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Essays on Creative Writing |
Medievel Knights: Creative Essay
... to snatch the lovely Queen Ariah.
For months Dolan wandered around his castle feeling nothing but
sorrow. He dare not leave his castle for fear that his enemies were
plotting revenge against him and his kingdom. On a certain day, Sir Rowa
approached him and asked,"Sir, what bothers you so that you seem to be
flooded with sadness?" "Ah, my brother Rowa, you have heard of Queen
Ariah's kidnapping. This is what bothers me so. Without her, I am lost."
"Sir Dolan," Rowa replied, "I am ashamed that such a strong and
distinguished warrior as yourself has given up hope of rescuing his beloved
Queen from the evil Sir Francais. I tell you, Sir, that it is not for ...
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My Man
... over at me and started laughing!! She got up, came over, and said
"Ooops! Heh, that's MY bag." Okay, if she had been sincere, fine, I
wouldn't have been so mad. But, well, if she had been any more fake, I'm
sure she would have turned into plastic or something! Anyway, I got up,
brushed off my legs, and with a little "hmph" I walked off. I sat down by
the water and fantasized about how wonderful it would be if it were me with
him. Soon though, in thinking that, my anguish turned into anger, and my
anger into hatred. Hatred for that mean girl who had what belonged to me! I
wanted to go up to her and hit her across the face and I wanted to show her
who was the b ...
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Up The Ladder
... the top of the ladder and
see what's there. Then I'll come back down and tell you what I saw."
Chris's suggestion pleased the bird.
"I'll fly with you for a little ways," it said, "but I must return
soon, to protect my nest."
So Chris started climbing the ladder again, and the blue bird flew up
beside him.
Together they climbed past the top of the tree and into the sky. They
had been climbing for a little while when the blue bird turned back to its
nest.
"Goodbye, Chris," the blue bird said. "Don't forget to tell me what's
at the end of the ladder."
Chris climbed higher. Soon he met a woman dressed in coveralls. She
held a hammer ...
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Creative Writing: The Competitors
... of the battle field each one jockeying for the upper hand.
As the referee announced there was half an hour left before game time, a few
players huddled together to say a quick prayer while others gathered around the
head coach for a final word of advice. One of the competitors listening to
this advice was Matt Williams or "The Destroyer", as he was known by the crowd.
He was a powerfully built young man who was in the possession of deep opaline
eyes, nightmarish black hair, and a ruddy complexion. Feared by all for his
ruthless behavior, Matt had joined the DFS league after being courtmarshaled by
the army for striking the commanding officer of his plato ...
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The Year 2050
... of
cars and switched to HydroShoes, which run only off of water, like France
and Germany did, but politicians felt it would be too drastic a change.
Furthermore, President Bill Clinton decided to send all of our garbage into
space in 1996 instead of recycling when he introduced Project No-Garbage.
At first this was a good idea, but slowly, we noticed our atmosphere was
full of milk cartons and banana peels! To clean up this mess, the public
elected President Mick Jagger to deal with the environmental issues.
President Jagger became the leader of the country when he promised the
public that he would clean up the environment and help the economy. His
first action ...
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Personal Essay: Look Before You Leap
... when I was inside, my cousin Philip, who
was on the deck, said "I've had enough. Come out here."
"Is this a trick?," I asked. It seemed a little suspicious.
"No, of course not. I'm just sick of this game."
"Well, okay." I hesitated then decided to go out to the deck.
"Ha! Got you!" said my other opponent, Lance, who was hiding behind the
door with a water egg in his hand.
"Liar!," I yelled at Philip. My instant reaction was to jump off the
deck onto the grass below. I had done it many times before and knew that I
would be okay. That way I could get away from Lance and I would not lose the
water fight. The water egg whizzed right past my head as I v ...
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Personal Writing: The Holiday Trip
... So far we have both
agreed on visiting the USA. Me and Sofie have been penfriends for years and
years and openly write to each other on a regular basis, Sofie is 17 years
old. It is the first week of the school holidays and being rather bored at
home I decide to go to a friends house.
Arriving home 6.30, Mum was still yelling about the phone bill,
wearily entering the door waiting for the impact. "$170 dollars worth of
international 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. ...
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Creative Writing: An Unforgivable Choice
... 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 ...
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The Pharmacy
... at a sign that said, “For faster service you can only purchase items from . The lady started to argue saying, “why cant you take my thing there is a big line out front”. The employee said, “there are a lot of customer behind you so if you would please go up to the front register we would appreciate it”. After arguing for a while the coutomer left. Then someone dropped a case of Slim Fast that bangs agents the floor. The brown liquid was poring out of the box like a river and some started to spray everywhere. Immediately they paged someone from the cleaning department. While the cleaning person was on it was to clean up the spill; an employee put an orange h ...
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Personal Writing: A Path Seldom Chosen - Solving Problems Without Violence
... of me emerging alive from this mess weren't very
good, I began to think of a strategy that would enable all my major organs
to remain intact. I decided to use humor to defeat this barbaric beast. I
must have ridiculed and made fun of myself over 200 times. I told him that
even if he passed out, in a full body cast , and suffered from leprosy, he
still could wipe the floor with my feeble body. I told him if he didn't
disfigure me, that I would offer to be his own personal reusable toothpick
for as long as he wished.
Violence and nonviolence are two very effective ways to solve
problems, but for people like me whose brains are stronger than their
fi ...
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