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Creative Writing: Slavery
... talk to each other. As a matter
of fact, we only talked to people we knew. We barley had a chance to talk to
others because we were hard at work. Because of the treatment and conditions of
life, we were shy.
As I said, these conditions of life were horrible. For example we were
beaten and abused by our master because we dropped a glass full of water. I was
hurt physically and mentally. Like I said we were abused and beaten by our
master.
We were not only beaten and abused, but we were also hard workers. We
can do a lot in a day. I picked crops and cooked food for the master and his
family. My day started ...
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A Modest Essay
... severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in
twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in
Peru.
Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a
small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play
bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous
documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I
enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical
appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, ...
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Personal Writing: Exchange Student In Japan
... my best friend and two
other friends of mine from school. We would all be traveling together, most
all 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 ...
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Creative Writing: The Bastille
... if I'm killed what will they tell my beautiful daughter
and even my ugly wife? I told them I was going out for a smoke 3 days ago.
I'm sure they are worried by now. It's getting closer I can now focus on
the imprisonment camp. It horrendous guards all over booby traps
everywhere we look.
We all get closer to the ground and continue forward. Were now
about 300 yards away when Mr. Lorry trips a bell line. The whole place goes
up in a frenzy. I get up and start to make a run for the compound; after
all I am a solider. Then all of a sudden thump boom! I hit the ground I
tripped over my untied shoelace. Everyt ...
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Equality
... reason. These are a
couple of hardships that Equality has to face so far in this mixed up
society. His troubles get greater and greater until finally he does
something about it. All through his life, Equality thinks he is not capable
of accomplishing anything. Through time though, he discovers that he is
capable of doing many things by himself and more importantly that he is an
individual. When he is in the tunnel, he discovers a light. This provides
him with the confidence that he is able to do things. Other experiences,
such as falling in love with Liberty and seeing his reflection in the pond
also help him to beli ...
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ABC Book
... not have a lot of money, and has had
trouble finding a job after the inquest. Even though she had been acquitted,
people still look at her funny when she walks down the street.
Doctor Armstrong, a former doctor who likes time to think. Whenever he thinks
about the past one of the first things to pop into his mind is the fact alcohol
ruined his life. If only he hadn't had a couple of drinks before operating on
his patient, he might not have accidentally killed him.
Everyone was dead when the police got to the Island. Nobody could figure out
what happened. The police did not find any suicide notes and searched t ...
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The Body
... middle of the book.
So they each told there mom's and dad's that they were camping out in
the field when they where realy going to find the dead child.
Chris brought a gun that he stole off of his dads bureau. He let Gordie
see it and he told Gordie that it wasn't loaded. So Gordie pulled the trigger.
And KA-BLAM. The gun was loaded and he shot the trashcans behind the diner.
The waitress came out but she thought it was fircrackers.
They started out on there mission walking along the train tracks.
Teddy Duchamp played chicken with the train pretending he was a
paratrooper, but Chris pushed him out of ...
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Creative Writing: The Kindergarten
... As we came closer we could make out the kindergarten on the horizon.
The fluorescent yellow play 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 wit ...
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Creative Writing: The Person Behind The Mask
... dream of
the clowns in the circus ring. Imagine their grimace, funny walks and pranks on
each other. The tight- rope walker and the elephants were amusing, but they
weren't the highlight. He was certain; He would be a clown when he became older.
After many years, he changed town and started on a career as an accountant in a
big company. Nobody knew him better than by name, and nobody cared. He just sat
there behind his desk, working, day after day, week after week. He was an «
every chief's dream.» But he was also a lonely man with no friends who would
say; "How are we today?" His colleagues envied him, so they ...
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Personal Writing: Changing Grades And The Consequences
... him, several of the other students
noticed and began to talk quietly amongst themselves. Later that day, at lunch
time, I was approached by some of the other students in my class.
"Hey, could you help us change our grades in algebra?" They asked. "I
dont know... I might get caught..." I answered reluctantly. "Aww... come on....
what are you, chicken?" they taunted. "We'll pay you...."
At that moment I began to think. I could not believe what I was hearing.
I could get paid for something very simple. "Alright. I'll do it. What were your
last names again?" I said.
The next day my algebra teacher got me to ...
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