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Creative Writing: My Idea Of Where The Heck Life Came From
... on earth about 4 million years ago and coughed up
these giant hairballs. Apparently these extraterrestrial cats didn't digest
their food very well, and a few small creatures were still alive – caught
in the hairballs. After these cats left, these little martian bugs and
small furry animals resembling monkeys crawled out of the hairballs and
from that evolved into what we know as life today.
Wouldn't my idea of the theory of life work? I mean, they did find
these little microorganisms in the rocks on Mars. Also, bribed sources from
inside the Pentagon and NASA have quoted that they have found bone
fragments of wha ...
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Creative Writing: Origin Of The Big Dipper
... happen if they angered the monk. Once the mother of the seven chicks
found out that she was going to die, she went to tell the oldest of the seven
chicks about it and told him to take care of his brothers and sisters. The
couple filled a pot with water and started to boil it. Once the water was ready
they put the mother chicken in when she was still alive. The little chicks had
just seen their mother die and suffer, so they were really sad. The oldest one
was so sad that he jumped in the pot right after her mother did and the rest
followed him. The monk saw this and felt sorry for them and felt that it was his
faul ...
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Dialogue Story, The Ginger Ale Mystery
... mystery fan."
"Well, so am I, Agatha Christie always makes me laugh!" cried Hans,
with tears in his eyes.
"No, not that kind of mystery. I'm interested in locked room
mysteries." whispered Miguel. "Do you know what they are?"
"No, I can't say that I do." mused Hans. "What are they then?"
"They are mysteries where locked rooms are involved," said Miguel,
"and where one person might have to do something to get into the locked
room and change something, for instance, put ginger ale into a glass of
ice."
"Ginger ale into a glass of ice? That's quite easy." laughed Hans.
"Yes ...
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Personal Writing: Realizing My Powers
... greatest one is when I became a Christian. At the age of twelve, I
decided to give my life to Jesus Christ. I feel that this decision is the
best one made in my life, so far. This decision has helped me to become
who I am today. I have made many decisions because of my relationship with
Jesus. This decision will follow me for the rest of my life.
Every year my youth group delivers food to shut-ins. I have been
involved in my youth group for 5 and a half years. Every Thanksgiving we
take food to those that cannot get out and come to church. This service
helps each person in the youth group to th ...
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Creative Story: Fast Eddie
... of the leader of this organization.
I sit here and think of what has happened to bring me here. My mind
wanders back to when I was an innocent eight year old kid. I worried more about
what games to play than anything else. My mom brought us to the Mile High City
after she and my dad started fighting. She thought it would be good to grow up
near relatives. She never knew what was in store for us all. No one knew except
the scientist and interfering generals who were developing project "UnderNet".
The national/global computer network that was going to make our lives simpler by
linking the regional infrast ...
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Creative Writing: The Wind In His Sail
... breath. Cobi Jones was not only very
skilled in the nautical art of sailing, he was the most popular, the best
looking, and even one of the smartest kids in school.
"Hi Julie," moaned Cobi in reply, "what are you doing here?"
A shocked, but smiling Julie answered, "Just came to see ya."
"Well visiting hours are over," Cobi uttered as he pushed past Julie and
trekked up the rocky shore to his home. His home! His home was a picturesque
array of hand-crafted pillars and intricate woodwork that beautified even the
aesthetic sandy ocean beach that encompassed it. As always, after sailing
practise, he ...
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Catcher In The Rye - A Sequel
... said, trying to keep my cool. Why and how did you choose
Loomis Chaffee? Then they gave me that same old response. Well Mr.Spencer
teaches at a prep school and. I didn't let them finish the sentence. “NO!” I
exclaimed. I refuse to go to one of those prep schools, all of the little kids
are phonies. But then as abruptly as that little conversation started, it ended.
They said, “You are going come Saturday and you can't do a thing about it.”
So then they say, “We will get you a train ticket for the earliest train
out of Central Station.” I stormed out, knowing that I was defenseless against
them I went st ...
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Creative Writing: The Ice Cave
... senses.
Further down, the icy walls creates a shiver at the slightest touch.
The black, elusive ground, makes a sound like a quivering stew. All
around the foundation, bloody clawmarks indent the frosty barrier.
Fingernails screeching fills the dark space.
One, two, three, steps more, and the tail of a snowy bushed monster
creeps out from around the corner. It's ample structure growls throughout
the barren, frozen lair. Once it's boisterous voice has echoed throughout
the entire cavern, the mysterious creature peers from around the enclosed
corner. Waiting, watching with hungry eyes and a rave ...
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Christmas Day
... made everyone stay up late. They sent me off to bed around 10:00pm hoping I will fall asleep and see my gifts from Santa in the morning. I know I was a good boy and I have not done anything wrong. I could not wait to see my new toys and games the day morning arrived.
was the usual I received a huge amount of gifts from Santa, which I enjoyed but my mom was not filled with great joy. Today was the day we go into Brooklyn, NY to see my father's parents. When we arrived, I was greeted by all but; I felt a huge pain from deep within my heart. There was nothing to fear and nothing was going wrong so I spent a lo ...
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Personal Writing: The Day Of Doom
... shortly and we took off for abbot. Come to find out he was having
a impending sense of boredom just like I was. Both of us being down in the
dumps we looked for something exiting and diferent to do. We took a detour
down into a sand pit on the way to my friends girlfriends house. Taking
turns doing donuts with his car in the sand we passed away about an hour.
I needed even more of a rush so I hoped on top of the car, held onto the
roof, and told my friend to take off. After exiting the sand pit we flew
off down the piper pond road going about 70. My eyes and face were getting
wind burnt so I tapped on the ...
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