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» Creative Writing Essays and Papers
Creative Writing: The Present
<view this essay>.... fire station as
a part time worker. He had no other way to make money for his girlfriend and
her Christmas present. He tried to keep living this life for as long as he
could but he was not sure how long he could keep it up. If he were to ever be
caught Lord only knows how long he would be locked away for.
Coming from a small town nobody was used to all the buzz going around. It
made Billy nervous. That was all everyone talked about on the small shaded
streets of Prince Rupert.
"Billy, Billy!" Henry yelled.
Snapping out of his dream world Billy relied "What?"
"Go down town and pick up some eggs would ya?"
"Yeah sure Dad."
As .....
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Creative Story: Lonely
<view this essay>.... before he turned thirty. Who knows maybe he'll
never get married.
As Keith sat there, now thinking about his new, red truck, he noticed
his shoe was untied. He stretched down to retie it and saw a small card beside
his foot. Funny, he hadn't noticed it there before. Maybe it blew up in the
breeze. Yes that's what happened, the wind had blown it there when he was off
in dreamland. Oh well, he thought and then he picked it up. The card had
printing on it. It simply read, "go look in your mail box". Keith gave out a
small chuckle and thought about his mailbox. Was someone joking around with
him? It was probably that pesky neighbor boy, James. He wa .....
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The Change
<view this essay>.... weight tents. A eighteen mile overnight adventure through the
isolated reign of nature was our goal. We chose a trail around Tawas about
a three hour’s drive from our houses, it was the best we could find on such
short notice.
A classic here-goes-nothing like return to nature is the only true
way to fully understand your belongings and grasp the overwhelming majestic
beauty of nature. I didn’t realize how hard it would be to tear apart from
civilization this last weekend, it greatly affected my conceptualization of
the powerful world we live in. Looking up at the evening sky and observing
a broad expanse of thick clusters of stars, without artificial l .....
Number of words: 1728 | Number of pages: 7 |
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Being The One Who Cares: A Good Teacher
<view this essay>.... growth there are always
problems. Because there are students from different backgrounds, we must cater
to all their needs. There may be students in our classroom with completely
different religious beliefs or no beliefs at all. Teachers must understand each
student and their personal beliefs to make their learning environment
comfortable. Every aspect of our society has changed, we live in a more
promiscuous society. Our children are having children. We as teachers must
educate our student to the deadly effects of unprotected sex. I feel as
teachers earn tenure, they are more likely to effect the students in a more
personably manner. Having a stable and .....
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Creative Writing: No Coins Please
<view this essay>.... write everyday.
When I steeped on the bus, I saw 5 ther boys the same age as me.
Their names were Sheldon, Howie, Nick, Kevin, and Sam.
Sheldon, who was always jabbering on and on about his old friend, Pete
Ogrodnick.
Howie, a tall, thin, blond, with glasses who seemed to be on the respective
side.
Nick, a boy that would go through life being superstitious.
Kevin, was a photoholic.
Sam, was one that liked to fight for his rights.
Rob and Denis then told us that we were supposed to name our van.
Denis came up with the name "Ambulance" and the rest of the group agreed.
On our way to our first stop, New York, we got a speeding ticket because
so .....
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Creative Writing: The Dream
<view this essay>.... his dad. They have their own
little fishing boat that they go out on.
It's a Saturday morning and Bobby has nothing to do. He asked his
dad if he wanted to go fishing because they hadn't been all week. His dad
refused because of the bad weather. Bobby kept on begging, but his dad
told him he wouldn't change his mind. He was getting really mad at his dad
because he really wanted to go.
So instead of waiting a few days until the weather got better he
decided he would take the boat out by himself. He told his dad that he was
going to his friend Justin's house, but instead he took the boat keys and
went to their boat. His dad let him drive it all the tim .....
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I Remember
<view this essay>.... that I could help. I was only allowed to move the already made candles and wrap them up for packaging, but that was fine with me, at least I was helping. I wasn't allowed to help with the actual making of the candles until I was thirteen. Hot wax is very dangerous to be around unless you know what you're doing. If it gets on your skin it will stick to you and burn you very badly. I had to be old enough to know better.
going down into the basement for the first time and seeing all kinds of equipment. There are quite a few things you need to make candles. The first time I helped I only needed scissors, to trim the wicks, and newspaper to wrap the finish .....
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Personal Writing: Plans
<view this essay>.... or at all disrespectful.
We were a bit louder than 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 .....
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