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» Creative Writing Essays and Papers
Creative Writing: There Isn't Much Time
<view this essay>.... this task won't take me a long time; the pressure
makes me to work more efficiently; there were emergencies; and there were other
important things. Some of these reasons sounds legitimate, but I think these
reasons are just excuses for people's fear of failure, fear of lost security,
and need for pressure.
Back high school, I had a friend, Eric, who dropped out of school
because of bad grades. As his friend, I knew he was doing fine until the period
of final exams. He was a smart and responsible person which laziness is not a
factor of his bad grades. Eric could not pick up the books soon enough before
the exam because he was afraid of failure. Since Eric .....
Number of words: 641 | Number of pages: 3 |
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A Picture Painted By Nature
<view this essay>.... the angle of warm light has shifted.
The view of my backyard has suddenly transformed. the shades of brown have majestically disappeared and a robust palette of colors including vivid blues, smart greens, and tantalizing reds has taken its place. the colors seem to come alive in the sunshine, portraying that sunlight seems to be theperfect compliment to this picture painted by nature.
Once you step across the threshold seperating my patio from my yard and stand outside you can actually grope the image of my backyard with your eyes, it is clear that grass is the most abundant commodity here. there must be at least a billion blades of healthy green shea .....
Number of words: 525 | Number of pages: 2 |
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Creative Writing: An Unforgivable Choice
<view this essay>.... as long as
you're with me” she assured. The ticket collector came towards them and
Jason closed his eyes, waiting for something bad to happen. Jason heard the
cruel man ask Lucinda to see her ticket and then Lucinda said “my
stepbrother is under six years old”. The train stopped again and almost
every body hurried out. “Why are you in the train and where's your m other?”
Lucinda asked. “My mother said that I was old enough to take care of my
self. So my mother sat me on the train and said that if there came any of
the cruel men I should hurry out, and I don't believe in Santa. But if you
do he properly heard you lien, I'm 7” Jason said “Would you like to buy .....
Number of words: 2180 | Number of pages: 8 |
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Personal Writing: A Path Seldom Chosen - Solving Problems Without Violence
<view this essay>.... "fight! fight! fight!" that was slowly forming around us
like vultures circling to pick at the bones of the unfortunate loser.
Realizing that the odds of me emerging alive from this mess weren't very
good, I began to think of a strategy that would enable all my major organs
to remain intact. I decided to use humor to defeat this barbaric beast. I
must have ridiculed and made fun of myself over 200 times. I told him that
even if he passed out, in a full body cast , and suffered from leprosy, he
still could wipe the floor with my feeble body. I told him if he didn't
disfigure me, that I would offer to be his own personal reusable toothpick
for as long as .....
Number of words: 811 | Number of pages: 3 |
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Volunteering For A School Of Handicapped Children
<view this essay>.... kids went to the same schools as the specialized 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 .....
Number of words: 1819 | Number of pages: 7 |
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The Day In The Life Of A Drug Addict
<view this essay>.... water into the syringe. Doug hit me on
the side of my head and said "Your shaking too much, let me do that." I
pulled away from the faucet and let the syringe fall into the sink. Then I
rolled up the shirt sleeve on my right arm. I looked at my arm. I had
tracks, needle marks, up and down my arm. My shirt sleeve had blood stains
on it from the day before. I held out my arm and demanded "I get the first
one and I want coke not watered down coke!" Doug pulled my arm close to
him and inserted the needle in my arm. As I was shaking, he told me "Make
this last for a while girl." I felt the dope hit me and ran out of the
restroom. I was shaking and could not .....
Number of words: 843 | Number of pages: 4 |
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Personal Writing: Getting Out
<view this essay>.... The apartment manager showed us the apartment, and
then we left. Our apartment manager decided to move us to the third floor.
So, we had to approve the apartment and tell her what we wanted fixed. At
last, we had our apartment.
Finally, it was August and it was time to move. Our original plan
was to move everything at once with friends and family, but August became
very bust. One week I went on vacation to Chicago. Then I had to go
fishing for four days with my family. Another weekend I went ot a friend's
house, who I met at Boy's State, to see a rodeo. My roommate, Nathan, had
a wedding ot attend. Nathan worked from eight'o clock untill five thirty
a .....
Number of words: 867 | Number of pages: 4 |
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Personal Writing: Rock Climbing
<view this essay>.... we pulled off the side of the road we were both surprised to find that there were no other cars parked there. Normally this turn off was packed with cars with people climbing the Falls. Although we were both happy that there was no one else around to interfere, there was a lingering feeling of dread, that if something went wrong there wouldn't be anybody else around to help out. We both got out of the car and decided to go on down against our better judgement. The trail down was a steep runoff ditch about two feet wide surrounded with scrub brush. While on the way down I was thinking both about how bad my legs were getting cut from the brush, but al .....
Number of words: 933 | Number of pages: 4 |
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