The Big Day
.... "You better. Don't you dare
flake on me now."
She lay down beside me and kissed me gently wrapping her arms
around me. I slid my hands inside her T-shirt running them up and down her
back and I said:
"We really don't have time for this."
"Absolutely not. How about the shower?"
And the shower it was, taking far too much of the time we did not
have.
I stood shaving when she asked from the bedroom: "Denny's or Jack
in the box?"
"Which one is the most romantic?"
"Breakfast in bed!"
"OK, you got me. How about Big Bob's in Burbank?"
"You call Big Bob's romantic?"
"We're not making love there, we're eating."
"It's a drive, I'm .....
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Creative Writing: The Chase
.... prison cell, where
he almost certainly would end up if apprehended. At this very quick speed he
increased his lead and put himself out of danger. After half an hour, he exited
in a conspicuous place where his hide-out was located. "They'll never catch me
in here," he thought.
Getting out of the car, he cautiously made sure no one was looking as he
took his package into his hide-out. Opening it he realized he'd been bugged.
They had placed a small tracking device inside one of the rings he'd stolen.
"How could they possibly have uncovered my meticulously, elaborate plan. No one
even had a clue about the details . . . ex .....
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Creative Writing: The Chicken
.... laying mash which was supposed to
help her lay eggs and keep her healthy.
One morning Sarah went to her mothers chicken coup to feed and water the
chickens and she saw some hens sitting on their nests and they wouldn't get up
to eat or drink. She went into the house and told her mother that some of her
hens were sick because they wouldn't get off the nests. Her mother just smiled
and went with Sarah to tend to the sick hens.
When they got to the chicken coup, Sarah's mother told her that the hens
weren't sick. She told Sarah that the hens were laying eggs now and that they
wouldn't leave the nests very much until t .....
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Creative Writing: The Competitors
.... opaline
eyes, nightmarish black hair, and a ruddy complexion. Feared by all for his
ruthless behavior, Matt had joined the DFS league after being courtmarshaled by
the army for striking the commanding officer of his platoon. Why he was even
near the coach was a mystery to him because most of the coaches words fell on
unhearing ears. Matt guessed he was just nervous. Who wouldn't be. Looking up,
Matt saw that the coach had left and it was time to enter the field. Strapping
on his helmet and the rest of his gear, he took a deep breath, focused his
thoughts, and ran out onto the field joining the rest of the players. The r .....
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Creative Writing: The Crash
.... echoed
through the empty house as the grandmother sat there in tears.
"How could this have happened?" Thought Jesse to himself, "he was just in
Green Bay and now he's dead. Who did this? They will get theirs."
The only thing that kept Jesse going was his hatred. He had to devise a
plan to get back at the person who did this. The only thing he could think of
was to repay blood for blood.
Jesse didn't know the exact details of the accident, but when he found out
he erupted into a fit of rage. "So the driver of the semi fell asleep behind
the wheel, huh? I tell you what, he better not fall asleep tonight. There is
o .....
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Creative Story: The Dark House
.... open, and I went inside. «Wow! What a huge mansion we've
got here!» John took a peek into the house, but didn't dare go inside.
There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left
and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn't
locked, so I carefully turned the knob, and the door opened. Suddenly I felt
someone touch my shoulder. I turned around immediately to see, but there was
nobody there. «Probably just my imagination», I said to myself, and went on into
the room.
It was a lounge, with some impressive furniture, antiques and other objects.
It was a lot to look at, and .....
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Clan-X
.... we had all agreed that we should do something totally outrageous to
his cat because he had been bragging about it all week. On Saturday, we
all met up at the local park and brought along little tools which we
thought might come in handy for this sinister exercise. Grant and Rene
brought some rope and a switch-blade. Trent and Mark brought a bottle of
methylated spirits and some matches. Tim and Daimien brought a voice
scrambler and a mobile phone and I brought some explosives, which I got
from the local markets. We thought about what we were going to actually do.
Finally, I stood up and said, "Okay, First, I will jump .....
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Creative Writing: The Drive
.... laugh. Jim and I were
great friends for a long while. Almost a whole year, until I began to actually
feel something stronger. I had never been in love before and it had been an
overwhelming feeling. At a party, I had too much to drink and on the way home
blurted out how I had felt. He smiled and drove me home. The next day he came
by my house and sat me down and told me he had felt the same way. It began.
Two wonderful years, of now loving my best friend. It wasn't always wonderful,
we had our bad moments, but I was the happiest I could ever remember. Jim was
still in the Army, it was time for him to decide whether to r .....
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Creative Story: State Highway
.... to help him. But yet he
realized something had changed. They were there but would some be gone and that
he must draw strength, self-confidence, and a sense of security from within
himself and not rely on the people around him to fulfill these feelings because
they could not provide this for him. He must venture into the unknown, alone and
could only receive a limited type of security and support from home. Regardless
of which way the journey took him he could always count on them being there in
case he fell or got lost during his month away.
As the red minivan crossed the state line passing from Arkansas into the
mighty sate .....
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Conformity
.... as authority. Any sort of publication that celebrates the
individual captures my attention and can range from the books and essays of
Henry David Thoreau to the rebelious content in the music of Rage Against
the Machine. Since I read Walden, Thoreau has branded his interpretation of
a famous saying into my brain: "If a man does not keep pace with his
companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him
step to the music he hears, however measured or far away."
A poster on the wall of my bedroom illistrates a beatnik walking in
the opposite direction of a crowd of suited businessmen contains a quote:
"T .....
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Creative Writing: The Highwayman
.... struck. Clutching their baggage close, they prayed
that the night would pass quickly.
The Highwayman, alerted to the approaching stage, was hidden by the road, and
concealed by the fog, he was not yet able to discern the light from the quickly
approaching lantern. Clutching his pistol, his only weapon, he planned to take
all the that he desired from the stage. His family was at home, sitting by the
fire. His late night occupation provided their home, food and clothing. During
the day he works in a stable for the nearby English noble. Feeding and grooming
their horses, only he knows the stable well enough to "barrow " a ho .....
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Custer's Last Stand
.... when your ready. All I have to do is answer
them, you have the tough half in asking the questions.
Bill: Ok, here goes, Are Those Bugle Boy Jeans that you are wearing??!!??
Custer: Why yes, as a matter of fact they are. I bought them just for this
show. I didn't seem to understand that question.
Bill: I was just kidding, I was just trying to break the ice between us
because we will be bordering on some very touchy matters. Ok then lets get
straight to the point. What are were your personal feelings towards the
Indians?
Custer: I believed then and I believe now that they were uncivilized and
just couldn't keep up with us .....
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