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Essays on Creative Writing |
Creative Writing: The Kindergarten
... equipment stood out in the green landscape as
if it didn't belong. We had finally arrived, I got out and made my way to
the door. All the peaceful sounds of the wind blowing through the towering
trees and the birds chirping happily with one another all came to a sudden
halt as I opened the door. The children ran around, screamed, and threw
things as if they were unaware of the peacefulness that lay outside. I made
my way closer to the children. There appeared to be hundreds of little kids
looking up at me with me with mixed expressions, only pausing for a moment,
before continuing to make a noise.
It was a large room with a kitchen to the left and it had ...
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Creative Writing: A Night Fishing
... that I told where true, all true.
(a friends name) and I had gone on many explorations to far off places. We had
sneaking out at night down to such an art that if we could put it on paper then
it would be more famous then Leonardo da Vinci's painting, The Last Supper. We
would sometimes make dummy bodies that would lie lifeless all night under
tightly nitid sheets. The Abig yellow house@ is where we met. From there we
would do whatever sounded like the most fun. Sometimes it was hanging out and
eating ice cream all night. Other times we would go tick someone off by tee-
peeing their house. And yes, there were even times when we would go fishing at
this lake ...
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Personal Writing About My Mother And Her Stay In The Hospital
... out a lot of what
she was telling us all. I only remember a little bit of that period of time
because of my memory block.
When my father had come home from the hospital, he told us all that our
mother had been envlolved in a serious car accident, and that she wouldn't be
home for a few weeks. I don't remember very much after that, except for the fact
that the period of time my mother was in the hospital fell on her birthday. So,
all of the family, except me, sat down next to the stereo. My father plugged in
a microphone, popped in a blank cassestte and hit record. Each one of the
children started to sing "Happy Birthday", then ended with a personal message ...
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Creative Writing: The Inferno
... of a second, then they appear
red. Countless pictures adorn the walls; they are all of one person. I know
her, but who is she? Her eyes are dark and enigmatic. I can see the sadness in
her eyes. Her eyes. They lack the luminescence of the youthful character they
portray. Her glances pierce through my being like light through glass. The
carpet is a sea of scorn. It stabs my feet with its blades of contempt. The
walls of mockery laugh at me as I foolishly try to climb them to rid myself of
its presence. Yet there is no escape. I have inflicted more pain upon myself.
Nothing is soft in here; everything is jagged. My un-sanded wooden dresser
rests o ...
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Creative Writing: The Snickers Bar
... chocolate
covered peanuts and caramel were very tantalizing.
Then we were allowed to open the wrapper. I opened it, careful not
to rip the wrapper. The second it was uncovered, the sweet smell got
stronger. That chocolate and caramel aroma was now increased with the
glorious smell of roasted peanuts. Oh! How I longed to taste that
tempting Snickers bar. The top of the bar itself looked like an ocean
wave just before it crashes onto the beach. It was a perfect picture,
frozen in time. It felt smooth, yet gooey at the same time.
Then I heard those magical words. "you may now take your first
bite." I then bit into it and my taste buds went berserk with admi ...
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Stresses In My Life
... family just seperating from him and to possibly begin
exploring. Stresses in my Life
Stress in my life has taken a toll on others, especially my friends, and
continues to be the reason why I often feel depressed. Although some of my
friends may describe me as being polite, easy going, and stress-free, I
have many stresses causing me to become frustrated.
Growing up had been no easy task for my brother and I. My parents hardly
ever got along and it seemed that each time they would argue, we were in
the middle of it or the cause of it. After graduating from high school, I
left home. Since my brother had recently moved out, only my parents would
be left to live to ...
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Personal Writing: "Lost In The Mess"
... bright orange to a clouded orange, bread, crispy and no longer fluffy littered the crevices between the open drawers. Too full with clothes, (clean or dirty I can't be sure) they protruded into the already limited open space. Accessories lost in the thick brown carpeting, necklaces, earings, barrettes and more strung out from end to end of my room. Fallen pushpins in the bed from the cluttered bulletin board above, suspended by one thin wire, swaying with the slightest breath of air. An overwhelming stench, sweaty tennis socks, last night's dinner, or the mildewed plant, I couldn't figure out where it came from. Spider webs neatly spun where the walls and ...
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Personal Writing: Son's Trip To The Emergency Room
... He opened the refrigerator door and took out a jar of pickles. As I looked to see what he was doing, I turned around just in time to see the jar fall from his hands and watched as he fell to the floor almost in slow motion. I jumped to my feet and scooped him off the floor when I noticed there was blood streaming from his wrist area down his arm. My heart sank as I searched for the open wound. My first thought was that he cut a vein in his wrist and panic raced through my body with the fear that he would bleed to death before I could get him to the hospital. As quickly as I could, I grabbed him from the floor and ran to the bathroom to get a towel and wrapp ...
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Creative Writing: Equality
... He
painstakingly climbed onto the two foot platform in front of the podium, making
a little grunt that accidentally found its way into the microphone. "Hello?
Can you guys hear me in the back?" He gurgled in his natural grotesque voice.
With the acknowledgment of the audience, he sipped the glass of ice water which
stood on the podium and cleared his throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here
to inform you of a discovery that my team of genetic scientist and I have
discovered." The more he said the more I wanted to hear. I wanted to shout to
make him blurt it out, but it was impossible to speed him up, attention was the
reason why he became a scientist. He di ...
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Narrative Essay On An Unforgettable Experience
... mum and I were also completing our
shopping at Margate on the last Saturday before christmas.
Hundreds of people were in the complex. Parking was at a premium. Fortunately we
went early and got a parking. We went about to complete our shopping. Shortly
after midday we had just entered a jewellery shop when all of a sudden there was
a tremendous explosion. My first thoughts were that it was an earthquake. My
hair was standing on ends.
I turned around and to my horror there were several people lying down with blood
around them. Slives of glass were strewn everywhere. Babies were howling. People
were running in all directions. The place was in a devastating condi ...
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