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Creative Writing: Destroying Racism
... this is not
Mississippi, or Alabama; this is Michigan, and it's in my grandma's neighborhood.
And the thing is, their a normal family, just like any other. They went on trips
in the summer, and spring, and this time came back to a message on the lawn.
I sat there that day watching cars go by their house as if it were
haunted or something. I guess it can happen anywhere. But this snow-covered
house is still a reflection of America, white on top with a hatred burning
underneath. I go to a college, where the races meet every day. Colored man helps
white man; white man helps colored man. Doesn't sound right ? That's ...
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Creative Writing: When I Was A Kid
... New Canaan, and others. Other people, like my parents, crossed town
through East Norwalk to our home in the northern end of town. Sometimes I would
hear my father boast to far off relatives that we lived in a nice residential
neighborhood (otherwise known as "the good area") In most horror stories, as
the hero approaches some haunted house (or some other terror) you can shout,
"Don't go in there! Stay away!" People moving into Norwalk have no such luck;
they move into the charming town without a clue of it's underlying sickness and
disagreeable citizens.
One of my first discoveries was the river that pass ...
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Creative Writing: The Nightmare
... until 8:00 P.M.. She also told us she had been having problems
with her telephone. There must have been something wrong with the connection
because when it rang there would be no one on the other end. Someone was coming
tomorrow to take a look at it.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith informed us that they would be a little late coming
home because it was their anniversary and they had a long night planned. We
told them to have a nice time and they both grabbed their coats and left.
Julie started crying just as they closed the door. We gave her a bottle
and put her down to watch some TV. Then the phone rang and Susan and I lo ...
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Tomato Fishing
... five bell peppers, several
herbs and a peach tree named Packwood (named after creeping under my skirt
once too often). Everything was going along nicely. Then we went on
vacation....
We came back to find a sea of green. Tomatoes covered everything. We
had to transplant two of the eggplants, and we lost the one with the red
and white stripes. Most of the herbs had disappeared. The peppers and
Packwood were ok, but we hadn't planted any tomatoes in that box. But the
tomatoes in the next box over were trying to invade it. Tomatoes overflowed
everywhere.
After a few weeks of picking, I noticed a few things ...
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Personal Writing: Myself And Tennis
... of the car at the Cardinal
tennis courts the cold winter chill hits my face like a lighting bolt. My
red hair, which usually illuminates my blue-green eyes, is tied back under
a white Hard Rock Café hat from London. The brim of my hat hides my
lightly colored angel kisses, which are scattered across my baby doll
cheeks. I am a big bulky Eskimo waiting to fish. Dressed in gloves and a
blue Adidas wind suit with more layers than you can count underneath I
wonder why I am here. Usually at this point I am wishing I were in bed
A few others my age are there as well. I am not the only one that
some people c ...
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A Creative Essay On A Birthday....
... PM, (2****), 2127," stated the computer
voice, "have a nice day!"
"Let's see now," said Jake, "I have to be at room 2024 at... Damn!
I'm late!" He rushed over to the nearest elevator doors and pushed the
little button marked "UP" several times. He was in great shape for a 62
year old. When the doors finally opened, Jake quickly stepped into the
elevator and pressed the button marked "20." He stood there, waiting. With
a humming sound, the elevator started its quick ascension. Stepping out at
his floor, Jake looked around and spotted the door marked "2024."
"Okay, its only 2:54, I still have one minute left." ...
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Personal Writing: Devon
... over with a slight strut. He waved at some people in the corner
booth and smiled, the people waved back and yelled, "Hay, Devon."
As he looked in my direction I waved at him to get his attention.
When he reached the table I shook his hand and introduced myself. He
introduced himself "Hi my name is Devon." He sat down on the other side of
the small table.
Devon is well known in the coffee shop. He goes to the coffee shop
about 3 times a week and tries to meet someone new every time he goes. He
is really nice and it's not hard for him to make friends. Almost everyone
in the shop know wh ...
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Personal Writing: What I Learned This Semester In English Class
... what I now know to be not-so-good papers, but received good
grades for them. Then, I thought they were good because of the grades I
got. Now, I find myself working over twice as hard for half the grade.
This isn't a completely bad thing, though. It teaches me that my writing
really wasn't very good. What I used to think deserved an "A" I now
realize only does deserve a "C." Now I have to take my writing more
seriously, and try much harder at producing good output. Also, my goal
isn't to write a paper that will get a good grade. Now, my goal is to
write better papers. I write to become a better writer. ...
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Personal Writing: My Father's Desire To Be A Doctor
... a strong desire to help more people, he was not allowed to have a clinic of his own outside the air force. Also, the small amount of salary made him think about getting a license as a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine in order to support his large family.
Nonetheless, he still worked at the air force in the morning while preparing for the first level of examination for the license. As a result , he passed it. Then he started studying for the second level examination, but it was not as easy as the first one. He had to memorize everything in certain books word-by-word. In fact, it took him eleven years to pas ...
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Chocolate Chip Cookies
... in a hurry, she had beds to make and drapes to clean so,
instead of melting the chocolate pieces in the batter she just chopped them up
in the batter, thinking they would melt during the cooking process. To her
surprise they stayed very much intact See what happens when you do not follow
the directions?
Well, never the less everyone at the Toll House Inn simply loved them.
In fact, they became so popular the recipe was published in the Boston Newspaper.
The recipe was named the Toll House Cookie. One day Nestlé was going over their
reports and they found that sales for chocolate bars rose rapidly in the Bosto ...
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