Personal Writing: The Holiday Trip
.... calls" Mum bellowed at me. I will pay for them out of my trip
money I reapplied in a disappointed tone. "Trip, trip when is this stupid
TRIP going to be over with" Mum yelled at me, Soon very soon I reapplied
convincingly.
A week went past each day I eagerly checked the mailbox, only to
discover bills and letter from companies trying to sell us a continuous
stream of junk. At this moment the realisation of how much garbage
companies actually send out finally came to me. For example this week
companies have sent mail to me and my family trying to sell us: raffle
tickets, cladding, software and exercise equipment. .....
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Creative Writing: The Haunted House
.... was a witch.
They went to 98 houses before they went to the haunted house. They
got 5 candies at each house, so they each have 490 candies. The 98th house
was their last house except the haunted one which is supposed to be
deserted.
Chapter 2
The Fright
They got to the haunted house. They knocked on the door. The door
opened all by itself. They got scared. They started walking inside the
house. They went into a bedroom.
All of a sudden Jenny saw a man pop out of the bedroom closet
quietly. She was about to scream, but he shoved her in the closet in the
nick of time.
The man looked like a regular man but he had a h .....
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Creative Writing: The Ice Cave
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Creative Writing: The Kindergarten
.... children. There appeared to be hundreds of little kids
looking up at me with me with mixed expressions, only pausing for a moment,
before continuing to make a noise.
It was a large room with a kitchen to the left and it had toys
scattered all over the floor. A door led outside to the playground and Mrs.
Smith the teacher sat at her desk keeping a watchful eye on the children.
Mrs. Smith noticed me standing there and motioned me to come over. I made
my way through the flowing sea of children which was harder than I thought.
Rainbows of play dough lay scattered on the floor and stuck on windows
along side greasy little hand .....
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Personal Writing: The Path To The Unknown
.... Do you need a ride?"
"O.K." and “Yes,” was all I was able to say. What had I done? I was
not qualified to play in the honors band I stink. I had trouble playing
the music in the high school jazz band, let alone the music that was geared
towards the musically gifted! The next few hours and throughout that night,
I could not think of anything but the mistakes I was going to make on
Saturday during practice. What if I screwed up? What if I was made fun of?
I didn't think I would be able to handle that kind of put-down.
That night I had a terrible nightmare. It was the first day of
practice, and when I walked into the .....
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Personal Writing: The Pond
.... 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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Personal Writing: The Burnside Project
.... entire view before me as he blends into a larger picture.
I see grey. Every shade of grey, in all its variety blends and
curves from the lightest near whites, to a deepness rivaling black. The
darkness overhead drones with the sound of a thousand automobile tires
humming on the top of the bridge. Though designed for another purpose, it
serves well as protection from the rain and weather. The sun and light, as
well as the wind, come from the sides. The wind blows softly this morn,
yet it nips at exposed skin. I know I will soon appreciate its soothing
aspects as I warm up, so I try not to be bitter about it chilling my .....
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The Renaissance Man
.... several
years in this suburb of Boston, until they were able to move to Haverhill
to start a chicken farm. My father's journey began the first day of school
when he was sent home because he could not ask to go to the bathroom in
English. As he slowly learned the new culture he began to become more and
more aware of his family's condition.
As a young adult, he realized his family's troubles and strove to
make what money he could in order to keep his family together. He would
sell eggs and chickens in Haverhill to supply his family with money to
survive. With an attitude that allowed him to never say never, he
attempted .....
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Creative Writing: The Snickers Bar
.... never to be seen again. My fingers were covered with a
thin layer of melted chocolate, so I took care of that the best way I could,
I licked them. I then had a huge craving for a tall, ice cold glass of
milk. It truly was a small taste of Heaven.
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"The Stone Boy": Psychiatric Report
.... had
gone first. When it was Arnold's turn, his rifle caught on a wire and
consequently fired. The next moment, his brother, Eugie fell forward, dead.
Some would suggest that Arnold, being the youngest, was jealous,
but the evidence suggests that Arnold greatly admired Eugie, making his
death even more traumatic. Eugie was the eldest in the family. He was
tall and had a very good figure: "Arnold never tired of watching Eugie
offer silent praise unto himself."(p.2) Arnold greatly admired his brother
and wished to be just like Eugie when he grew up. He wondered that, "…if
when he got to be Eugie's age he would still be und .....
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Creative Writing: The Substitute
.... from the bag a small black
box. Engraved with the letters P, O, and another letter that I could make
out were on the cover of the box. The final detail that I noticed about the
box was that there was a small socket on one side. After setting the box
down on the desk she took out more items from the bag, a gas mask and a box
of matches. The mask and the box snapped together and she placed the mask
over the face, then lit a match, opened the box, and lit whatever was in
there. Seconds later smoke filled the mask and excess smoke permeated from
the mask. We watched intently after a few moments of undisturbed silence
except for the o .....
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Creative Writing: The Visitor
.... Standing at the door and was looking at her
with an air of mild curiosity.
"HEY Jane" he yelled! " What the hell are you doing ?" Jane nearly fell
backwards. He was no vision! That idiot was once again eavesdropping on
her! "I WAS making a wish, you jerk!" she blurted out, "You've just ruined
it, though!" "Making wishes ? Don't bother. No amount of wishing will
make you a better cook. I think that's more of a miracle-type-thing...
What's the Wish Anyway ?" ""I Wouldn't Tell You, If i did it wouldn't Come
true." "Yeah Sure" yelled Max as he exited out of Jane's room.
Upon the windy steeples of the tall buildings of Neton l .....
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