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Creative Writing: Sir. Baldric And The Evil Threshmit
... and the help of the resident magician to get
that out of him. He is as skittish as a hind , afraid to venture out of the
castle walls, or even let down the drawbridge, for fear of becoming Threashmis'
next meal. King Lenson grieved deeply over his departed friend. He then asked
for volunteers to hunt down the scatheful beast. The reaction to his request
was pathetic, not a man stood. It seemed as though King Lenson's valiant
knights were nothing more than a flock of recreants. At last Sir. Baldric
stepped forward, he had risen to the occasion, proving true to his troth. He
was truly a stalwart knight.
Early the ...
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Personal Writing: College
... made, and it was not exactly a choice I thought about adequately. As it turns
out engineering just wasn't what I was meant to do.
Some people would say that I made a bad decision, but I would rather
say that I made an unwise decision. Computer engineering (the major that I
choose first semester) was a lot more than I expected. I ended up failing
Physics, Calculus and Chemistry! In addition to that, I was subject to
separation from < > college. Well, now a decision really had to be made; it
was time for me to make a choice.
My parents told me to think about other colleges and to think about
other things to ...
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Personal Writing: Our Trip To See The Band "Last One Standing"
... and following a line of cars that are going thirty-five miles an
hour in a fifty zone does not help. A sigh of relief passed through the car as
we came into Burlington. Justin dropped me off at my house in Burlington at
four o'clock, a few hours before his show started. I made my plans with them
for later and sent them on their way. Something about being home makes me feel
much more relaxed. Walking into your house and immediately recognizing that
perfect smell of freshness (my mom keeps a clean house), flopping yourself onto
your comfortable bed, now this is what makes me feel at peace.I was relieved to
be h ...
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The Time Of Christmas
... Jennifer. How may I help you?" It became automatic. Thirty- forty calls a day answered the same way.
At the end of the day I drove to my apartment, actually it was a room I rented with little kitchen privileges. I would set a bag of fast- food down on my dresser or bed and turn on the TV or radio. My small ceramic Christmas tree blinked on and off all night. I could hear other people in the house milling around or talking but I felt like an intruder if I joined in.
My parents called once a week and I talked to my boyfriend everyday for awhile. A feeling of distance seemed to come between my parents and I. ...
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Personal Writing: My Goals And Dreams In Life
... Courses, participating in non-profit
organizations such as a Marketing Education Program called DECA, Urban
Minority Drug and Alcohol Outreach Program, Habitat for Humanity, and many
others the effort to better my communication, volunteer, and leadership
skills. With exceptional athletic ability, during my high school career I
was a representative of my high school as a member of the Varsity
Basketball and Varsity Soccer teams. Athletic and Academic Awards, Extra
Curricular Activities, Community Involvement, and Leadership positions all
play an important role in my life. The following titles are accredited to
m ...
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Personal Writing: Plans
... usual that morning as we had great plans
for the day. Since we had to travel through Denver, we all agreed that we
should eat at a nice restaurant and then go to the zoo where we could eat
some more and see the animals then probably eat some more.
Daddy was a bit tense and growly, his usual demeanor when traffic
was thick as it was on that Friday morning. "Everyone and their Grandma is
on this one road to Denver," he grumbled. My Daddy is claustrophobic. He
hates traffic which is the main reason I think we moved long ago to Wyoming,
the land of wide-open spaces. "You can drive more than a hundred miles on
a ...
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The "Around The World" Party At College
... common was our goal to consume alcohol.
As soon as I walked in the room I immediately could see and smell
the smoke that was lingering in the air around the house. I was handed a
cup by a friend. Looking into it to see if it had been used, we both
shrugged and turned towards the basement. As I pushed my way through the
crowd to look for the keg I immediately knew it was in the corner because
of the crowd surrounding it. Once I reached the keg, I found myself
waiting once again for my beer. The person who was filling up the cups was
not filling them first come first serve. He would fill the cups of his
friends ...
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Creative Story: The Chronic Swamp Murders
... neck. A broken neck was definitely what killed the man. The only problem
with this hypothesis was that it left a few unanswered questions. If the man
was a hunter where did his gun or bow go? How often did you find a dead hunter
just lying in the middle of a swamp? Even with these questions police told the
Hemps that it was an accident and they were in no danger.
The Hemp's life went on with no interruptions until about two weeks
after the hunter was found. Another body had been found in the swamp. This
time the body was a male whom had a business suit on. The police came back and
investigated this d ...
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Personal Writing: My First Impression Of My Teacher Miss Vicki
... Senior High class. I had worked hard and gotten the
subject combination that I wished for. Together with a bunch of old friends,
I soon settled down in class comfortably.
As fate would have it, she was fortunate enough to be my form
teacher that year. I almost choked in alarm when I heard the news. This
time round, however, I resolved not to cower in terror whenever she was
near. I decided to face the fact that we were going to meet each other for
the next 365 days. Instead of trying too hard to lick her boots, I tried my
best to be my natural self in front of her.
Still, I could not shake off the ice-cold image th ...
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Creative Writing: Trigatipede
... I feared
my return to the states with nothing to show of our three month stay. Our
time was up, however, and the crew and I left Australia disappointed and
empty-handed.
At the airport in New York, I was greeted by Mr. Shrinton and a few
of the other zoo investors. They quickly hurried me into a stretched
limousine, and then my life changed forever. The investors asked me quite
plainly if I would be willing to create their zoo for them. At first I was
unclear of the meaning, but quick clarification had me realizing the
enormous biological disasters such a project would generate. They wanted
me to chemically pr ...
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