
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Creative Story: In Short
.... death of another patient. Now I
drink even more and remember even less which means its working.
About a month ago I left England, which is where I worked, and moved
here to a small fishing island off the coast of France. There is no doctor on
the island so they welcomed me, sort of. I scare them I suppose. They're afraid
they might catch me when I'm to drunk to work properly.
But now things are different. About three weeks ago I had a big wake-up
call. I was sitting in my normal Sunday drunken stupor when a man was brought in
to my office. This man had been seriously injured by gun shot wounds.
Apparently he had be found in .....
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Creative Story: Intellegence
.... and had proceeded to New York
by Amtrak with only a dollar and a dream. Things did not go as planned, though;
he could not find a job and had taken to panhandling and sleeping in the streets.
His dreams, no doubt influenced by the fumes coming up from the sewer, were of
money. A good man who only wanted to work and make a decent living, he had gone
to the welfare office a few blocks north of Goldstein's shop. He was sent to
the employment office downtown, and decided to take the subway. No doubt, the
welfare officials and social workers sent him away with a sad shrug and a sigh.
They knew he was a simple man.
The two me .....
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Creative Story: Joel's Dream
.... Sharon would be
able to move to Milan and have everything and have everything she desired. So
obviously she was very determined to see this deal go through.
After arriving at the hotel Joel settles in and unpacks before going to
the Milan training camp to meet the players and his (hopefully) new manager,
Roberto Ravelli.
" Hello! I'm Erigo I will be your guide while you are in Italy. I'm sorry if
my English is no good but I am still getting lessons. Anyway welcome to Italy!!
Anywhere you want to go I will take you."
" Oh thanks but I just want to meet the players then go back to the hotel and
get some rest."
" I unde .....
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Creative Story: Kid In Closet
.... As his little
twelve year old legs climbed the steps, he had to pass the bums that lay cold on
the steps with their bottles of liquor. Once to the top of the staircase he
passed a late dealer, and headed toward his home.
As Wolfgang reached to the door it swung open nearly swiping off his arm.
"What the hell do you think your doing out this late?" It was his father, again
in a drunken state. "Get your ass in here!" he grabbed Wolfgang by the ear and
pulled in him.
"You know what use to happen to me when I was a kid?" he asked.
"Not the closet, please no." Wolfgang pleaded with him. He didn't want to
hear it one more t .....
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