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Essays on Creative Writing |
Creative: In The Lamp Light
... beneath a yellow light. Tall and slim, he was, with
thick, white sideburns, and a distant manner that added to the impression
of nobility.
I sucked a slow, deep breath between pursed lips and held it, as if I
had a cigarette. First I remembered the smoke warm and biting; then I
remembered it menthol-cool.
Where the second person came from, I'm not certain. I was surprised to
hear Howard's voice, strong and clear from across the driveway. "I know
you, Roy Best," he said. "I know about you and Mary. You want to take her
away from me."
Roy was a short man who walked with the help of a cane. I'd seen him
during the afternoon, sitting in the lounge, t ...
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Memoirs Of A Mountain High
... this rock was indeed as sharp as knives. Somehow no matter
hard climbed; even if successful, this rock always seemed to have the last
say. By this time a month had passed and I was very grateful to have that
one shower on the way to the Gore Range in Colorado. This section of the
course was by far the most demanding, the mountaineering section. Stepping
off the bus in Frisco, Colorado we looked back knowing that we were not to
see civilization for at least a month. There were 8 men and women in my
group from all over the country. Each one had a unique personality not
knowing that we would all become closer to each other than family, possibly
being dependent durin ...
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A Camera's Eye
... sitting there, very proud, very astute. I
can see him running, a tight shot with plenty of leadroom. I could focus
on the dimensions of his solid muscles as they pushed him forward. He
could run unleashed, through a park filled with greens and waters or on a
city sidewalk. He would look so beautiful and natural surrounded by the
dark colors of the city. I can see the scene and I can move on.
My eyes go back to the girl in front of me. I can't stray too long,
I'll be caught surveying my surroundings and accused of not paying
attention. I bring my focus back to her eyes and then her mouth. A close
up of her lips would be a good shot. Forming each word, detailed cur ...
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Personal Writing: Life In Junior High
... circumstances I had to switch school districts. No longer did I see
my friends, I was like a little duck lost in a big pond. There were
different faces, different looks, and a different feel. I can truthfully
say that the first day of school was one of the worst days of my life. I
had never been so far away from my friends. That year, nevertheless, still
saw me pass with a 3.5 grade point average. Still, something was missing.
My best friends were all gone. While they were busy enjoying high
school together, by contrast, it was hard for me to make friends. I was so
caught up at leaving my old friends that being sociable seemed non-existent.
I was insecure ...
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The Fog
... in upper areas will burn off at about noon today.
Well its time to go,
Mrs. Little gets into her car and heads for town.
Noticing a very heavy fog around they area she proceeds with caution when all of a sudden Another car comes out of the fog and slams right into poor Mrs. Little sending her smashing into the steering wheel and knocking her unconsciousness,
It was Mister Jones, who did not slow down in the heavy fog and did not see the stop sign at the intersection; he was thrown through the windshield.
Mrs. Little was rushed to the Hospital and listed in critical condition, gee gee and henry did not get dinner.
Mr. Jones broke both his legs and lost one ...
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Personal Writing: Dreams
... stress is a natural part of life. Living in an ideal world
with no stress or problems is boring. Anger and stress add spice and excitement
to life. People always deal with stress everyday. I am no exception and either
is the future.
Coworkers cheery and happy enters my thoughts when dreaming of the future.
Miscommunications and misunderstandings are unheard of. Every individual is
nice to each other and no one is ever upset. Work atmosphere is quiet and
peaceful. People respecting each one's own opinion. Every day people are on
time and punctual. Work is done on time with no excuses for late work.
The future is full of coworkers' being angry and di ...
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No Need For Drastic Change
... different type of culture, one that is very restricted in possibilities for the future.
Society today has been shaped by the ways people interact with one another. Communities have a unified distinction by population, wealth, and place of living such as city, suburb, or country. Everyone knows the rules and understands what it takes to succeed in the place they live. Lao-Tzu states, “Let go of the law / then people will become honest” Mitchell. 57. 2-3). This is a mere desire of what he would like to happen in his world. But in reality the world would turn into complete chaos if we let go of the laws. People would not understand right from wrong and would fe ...
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Creative Writing: The Murder Case
... division crime report. Kneeling over the body
was the Coroner's crew, rifling through the victim's clothing for
identification and any forensic evidence to help them determine the cause
of death. As if the four-inch gash on the victim's throat wasn't clue
enough as to what killed him.
Jack separated the crowd with his corpulent body and gazed down at the
victim. He looked around the room to determine the possible motive for
this killing.
"Does the victim have a name?", asked Jack to no one in particular.
"The apartment was rented to a Reid Jennings," said one of the
uniformed officers. "The manager has identified the body."
Wally was intervie ...
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Personal Writing: Joining The Track Team
... within the school. I was so psyched; I could not wait until Spring Training began.
So around the middle of March we formed the 1998 North East track team, and I had no clue what I was in store for. Coach Decker and Coach Burke called a meeting for us one Monday afternoon and explained to all of us the hard work and determination that it was going to take to be on the track team, they “would not tolerate anything but 110% from every single person,” and this I was willing to give. So I informed my boss at work that I would no longer be available to work in the afternoons and that I could only come in after 6 o’clock. Practice was to be held immediately after ...
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My Life In Vietnam And The Move To The United States
... we were going to move to the United States of America, and I developed a strong feeling that my life soon would change forever.
After spending nine years in Vietnam, our family moved to a totally different environment. This I knew would be my toughest challenge to date. As a third grader attending a new elementary school in a new country, I felt left out because of my inability to communicate and adapt with the environment. Some kids assumed that I did not understand them at all, so they made rude remarks about me and my race. I understood them, maybe not completely, but I knew the intent of their messages. All that I had was my Apple II computer at which I j ...
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