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Essays on Creative Writing

Creative Writing: A Day In The Life Of A Gnome
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... some tulips for his grandmother. Tulips were her favorite snack. While approaching his grandmother's house, he found something to be very strange. His grandmother was hovering on an hummingbird, while picking apples from her tall twenty-foot appletree. After contemplating on this strange doing, he decided not to let it bother him. After seeing Knob approach her house, Knob's grandmother whistled for the hummingbird to bring her down so she could greet him. She greeted him with a loud burp which was a common courtesy among Gnomanians. After greeting him she also sprinkled him with some of her fairy dust. She handily carried it around in her turban. She natur ...



My Wedding Day, Or Is It?
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... happened if it had been too small. We set our wedding day for September 6th. I had ordered my wedding gown and made some of the arrangements when my fiancé wanted to chance it to August 17th. I now had to cancel the order for the gown, and go out and shop for another one. Finally, after looking all over, I found the perfect wedding gown. I got the invitations out, and all the other arrangements changed. I awoke early Saturday morning August 17, my wedding day, or was it? I really wasn't a nervous bride. I finished packing my luggage for the honeymoon. I went to get my hair styled and do some last minute touches. All set at least that's what I thought. ...



Personal Writing: Death
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... realization of death started with a phone call. My mother answers, it’s my aunt, Burma. I glance over to my mother; her face is overcome by a look of sadness. “How’s Patsy handling it?” My mother asks. Later, after what seemed to be a very emotionally draining conversation, my mother comes to me. She tells me that my aunt, Patsy’s daughter Trisha has died. I never knew her well, so up to this point I did not have much of an emotional reaction to the news. However, I knew that her death would devastate her mother. I doubt any parent takes the death of their child well, a parent never expects to witness the funeral of their child. My family is invited to the ...



Personal Writing: The Pond
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... clear. Nerve-wracking minutes later, flowed the emerald green and ever-so lively lake in front of us. We stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared so shiny and reflective, it resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt. Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel 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, gra ...



Personal Writing: You Will Always Remember Your First Time!
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... the crowd. It was very disheartening to know that I was in the back of an Ambulance at my first professional supercross. The only thing I could do was play the past events over and over in my head. I couldn't believe it as I looked at a shiny gold and silver card. This card signified all of the rights and privileges of a professional supercrosser. Now I would have the right to race with the worlds best. “Dad look it finally came!” I shouted. My dad looked at me with silly grin and said “Well you knew it was coming, you won your 25th race last month.” As I stood there with a smile bigger than the sun on my face I said “I know but I am still excited about i ...



Personal Writing: Trip Through The Soft Soft Sand
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... to the lesser known soda straws and cave bacon. After a few days of exploring caves in the park we were ready to head home. With tired muscles and dusty bodies we were ready for warm showers and soft beds. Upon exiting the park and traveling along the long strait path of the highway home we spotted a dark hole in a rock formation along the side of the road. Being true cavers and adventurous types we decided we had to poke our heads in to take a look around. I veered off the road in started heading in the direction of the rock formation. Unfortunately although driving along what seemed to be tracks I was getting myself deeper and deeper into very soft san ...



I Was With ______ When ......
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... of us stood lennie, he was standing over the slouched curley's wife and was mumbling "I've done another bad thing..." We asked lennie what the heck he did. He just stood there looking at us like we were some alien from a diffrent planet. He just started screaming and ran off in the distance. I told george we had better tell the gang this. We gonna get our hides whipped when curley finds out about this. A few minutes later when curley and the gang came over and saw this he said to george "You fat Son- of-a-*****" you killed my wife. I'm going to beat the living daylights outta you. George sensing curley's fustration moved back a few feet. George stammered " I did ...



Creative Writing: Sycamore Street
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... the street, chasing down cars that rolled by. One lonely six-year-old boy, sat close to a tree rapidly banging nails in the roots. Lying face down, one kid pretended he was swimming in the dirt. He jumped up and raised both hands in excitement, as if he had won the gold medal for dirt swimming in the 2000 Ghetto Olympics. Teenage girls lined up like militant soldiers moving in the same sequence to B.G.’s “Bling-Bling” Everyone looked up and stared as the very noticeable squad car crept by, hoping to shake the local people, but no one moved just cold stares back, as if it was a showdown in the wild wild west. Junkies pasted by with squeaking shopping carts fil ...



Personal Writing: Realizing My Powers
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... life to Jesus Christ. I feel that this decision is the best one made in my life, so far. This decision has helped me to become who I am today. I have made many decisions because of my relationship with Jesus. This decision will follow me for the rest of my life. Every year my youth group delivers food to shut-ins. I have been involved in my youth group for 5 and a half years. Every Thanksgiving we take food to those that cannot get out and come to church. This service helps each person in the youth group to think of others and realize the fact that there are many unfortunate people in the community. During my eleventh grade year, I helped to get the FCA st ...



Creative Writing: An Unforgivable Choice
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... heard the cruel man ask Lucinda to see her ticket and then Lucinda said “my stepbrother is under six years old”. The train stopped again and almost every body hurried out. “Why are you in the train and where's your m other?” Lucinda asked. “My mother said that I was old enough to take care of my self. So my mother sat me on the train and said that if there came any of the cruel men I should hurry out, and I don't believe in Santa. But if you do he properly heard you lien, I'm 7” Jason said “Would you like to buy some christmaspresents with me?” Lucinda asked. “I don't know -maybe some of the shopasistents will recognise me, and I'm really not supposed to go with s ...




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