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The Big Day
... and sat up, looking at her. Everything about her was
beautiful even in the morning. The way that curly almost black hair just
touched her shoulders. The casual pose she held sitting on the edge of the
bed in that worn Lakers T-shirt. I took her hand and pulled her a little
closer admiring her mischievous smile. She wanted to say something but she
waited for me to speak first. I kissed her hand repeatedly and looking
into her dark brown eyes I said slowly overenunciating each word:
"I...love...you."
Her smile got wider as she replied. "You better. Don't you dare
flake on me now."
She lay down beside me and kissed m ...
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Personal Writing: Fickle Fisherman
... fair
sized.But the guy beside me didn't seem to think so he looked at it and gave a
little laugh and kept on fishing. I really didn't know what to think, was he
laughing at something i didn't see or was there something wrong with my fish? I
just disregarded it and continued fishing. Then as i was getting bored and
drowsey I heard a yelp and the old man shot up. He had a bite! As he was
fighting it he started talking and telling me how to catch a REAL fish not the
guppy in my bucket. As he talked and talked the fish got closer and closer and
he netted it up and took a look. The fish was about half the size of mi ...
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Creative Writing: Funeral
... still and not holding a prayer book.
She was dressed in deepest black, in the style of full moaning that had rather
gone out of fashion." While Kipps did not get a good look at her face, partly
hidden by a bonnet, he thought from her emaciated appearance she must be
suffering from some terrible disease. Mr. Kipps went on to say " Not only was
she extremely pale, her eyes seemed shrunken into her head."
Kipps admitted he was moved that a woman who looked as if she might be at
death's door her self had made the effort to attend the funeral.
He noted that the enigmatic women in black disappeared after the buria ...
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Creaitve Story: Desert Island
... clothes clean
off, and threw me on to this desert island. How odd that my clothes were
burned off, and I was left without a scratch. Shrugging off the many questions
that my mind bombarded me with, I decided to take a tour of the island, and
search for a possible means of escape. "OH SHI-!" I stopped myself short of a
curse, and looked down at my aching toe. I painfully leaned over and examined
the ground around my feet, discovering a 1922 Sears catalogue. Exhausted and
hungry, I reached for a coconut from the only tree. I leaned against the palm
tree eating the coconut and leafing through the ancient catal ...
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Personal Writing: Going To School In The United States
... being scold at and punished for being
disobedient and often felt that they were extremely strict, hard, and
discipline on us. During times of argument with my uncle, I felt very
rebellious because they were not my real parents and often developed strong
resentment towards them and my parents. Since I was the oldest one in my
family, all the responsibility of taking care of my brothers and cousins
was carried upon my obligations. The expectation of graduating from high
school and pursuing on to a prestige college came all suddenly crushing
down upon my life.
With this pressure at home in the United States, ...
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Personal Writing: The Lake
... my brother and I snuck to their backyard like two
undercover police officers, until we were in the clear. Nerve-wracking minutes
later, flowed the emerald green and ever-so lively lake in front of us. We
stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared so shiny and reflective, it
resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and distinct fragrance enticed us. It
smelled like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet
grass, to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt.
Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the
kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our ...
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Creative Writing: Apocalypse At The Nuclear Plant
... to himself as
he slid his access card into the slot and the door opened.
"Thank god you're here!" his boss, Jarvis explained. Pete checked
his watch. "Am I late?" he queried. "No time for that, no time for that
damnit!" Jarvis seemed very upset about something to say the least. "Well,
what is it?" Pete asked with a look of haste swimming across his face.
Jarvis lead Pete over to the main testing area. "We discovered
this late last night. Seems one of the plutonium pieces is…," he paused
with a gulp, "changing."
"Changing?!?!"
"You better believe it because it took me an hour to comprehend
what is going ...
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Killer Instinct
... no pre-fight publicity. He simply
showed up at Mulligan's Bar one Sunday afternoon when the regulars were
discussing the merits of the Tyson/Doakes fight, and settled in the far
corner next to the miniscule stage, nursing a half-pint of beer. Mulligan's
being the type of place it is, he wasn't alone too long.
"Useta call me Black Billy," he growled, lumbering to his feet. His
head ducked and dodged, body swayed, as he danced on his toes, shooting
lefts and rights at an imaginary opponent. His scarred face looked troubled
for a moment. "Coulda been the Champ. Didn' get a chance. Said I don' got
the killer instin ...
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Creative Writing: The Haunted House
... Bye."
"Who was it Erin?" her mother asked.
"It was Jenny, she said she and Katie were ready. They will be
over in a few minutes!" Erin yelled so her mother could hear her.
"Din dong!" rang the doorbell.
"I'll get it!" yelled Mrs. Cogswell.
"Trick or treat!" Jenny and Katie stated.
"Here's your treat. Come on in, Erin's in her room."
"Thanks." Katie said.
"Hi guys!" Erin said before they could reach the door, "Ready to go
trick or treating?"
"You bet!" said Katie, who was a ghost.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Jenny asked, she was a witch.
They went to 98 houses before they went to the haunted house ...
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Personal Writing: Results Of My Grammar Retest
... for about 1 hour and after
that I thought that I would score high on the test. I ended up getting a
little lower then I expected. Then, I heard that there would be a retest
so I felt no need to study hard but to only review what I have learned.
During a test, I have many suggestions to my classmates. First
the best way to get a good result is to study until you are capable of
remembering what you have studied. Then, in the morning, I always do a
review just to remember more. Sometimes, I just do a small review in
homeroom. Some other times I would come early to study. When I get the test,
one of the be ...
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