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Personal Writing: My Uncle
... up on his garden.The
day he died was a day in which he would of usually spent relaxing, fishing,
and drifting of in to his own world, but on this day he drifted away into
a new place which he had never been. My uncle's time had come and gone and
he was now adventuring into new places that hopefully would be as good to
him as life was.
I felt deeply sorried for everyone who had none him and his life.
He was always a person who was willing to help someone in a time of need,
and someone who would always be there if needed. He would also be deeply
missed by his wife which souly depended on him for income and pla ...
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Personal Writing: It Was The Perfect Lifeoff
... watched in
frozen fascination as the window of my parents bedroom opened and both in
peaceful sleeps my mother and father levitated and floated out of the
window. They landed on the cloud and feeling a slight chill tucked
themselves into the fluff of the cloud. Then hearing a creaking sound on
my left I turned and watched as my sisters window began to open. She then
levitated and floated onto the cloud as well, she sunk into the cloud and
continued her dream. I whispered, “sweet dreams” to my family and continued
to fly. This was my night to share with my mind body and soul. I kept my
cat Felix with me tho ...
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Okonkwo's Exile
... with watery
eye's, as if he was about to shed tears, which I had never seen him do
before. He explained that his gun had exploded and an iron piece from it
pierced the young man's heart, killing him instantly. Because of this,
Okonkwo had to spend seven years away from Umuofia. I felt tremendously
sorry for Ezeudu's now deceased son, but I felt even more sorry for Okonkwo,
who had killed him unintentionally. That night I went over to his compound
along with some other friend's, and we tried to calm him down, but it was
no use, I had never seen him this upset before. We then helped him pack his
yams, and store ...
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Personal Writing About My Mother And Her Stay In The Hospital
... Hospital to see my mother. At this
point in time, being of such a young age, I started to block 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 ...
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Creative Writing: Love At First Sight
... to be able to
stay awake through the show. She was 5'6” and had golden-brown hair that
looked like a barbie doll. Her eyes glowed like stars and she had a great
smile. She could cheer anyone up just by looking at them, so a lot of
friends came to her for advice. As she approached the exit of the
Hundsen's
store she noticed a handsome guy standing in the checkout line. The line
was very long, but it was almost his turn. It seemed like she had met him
before, but his name would not come to her. He stood about six feet tall
and had light brown hair. He was wearing a shirt almost exactly like the
one she ...
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Cinncinnati: Loveland: Paxton Woods
... throughout the region. When the Cincinnati/Northern
Shortly after the Revolutionary War, however, the newly victorious American government declared the territory available for settlement. Ohio and all points west had nothing more to offer settlers than opportunity, although that was plenty to entice explorers, range rovers and wide-eyed gamblers looking for a chance to strike it rich in real estate.
The westward movement began, and it didn’t take long for people to find the area that would become Cincinnati. Because of its rich soil and abundance of rivers, which were vital to the transportation and live ...
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Creative Writing: Hephaestus And Aphrodite - The Dispute
... to go home and rest a while—think things through."
And with that thought, Hephaestus made his way home, being absolutely
sure not to look in the direction of the scene Aphrodite and Hermes was putting
on for all the gods to see; however, it was not easy.
After several hours of waiting, Aphrodite finally came home—and
Hephaestus was there waiting for her. It was now dark, so she fumbled through
the room to find a light. One was turned on before she could come across one.
It startled her so! She whipped around toward the direction of the source of
the light, only to find Hephaestus sitting in his favorite ...
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Personal Writing: "Jen"
... Jessica. I
started spilling my guts about how it was my birthday a couple of days ago
and that LTJ was my favorite band. She told me to wait right here and she
would be back in a few minutes. She walked away and I realized who she
was, I felt very stupid. I turned around to wait for the show to start. A
few moments later she comes back and says "Happy Birthday" as she hands me
a backstage pass. The first band just started to play and she kept talking
but I couldn't hear her. If it was because of the music or just how
shocked I was. Anyway she started to walk away and she motioned for me to
follow her. In ...
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Volunteering For A School Of Handicapped Children
... children, only different classrooms. That in itself was the reason that Lori and I became as close as we are. During my years in high school, Lori was there in the same school ready to yell hello in a crowded hallway. At first, this was the most embarrassing thing that she could do to me, because other kids would tease me and ask if she was my girlfriend, just stupid shit that kids do. As time progressed I became more educated on why Lori acted the way she did. For me, the more I understood, the more patience and compassion I had for her and people like her. During my Junior and Senior years of school I ...
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The Rain
... my eyes fail to see the here and now focusing instead on the memories of a lifetime.
The sweltering heat presses upon all of us in the car as a great torrent of rain hammers upon the vehicle, drowning out all other sound. You can no longer hear the sound of the engine, the heartbeat of the metal steed that has carried us this far and will carry us many more miles. The beat of the music is no longer distinguishable as beats out it's own tune on the glass of the windows and the metal of the car. Visibility is reduced to almost the end of our noses as the water sluices down the windows. Moving the car ever so cautious ...
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