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Essays on Creative Writing |
Creative Story: My Golden Age
... changes to
that. If I were to come up with my own Golden Age, this is what I would do.
I would start with my present standing in life. That would be a tenth
grade student in high school. Then to make it dream like, I would analyze to
see what I could do to make my life better. I would find out what things were
important to me at that time and what things I could change to make my future
life better. For example, I would probably start out with school, since that is
very important to most people at my age. There are pretty much two things that
are important to kids around my age, the social aspect and the academic aspect.
I would not change my personality ...
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Personal Writing: Exchange Student In Japan
... the time. The only things that would really be different would be where
we lived and who we would live with. As the flight, Northwest number 69 to
Detroit was called I could hardly wait and I jumped up, not being able to
wait to board. We needed to travel to Detroit to get our connection flight
to Osaka, Kansai International Airport. As soon as the plane took off it
landed. Detroit was a very quick flight, only about an hour. Being a little
nervous about not having enough time to make our flight I urged everyone to
hurry along and to try and walk fast so that we could make our connection.
Little did I know to my surprise after literally storming through the
airp ...
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Creative Writing: My Grandfather
... house. He moved out of New Mexico
after John got killed by lightning. They lived in the poor part of the city.
The thing he remembers most about his mother is that she was a free spirit. His
dad left when he was three because he couldn't take care of any one, not even
himself. He recalled that John told lots of tall stories; something that
grandpa does often.
His first school was in California and it was a two room school house.
He had to walk home and there were water snakes in the gutters. One time when
he got home, his favorite toy, a refrigerator handle, was missing. Then he
noticed that the two trees that were in front of the house were gone. He called ...
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Creative Story: Grandpa
... see a lot of cool hotels and sites.
Then it was even better because it was at night and all the hotels were lit up.
It looked like it was Christmas everyday there. Every single hotel was lit up
of all different pictures. We had fun seeing that but it was time to go back to
the hotel room.
When we got back the front desk informed us that somebody had called
from San Fransisco. We all had an idea of what it was about. My mom and grandma
were both sobbing. They were crying in way that didn't show. My dad and I felt
very sad even though we didn't know my grandpa very well. Before we had gone to
Las Vegas we sat down with my aunt and my mom said " if anything happene ...
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Creative Writing: The Miller's Tale
... my head. Oh well, that didn't go over as planned but it scared my
woman so bad she finally did just let it go. Then, after cleaning it up we were
on our way out and back to home sweet home. When we arrived I got some great
news that made the whole squirts issue fall back to the back of my mind. I got
word that the King wanted one of my women to get it on with him. So soon I got
the prettiest woman I had. She had blond hair and a nice set on her, if I do say
so myself. She all of her teeth except for three but in this time that's not
bad. I soon put on my Sunday best and headed straight for the castle in which to
meet the King himself. We came in the back just as ...
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Creative Story: The Lake
... 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 ...
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My Decision To Get A Degree
... played into my mind and I thought if I enjoyed working and learning about computers, it would not be considered work.
I have so much to learn and value the knowledge I have knowing it is going to stay with me throughout my life. My children age ten and four, will see the effort and hard work that is required to be an over achiever. I believe this will motivate them to succeed and maybe “compete with mom”. With the computer information technology, it brings even more opportunity to learn a whole new area of skills.
Some people have not grown with the knowledge of computers and are finding they need more education in that area in order to func ...
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A Remedy For My Sweet Tooth
... round Skittles are also very flavorful. I enjoy them because I can chew many of them at the same time. In one package of Skittles I can chow on flavors like grape, lemon, green apple, and orange. Munching on these tasty candies gives me a visual. I feel as though I am picking the actual fruit off of the tree it is on and taking a massive bite out of it.
I experience a totally different sensation when I suck on a sour coated candy. Warheads are one of my favorites. Eating one of these potent pellets is a tortuous thing to do to myself, but I love the risk. My face cringes up and my eyes’ are squinted shut until I get every last tart coating off. Sour Pat ...
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Personal Writing: Bad Teacher
... a two-week period,
she told me that I couldn't go anymore, but I sneaked passed her and went
anyway. A week later, I got hurt again, so I snuck past her again even
though she had told me not to go. That afternoon, she insulted me in front
of everybody in the class; thus, I thought of her as a mean witch. Later
that school year, I accidentally placed my finger in the doorway and
someone slammed it without knowing my finger was there. She didn't care;
therefore, she didn't tell me what to do. Consequently, I had to hold the
two parts of my finger and run upstairs alone. Even though it hurt a lot, I
was happy to be away from Mrs. HAIBUS, the "witch", for a couple of w ...
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Life: The Personal Experience
... in our van saw it happened and
everyone is shocked of that terrible scene. Few minutes later, the cops and the
ambulances quickly arrived. We heard the loud noise come from the police and ask
us to help them, we quickly got off the van and helping the fire fighters and
the cops to pull people out of that vans, I saw lot of our church friend got
burned to death and some other just crushed by Small pieces. Everyone is in
tears including the police and fire fighters. After the rescue, we find out
most of people in that van died, but some in serious condition.
After that accident, I learned that life is meaningless, and learned that
we should help others while ...
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