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 the .....
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Down With Community Service
.... to go to college after they graduate. I also asked them about
doing community service. Most of them said that they would be getting a
job, and they would not have time to do community service. My survey has
brought me to the conclusion that students who are thinking about going to
college should not be thinking about doing two years of community service.
Community service is detrimental to college students. I was
talking on the phone with my cousin, Waldo, who lives in Rhode Island. We
got to talking about the community service subject. He told me that there
is a law in Providence that when a person graduates from hig .....
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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: 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 .....
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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 .....
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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 t .....
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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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Personal Writing: My First Impression Of My Teacher Miss Vicki
.... self 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
.... 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 jus .....
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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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Creative Writing: Friends Till The Very End
.... the last time that
he would ever walk along this beautiful beach.
As his eyes watched the waves, and how they caressed the muddy shoreline,
he began to think of the future. His thoughts were quickly disrupted.
“Hey bud, how's it going? What was so important that you had to talk to me
about?” Chris asked.
“It's to hard. I can't go on with it.”
“What? What can't you go on with?” Chris demanded urgently.
“It's just, that, that, this will be our last weekend together”.
“Wait a minute. Slow down, your not making any sense. None at all. What do
you mean that this will be our last weekend together? We have the whole
entire summer .....
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