Even Elephants Are Afraid Of Mice - A Creative Essay
.... water could keep him from his prey. He fed on fear, and the
greatest feast of all was just beginning.
Meanwhile, the mouse began to grow restless in his hole.
"Helm," the voice was confidant, "bring us about to a new bearing -
6148 mark 72."
"Yes, sir, coming to new bearing." Moments ago this new voice had
been sure and strong but a trace of trepidation could be detected. "Sir...",
the anxiety in the sonar officer's voice grew rapidly. Now, like an animal
trapped in a cage, the voice grew frantic. "I'm picking up an
object...moving fast...it's a torpedo!" Fear now had his foot in the door,
waiting patiently .....
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Personal Writing: Response To My Visit To The Boott Cotton Mill
.... impression I had that
people weren't happy working in the mills.
The quotations from former mill workers also exhibited their
unhappiness. Grace May Burk, a former mill worker said, “Work started at
6:30 a.m. and ended at 5:30 p.m., on Saturdays work ended at noon. We got
Saturday afternoons off, big deal. No matter how much money I was being
paid, I would not work those hours every day. The people of the nineteenth
century worked those hours and for little pay.
Leona Bacon Pray, another former mill worker was a child when she
worked in the mill. She said, “When I collected my wages, I went home and
gave them to M .....
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Conversation With A Doctor
.... but we enjoyed it anyway.
Yes, teaching. I got Arnaud to travel around Germany a bit, and we
came back through France.
No, I wish I had learnt it, but since I taught my students in French
it didn't matter too much. And of course they all speak English.
When we got back. The time we were there was fine.
We'd rented it out to a couple from Qu‚bec City. They seemed nice,
and we didn't want it to sit empty for six months. We charged them less
than we should have, but that didn't seem to matter.
No, we didn't really know them. We put an ad in the paper, and they
answered it.
Oh, they paid us. Afte .....
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Personal Writing: It Was The Perfect Lifeoff
.... to share with my mind body and soul. I kept my
cat Felix with me though, his loving silence has only shown love and that
face of a sleeping tabby is to amazing to exclude from this fantasy. The
scenery above is much different from the scenery below. Up above their is
no filth, pollution, or violence. Just the clouds, the wind, darkness, the
peaceful silence lightened a bit by the twinkling stars that shine with
happiness. I fell in love with the solemnity of the night, and realized
how rarely I experienced this peace. Sailing higher, and higher I
anxiously awaited the destination that was in store. Higher, and higher
I flew. .....
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Unchained Heritage - Creative Essay
.... Elder shook his hands dry and glanced up at the position of
the sun. It was high overhead, indicating noontime. He sighed, knowing that
in a couple of hours his son would bring his family from Toronto to visit
him. He did not like his son very much, but he put up with the annual
visits for the sake of the grandchildren: he was their only link to their
heritage. For one month a year he would show them how their ancestors lived.
How he lives.
He thought back to his last visit to the Hogtown, more then
twenty years previously. An early morning walk along the lakeshore was
ruined by the constant reek of rotting fish and t .....
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Rethinking The Watchtowers
.... the first place, or who composed them. Most of us, alas, did not know
and did not care. It was enough just to follow the rubrics and do the
rituals as prescribed.
But something brought me to an abrupt halt in my copying frenzy. I
had dutifully copied rituals from different sources, and suddenly realized
they contained conflicting elements. I found myself comparing the two
versions, wondering which one was "right", "correct", "authentic",
"original", "older", etc. This gave rise to the more general questions
about where a ritual came from in the first place. Who created it? Was it
created by one person or many? Was it .....
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WereWolf - Creative Essay
.... throbbed. Pain, his body cried out
Pain, stop! He could not stop.
It was gaining, only a few inches! Soon blood would be spilled! Blood
will be spilled to appease the appetite of the beast! With powerfull hind
legs, it lunged at it's prey from behind. Hands outstreached, claws
grasping! A scream, his first and last emmanated from his throat before he
fell victim to the predator!
Tommy awoke disoriented and terrified, he shook his head, to discard
any resudue from his nightmare. He was bathed in cold sweat. Gasping for
air, and trembling from the aftershock of his nighmare, he groped his way
to the bathroom .....
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Personal Writing: Seeing The Red Wings Hockey Team Play
.... only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I
finally reached gate 201.
I pushed the heavy blue drapery to my side. Standing in awe, my
eyes scanned the gigantic arena. Everyone, including myself could feel the
anxiety dripping from the air. Music blared, colored television screens lit
up "Let's go Wings" and fans swung their red and white shimmery pom-poms.
Scrunched in my arena-side seat, I gazed in amazement at the massive
amounts of people, and began to enjoy my very first Red Wings hockey game.
The first Red Wing poked out of the locker room. His silver skate
blade cut into the f .....
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The 1930s
.... who did not have heaters put hot coals under their car
to get the oil warm before they went into town. In the 30's larger tires
with safety tubes were developed, and carried less air pressure compared to
the old narrow, solid rubber tires which required about sixty pounds of air
pressure. This gave a much smoother ride. So called permanent anti-freeze
became available to use in place of alcohol which had a low boiling point.
Many cars did not have trunks, but people could purchase trunks to attach
to the back of their car to be used as storage. Some cars did not have
fuel pumps; instead they depended on gravity flow for the gas .....
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Personal Writing: Karate Class
.... nervous about this tournament I felt sick. Well it was my time to shine,
and shine I did. In the peewee division for my first event I had to
display my form. I did every step of my form so precisely and well, that I
beat everyone in my group and won first place. The next event was fighting.
I was a little scared, but, looking at my father's face, I couldn't let
him down. I beat my first three opponents with no problem. It all came
down to the fight for first and second but I didn't really want to fight.
My next opponent was from my karate class, and was a good friend. I knew I
could beat him. My father said, “just fight hi .....
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Secret Addiction
.... compare to the long and never-ending hours
I would spend on this machine. Although my bedtime was supposed to be around 10
or 11 in the evening, I would manage to stay up on this computer until sometimes
as late as 3 in the morning, and this was on school nights as well.
I never really realized how serious this was, until one day my best
friend Trevor called me up on the phone. He told me about a hot new movie that
was out, and I found myself making an excuse as to why I could not make it. But
of course, the real reason was because I had work to do on the computer.
However, the only work I had to do was to play that incredib .....
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Chocolate Chip Cookies
.... Toll House Cookie. One day Nestlé was going over their
reports and they found that sales for chocolate bars rose rapidly in the Boston
area. This was because the chocolate bars were the primary ingredient in the
Toll House Cookies. When Nestlé found out what was up they started making their
chocolate bars with score lines on them for easier breaking. This was ok but
still not easy enough. So to solve this problem they made morsels (miniature
chocolate kisses)and bought the Toll House name. With that they called them
Nestlé Toll House Morsels.
Did you also know that the chocolate chip cookie is the most popular
cookie in A .....
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