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Creative Writing: Who's In The Wall?
<view this essay>.... a cousin right near his old home. I decided to stop by and ask him a few
questions hoping he would remember or know something. After about an hour of
getting "I do not know. What are you talking about? Please leave." I realized
this was a waste of time and decided to go.
The next morning I called Mr. Machiano and asked him to meet me at the
palace. As I approached the area where the body was found I began to feel a
little queasy. I searched the ground around the body hoping to find some clues.
I noticed the sparkle of metal pertruding from the ground. I picked it up and
saw it was a gold and diamond ID bracelet with the name Montresor inscribe .....
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Personal Writing: My Life
<view this essay>.... we lived in nice area. My parents are both very knowledgeable and were able to tutor me in all my subjects as well as any teacher could. Therefore I always had very good grades in school. But, I wasn’t a nerd. I loved to make friends. One of the many differences between America and China is the fact that computers and the Internet were not easily accessible there. But once I came here, I immediately fell in love with web surfing and online chatting. I love flirting with guys, however I understand the importance of studying so I tend to have little time for that. Therefore, I gave them a Chinese riddle. I said I would talk to anyone who could answer it. Th .....
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Personal Writing: Spring Break ‘99
<view this essay>.... us what was right or wrong. We had the world by a string and were ready for anything it threw at us.
After a six-hour drive, we arrived at the Quality Inn. It looked like a run down trailer park, but it served our purpose. We checked in and took a hike to our room. As the door creaked open, we saw the size of the room, our mouths dropped. The thought of how we would squeeze eight girls in one room with two twin beds went through our minds. Mary spoke up and said, "It won't be that bad, some of us will just have to sleep on the floor." Despite her effort her words did not comfort me much. How my parents would react to our situation was all I could thi .....
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Quarry Hill
<view this essay>.... gave a half laugh which said either "I've got
no ideas" or "Rudy is a funny guy".
"I don't know, what do you want to do?" I offered to both Tom and Rudy.
"I don't know, what can we do?" Asked a frustrated Rudy. I looked up
to the stars and tried to think. Finally an idea excited me enough to
actually say something.
"I know! Lets go to the Quarries in Uxbridge and go swimming! I've
never been and I hear it's a cool place!"
"Yeah!" It was clear to me that Rudy is a quick thinker -- I barely
finished my idea before he was in agreement. "Come on Tom, lets go to the
Quarries!" Rudy said to get a response out of him. Tom -- still in his
" .....
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Creative Writing: Werewolf
<view this essay>.... that seemed to come
from his own throat. The unusual sense of power and speed in his legs, the
keen eyesight and -- the hunger. A hunger for human flesh. It was so
overpowering, it controlled body and mind and forced action. Then, in a
flash he leapt at the throat. He tore at the flesh, much the same as an
animal would. He continued to ravage the victim until little remained but
bones. The hunger was satisfied for the moment.
He would again be hungry, and to satisfy his hunger he would have
to rummage for more comestibles. He searches and explores the depths of
the city of Transylvania until he spots a beautiful woman in her late
twenties. He knows .....
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Christmas Day
<view this essay>.... Seeing my mom and dad smiling was great which 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 .....
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Easter
<view this essay>.... Georgia. The dogwood trees were in full bloom with their flowers shaped like the cross that Jesus died on, the reason we were celebrating , the tulips fresh and sweet on the mind, the roses, queen of flowers, stop you with their fragrance and make you believe for one moment that you are a princess in a white cloud castle. The day would start off waking up to the smell of fresh bread rising to the occasion in the oven, then the thrill of brightly colored jelly beans being hidden all over the house. It was a tradition; the bunny would come in the middle of the night, hopping about delicately as not to wake my brother and me and spread the magical colored j .....
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Autobiography Of Marina Pitkowski
<view this essay>.... I always try to look at the bright side of things. Yes it was tattered, but my suitcase had a story behind it.
My life started back in Warka, my home town in Poland. The suitcase belonged to my father, Vladimir. Now it was mine, after all, my father was too sick to come to America, and my mother refused to go without him. She was always very loyal to him.
We went through some low times when I was growing up. We often didn't have that much money, especially to get new luxuries such as new luggage or chocolate. When I was young, we suffered a little, but both my parents' degree of love never changed, and although we didn't have much money, they still go .....
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