Creative Writing: Dogs And Cats
.... the
passage of time on the street while Scampi vented.
Soon, Roy the Basset and his owner walked by. Mustard nodded hello.
"Who's that?" Roy asked, looking in the tree.
"Dunno. New in town."
"Which house?"
"No house."
"Freeloader, hm? Give him one from me." Roy's owner shushed him. Poor
guy. Owner was one of those uppity types who had to have everything perfect.
Mustard rolled on his belly. They had better catch the thing quick, or
the whole neighbourhood would ridicule them. The brazen cat had been rooting
around in gardens for a while, a slap in the face even to the cats, of whom
there was admittedly a minority on the bl .....
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Creative Writing: Down And Out
.... Richard.
Chester fills an old fish box with water to wash the bottles. They
clean the bottles them take them out and dry them. Martha hands Richard a
corkscrew and finishes making supper. Richards grabs the first bottle and pops
out the cork. He pulls out what seems to be a letter written by hand .
Considering the conditions of the bottles the letters are still white, except
for the contrasting black ink. He sets this letter to the side and opens up
another bottle. He takes out another letter and sets it to the side. This
process continues until all the bottles are empty and put to the side.
"What do you make of th .....
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Underground To Canada : Mammy Sally's Version
.... interrupted
Nina " we gonna get whipped tell our days are done working." Well at least you
know" said " Mammy Sally and they left. "So said Mammy Sally" Where is this
secret passage you were talking about" you'll see" said Nina. When they got to
the secret passage Mammy Sally said, "We aint gonna get out with out getting
caught. Nina looked awkwardly at Mammy Sally and said "she is safer than the
underground railway" "how can you ? it "said Mammy Sally. The secret passage was
a hole through the ground and first went Mammy Sally after went Nina. When they
got out Nina said " Smell the fresh air of freedom." "yes soon we will be bac .....
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Personal Writing: Dreams
.... atmosphere is quiet and
peaceful. People respecting each one's own opinion. Every day people are on
time and punctual. Work is done on time with no excuses for late work.
The future is full of coworkers' being angry and disgruntled.
Miscommunications and misunderstandings are a part of life. No individual is
ever nice to everyone all of the time. People upset with other people is a
natural process of life. Everyone has a bad day. It is not possible to be
cheery and bubbly all of the time. Though nice this is not possible.
Driving five minutes to work every morning in my sports car is obviously a
dream. Dreaming .....
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Personal Writing: Living In Both Texas And New York City
.... citizens of New
York City would care less about the traffic safety and reading the traffic signs.
The smell of the city reminds me of the honey roasted peanut stands, a sweet
scent of aroma that would often fill up the neighborhood. When I close my eyes
and think deeply about NYC, there has been a chime in my head of the messengers
blowing their whistles to fight in the traffic while slicing left and right to
get to their destination. New York City taxi drivers are the "killers" of the
rush hour. Taxi drivers within the city are not afraid to use their horn. I
must give a great deal of respect to the New York City taxi dri .....
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Personal Writing: The Evaluation Of My Coaches
.... just did? That is what you should
not do." He would then gripe a little and after that we would continue our
practice. I feel that this method of coaching during practice made my teammates
and I closer as a team during the game, but we always dreaded practice. I
prefer the nice-guy coaching method during practice. This makes practice more
fun. The coach is serious about making our team better, but he realizes that
people are not perfect. During calisthenics he would talk to us about our day
at school and tell us dirty jokes, and just try to be our friend. While we were
practicing he pointed out our mistakes, but when we d .....
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Personal Writing: My First Time Experiencing Riding A Bicycle
.... The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that my dad told
everybody not to be there because we had to use it. I felt badly for other
people, but I was proud to have such an onnipotent person as my dad.
We found a smooth and a often space. My dad was holding the rear of the
seat to make sure I didn't fell. He assured me that I was not going to fall
because he would be running right behind, holding the bicycle. He reassured me
by saying that it was the word of a man and I could trust it.
I started to pedal and the bicycle moved. Once it started to move, I
felt pedaling was much easier than e .....
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What Family Is To Me
.... me and having me find out later in life that I wasn't their
biological son. This respect that my parents gave me, in turn gave me their
trust. And I gave them the respect and trust that was given to me.
Without sacrifice, a family cannot be. The sacrifices that family
members make for each other show the willingness to be an unselfish part of a
family. Sacrifices also display the love, respect and trust in a family. I
know that even though some of the time it may not seem that my parents would
sacrifice anything for me, I realize that they would do anything for and
everything for me and that I would do the same for them. At .....
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Personal Writing: Fickle Fisherman
.... and
he netted it up and took a look. The fish was about half the size of mine but
it was a carp not a catfish. I gave a little laugh and continued and he tried
to explain...."well you see boy, a carp is a hell of alot harder to hook than a
catfish. Carp don't just eat everything they see, they're very selective. So if
I were you I wouldn't laugh to hard just yet". I wasn't to sure if the
information was legit but i really doubted it so I just went on with my fishing.
It was getting close to weigh-on time so i had to get a better fish. Then the
out of all the things that could happen, the old guy gets a fish on his line,
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Presonal Writing: My First Impression Of My Teacher Miss Vicki
.... in front of her.
Still, I could not shake off the ice-cold image that she possessed in my
heart. True, her corney jokes sometimes sent me into frolicking laughter, yet at
other times these jokes simply fell flat the moment she uttered them. My lovely
class, however was always ready to laugh at the right time and place of her
amusing stories. Afterall, we would not want to run the risk of her temper
erupting in front of us like Mount Saint Helens spewing molten rock and
breathing fire.
Alas, life was not to remain boring and nondescript.
One day we recieved news that Miss Vicki was to leave Singapore for the
Philippines w .....
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Personal Writing: Fragment - Changes In Life
.... depending on the severity of
the situation.
In early August of `96 my life at home became a living nightmare. I
don't really know what it was that started this thing between me and my parents
but I do remember that they were always doing anything they could to just annoy
me. I doubt this was intentional but at the time it seemed that it was. They
would find any excuse to yell or blame me for things that didn't even involve me
and they wouldn't listen to anything I had to say at all. They were right and I
was wrong, that's the long and the short of it. It got so bad that I hated being
home. I would do anything and go anywhere j .....
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Personal Writing: Our Trip To See The Band "Last One Standing"
.... comfortable bed, now this is what makes me feel at peace.I was relieved to
be home, knowing that I was going to see Kristie,a friend of mine that I'm
quite fond of.
A few hours slipped by with no significant happenings. I was really
looking forward to seeing Kristie. She called around six, and made plans to stop
by at seven. I was more than excited to see her, and when she showed up I
couldn't stop smiling(I was really happy to see her). We talked for a few hours,
which let me forget about my plans with Justin and the guys. It had been
snowing since early that afternoon, and by nine-thirty we had three or four
inches. Krist .....
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