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Personal Writing: My Favorite Vacation
... all over the place. There were also lots and lots of gift shops
too. On these different islands we did something different. On St. Thomas
we rode bikes up into the mountain and saw all different kinds of birds,
plants and lizards. That was fun for awhile till it got tough and then we
started to head back.
On the other island Barbados they had the best beaches you could imagine.
The water was so clear and the sand was so white and soft it felt like a
pillow. We went swimming over there for about 2 hours. While we were there
you could see the bottom at least 30 feet deep. There were no rocks to cut
y ...
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Creative Writing: Jimmy Valentine The Safe Cracker
... of this, she was still kind of leary about
marring him. She was apprehensive about the future of them as husband and wife
and also about the future of the shoe store.
Jimmy was so sure of himself, that the next night, he had a document
made that stated that in the event of a divorce, or the death of Jimmy, the
shoestore would be completely owned by his wife, Annabelle.
Two months later, Jimmy and Annabelle Spencer were married. That same
day, Jimmy threw all his safe cracking tools over the bridge into a small stream.
For three years everything went well. Their shoestore had great buiesness,
They had 2 children, ...
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The Prison
... with my boss and as I did , I saw inmates dressed in blue.
Shortly after that, we were joined by one of the administration personnel. There she informed that ; I was not to talk to any inmates, that if they talked to me, they were to address me as Mrs. Tucker. Well, I knew right , at that point, there would be a problem. First of all, I am a people person. I could not refuse to talk to someone just because they were a inmate. Then, I defiantly did not like to be addressed as Mrs. Tucker. As far as I was concerned, the day the divorce was final, that was the day I stopped being Mrs. Tucker. But, I was told t ...
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My Apartment
... way last night. The boy picks it up, dust the wet sand around and give it to the younger girl. It’s a doll that has lost its right hand, its dirty blond hair was cut into disorder length. Still the girl seems happy with it.
A fat lady’s walking along my observation in her routine exercise, she stops and talks to the other one has just walked outside and has ready to go to work. The lady lives upstairs . Sometimes, my mom and I are so annoyed by the noise from the ceiling at night. Heavy walking, loudly music, children banging around stairs… these noises bug me sometimes! Whenever I could not stand it anymore ...
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Creative Writing: A Dream Come True
... going to bite me? No, it just licked my cheek. Even before it
finished licking my cheek, I came to my 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 ...
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Route 66
... and registration he raises the questions, “Do you have any idea how fast you were going?”.
“I’d say I was going a shade under a hundred.,” John says with an uncaring attitude.
The officer states, “I clocked you doing a hundred and twenty-four miles an hour.”. “Why doesn’t this registration have your name on it?”, the officer questions suspiciously.
Thinking quickly john replies “My cousin owed me some money so he gave me the car and I haven’t had time to change the registration yet.”.
Doubting the truth of Johns answer the officer asks, “Then why is the car reported stolen?”. Joh ...
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Creative Writing: Letter To Principal
... needs
immediate attention. Once I finally get my lunch I have a second much harder
task to tackle; 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 ...
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Creative Writing: A Sunday
... in the garden. Sitting on those seats.
Sometimes she takes off her shoes. Rolls down her rights so that she can feel
good rough ground under her feet. She digs her toes in, and rubs her soles into
the earth. They say, look at that Jessy getting herself all dirty, Jessy you
naughty girl you'll get a chill. Time to go inside, girls.
ÐFunny that. Being called girl. Naughty naughty girls wetting themselves and
pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with their mouths
open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death.
Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much.
Practised that ...
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Just Another Saturday Night?
... He smiled, genuinely happy to see me. As he waved he dropped his beer. I gave him a hug and asked how he was. He then took me out the back, past the roaring barbecue, to meet the rest of the crew. Tom was sitting on a chair with another blonde chick sprawled across his lap. I didn’t quite know what it was about him, but every party he had a different one, without fail. I watched as Andrew skillfully skated the mini-ramp. He rode with a smooth style. I watched his arms, spread out, as he balanced. I followed with my eye the cigarette in his right hand as it glowed, spearing through the night.
I ran up the ramp a ...
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My Autobiography
... spending about 2 months in Pennsylvania with just my mother, and John, it was time for us to leave my family members who were like parents to me and my best friend Joey to come here to Virginia. Dad had gone to Virginia about 2 months before my Mom, John and I because he had to begin work right away and we didn’t have a place to stay in Virginia yet.
In September of 1987 I began kindergarten at Waterloo Elementary school. On October 1st my Mom had a doctors appointment in York because my second baby brother was on his way. I went with my Mom because my Dad had to work and wouldn’t be able to take care of ...
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