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Essays on Creative Writing |
Creative Writing: The Date
... a soft grunt as they stepped into the tacky eatery.
Melissa's long, flowing, golden hair fell from behind her ear where
she had so carefully placed it moments before and hurriedly did so again.
Her beautiful teenager's face was buried beneath layer upon layer of make
up. She was wearing her most expensive dress which she saved for the most
special of occasions. She considered this one of those occasions as she
didn't want to take the risk of going on a blind date dressed badly if in
the off chance her date looked like Brad Pitt. Her hunch had been right
this time. Johnothan R. Frakes was a real catch for a girl. Tall, big
shoulders, blond hair and deep blue ...
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Creative Writing: Letter To Principal
... finding a seat. The Cafeteria is way over capacity and simply
can't handle the amount of people that is must. After I have everything I can
start eating, by this time I have wasted away twenty minutes of my precious
lunch period. Mr.Johnson, this is just not a suitable lunch arrangement.
I must mention of second problem with lunchtime, this is even more
pressing than the first. Lunch Prices have been growing drastically and with no
reason at all, this could mean the school is pressed for money so you look for
the simple solution and make us, the consumers, pay more. I have heard that
this large amount of extra money is going towards better quality food; get r ...
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Celebration Of My 21st Birthday
... our suite. The girls present were all my suitemates/close friends. The guys present were our boyfriends. The girls were naturally closer than the guys, since we live together, but, even though we are so close, we usually eat only with our boyfriends. Although this is true, it was still I comfortable, fun atmosphere where we could joke around. It was not necessary for my friends' boyfriends to show up to this party, but, it seemed that they were mere accompaniment to my friends.
On this night, we all changed out of our class gear of old, comfortable t-shirts and dirty, blue jeans, and wore the best of our casual clothing. For me that meant my tight black p ...
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The Chase
... straight ahead about one minute away. Ben was all too happy to go as well, so I had no say. I think the walk was meant to savour the moment, which wouldn't be that bad. I felt content and I think the others felt the same way.
We walked up a dark street, lit only by streetlights, just talking about nothing. We turned into the first road on the right. I thought this was going to be a small detour before we'd return to my warm room for the third film. The cold air was only going to have a few minutes to find a way into my impenetrable jacket. It tried getting through my zip, up my sleeves and down my neck, but it still didn't succeed. Neither Ben nor Mike seemed to n ...
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Creative Writing: A Dream Come True
... senses. I didn't understand what I
dreamt about. After thinking about the dream for about ten minutes a went
back to sleep.
By next morning I had forgotten all about the dream. That morning ,
I was late as usual. I ran to the bus stop with my briefcase. My tie flew
in the morning wind. Only thing that I hoped was that I would not be late
to work, I had been warned couple of times about me being late. Luckily the
bus too was late as usual.
As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw
then was quite unbelievable. Instead of looking for an empty seat I was
perving on a beautiful woman. She looked to be in her early 20s. The most
outstanding f ...
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Creative Writing: Revenge Of The Hacker
... Rich
finished with the tyranny of school he went home to practice the main
ceremony to this "secret life." He would get comfortable turn on the TV
or radio and become an instant celebrity around the world. Ri ch was a
computer "hacker." Known to all those brave souls who dared the
"information highway" as Hax0r, Rich would penetrate computer systems
locally and around the world. Never malicious in his endeavors he sat back
and explored what seemed to be another dimension to the every day "lamer."
Rich was not alone on his journey's though. He had four friends from
school that accompanied him. These friends where just about the only people
that knew about his ...
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Personal Writing: Welcome To Maysville
... for the
elderly or for just a family new to the area.
Shopping in Maysville is not a problem due to the various shopping
centers and the downtown shops with park and go accessibility. With the
shops downtown you can park and the walk where ever you choose with much
convinces. I enjoy shopping in Maysville since we have a variety of stores
to choose from. We have a country club that is full of fun activities to
do including golf. The YMCA is a great place to work out at. With a pool,
running track, weight room, gym, and a daycare for the kids this a definite
place to workout at.
This town has been a home to me for seven years and I have found
the town to h ...
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Personal Writing: Joining The Track Team
... within the school. I was so psyched; I could not wait until Spring Training began.
So around the middle of March we formed the 1998 North East track team, and I had no clue what I was in store for. Coach Decker and Coach Burke called a meeting for us one Monday afternoon and explained to all of us the hard work and determination that it was going to take to be on the track team, they “would not tolerate anything but 110% from every single person,” and this I was willing to give. So I informed my boss at work that I would no longer be available to work in the afternoons and that I could only come in after 6 o’clock. Practice was to be held immediately after ...
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Creative Story: Mischels Greenhouse
... them. Shrink-wrapping was mainly my job throughout the day. I
would load an 8 foot tall rack then I would wrap the rack full of mums so the
mums would not fall off. Then I would take the palette jack and pick up therack,
and load it into the Ford truck. Loading is hard because I have to make sure
they go all the way to the back and to the side of the truck. It can't be one
inch off otherwise it could hurt the plants (They could rub together) and the
racks wouldn't fit side by side. It's a endless cycle, day after day, until
all the mums are gone. When the mums are all gone, it's a glorious feel of
relief. All the benches had to be cleaned to get ready for ...
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Creative Story: One Sick Christmas
... more than most people, the dark rings circling his
made his eyes look like they were going to pop out any second. The bones of his
cheeks showed through his dry, pale skin making him look like a zombie.
"Let's go now!!" Claire screeched at the top of her lungs.
Claire meant this time. Quickly, Joe stumbled out of the dressing room
in a clumsy fashion. Looking like he had just chugged a couple of kegs,
dragged his oversized Santa coat and pants with him hopping they wouldn't fall
down and left the dressing room. Joe and Claire walked toward where Santa's hut
was while watching a crowd gather around it.
"Ya know Claire," Joe said, "I really hate my job."
"R ...
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