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Essays on Creative Writing |
Personal Writing: Getting Out
... 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
as a hired hand. I worked a virity of hours at the Dariy Queen usually
over lunch and supper, which is when Nathan did not work. By the time we
finished p ...
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An Asian American In America
... field own by the Khmer Rouge and many of them did not received anything to eat until they died.
When my parents had their lives threaten, they decided to go to America, the land of opportunity. We escaped from Cambodia twice, the first time we got caught and were sent to jail for one day. The second time, we escaped into Thailand and stayed there for about one year. My aunt living in the United States decided to bring my family to the United State, so we made the long and tuff struggle to America.
We went to the Philippine Island for six months so that were medically prepared to go to the United States. After six months we were given a departure date. Durin ...
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Father I Love You
... that people stereo-type Hispanic men to be.
He was the quiet, reserved type. I remember the day we found out he had lung cancer. It was hard for the family to except. It was especially hard for my mother. I was only sixteen years old I did not quite understand what was going on with my father’s health. I saw my father go from a well-built six foot two inch construction worker to a skinny very sick man. My mother pulled me aside one day about a week after we all found out he was terminally ill and explained to me what was going to happen. The next day I went to go see him at the hospital. The minute I saw him I started to cry he grabbed my hand and told me “ ...
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Personal Essay: The Drainpipe
... school, and we weren't getting caught. What ever it was, it doesn't
matter because analyzing something takes away the feeling it gives when you
think about it. It was just a great place, and it made me happy, and I don't
know why. That makes it better in a way, just knowing that it had that power.
Everyday, I would meet with a friend at the drain-pipe. That is until a
teacher found us and told us that because we didn't have any adult supervision,
we couldn't eat there anymore. It felt terrible. I wanted to stay there. I had
always thought that adult supervision was outdated by the time we were this old.
We had come to this place to get away from adults and ...
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The "Around The World" Party At College
... the
smoke that was lingering in the air around the house. I was handed a cup by a
friend. Looking into it to see if it had been used, we both shrugged and turned
towards the basement. As I pushed my way through the crowd to look for the
keg I immediately knew it was in the corner because of the crowd surrounding it.
Once I reached the keg, I found myself waiting once again for my beer. The
person who was filling up the cups was not filling them first come first serve.
He would fill the cups of his friends first, then the girls, and then if he had
to fill up his own cup he would. While doing this he was talking his friend
whose job it was to pump the keg whe ...
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Personal Writing: Fortunate To Be In America
... However, as my two older brothers and I matured, we could see
how this once tangible dream began slipping through the fingers of my
parents' out stretched hands. That was just it. Once in America, my
father and mother expected success to land in the palm of their hands.
Unfortunately, it did not. Without a formal education and the ability to
speak English, it was impossible for them to exploit the opportunities that
were presented. I, being the youngest in my family, watched as both my
older brothers began working right out of high school. Thus, they also
have yet to utilize the endless resources that an education has to offer.
As I reflect on the past ...
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Creative Writing: My Idea Of Where The Heck Life Came From
... cats didn't digest
their food very well, and a few small creatures were still alive – caught
in the hairballs. After these cats left, these little martian bugs and
small furry animals resembling monkeys crawled out of the hairballs and
from that evolved into what we know as life today.
Wouldn't my idea of the theory of life work? I mean, they did find
these little microorganisms in the rocks on Mars. Also, bribed sources from
inside the Pentagon and NASA have quoted that they have found bone
fragments of what appear to be little creatures resembling monkeys, and
also these balls of hair with an unknown origin. Really. I Promise. Want
more proof? Remember th ...
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Dragons
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of 30 percent of Americas fires". The O.D.F. considers the purchase of a
dragon plain stupidity.
However, dragons should be acknowledged as good housepets because they
are very useful. Dragons are very useful to lift heavy objects. They are
the strongest animals on earth. Dragons have been known to be great help
for moving families and incredible help for the elderly. Forty percent of
dragon owners are considered to be at an elderly age, and find dragons
quite helpful in their last years. Ninety five percent of those people
wish they had a pet dragon to grow up with. Dragons also are very helpful
when it comes to lighting fireplaces or barbecues ...
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Hopeful Encounter
... of
any life.
Night set in, the stars were obscured by thick blankets of smoke. The
day was done. Stores got ready to lock up and street lights were turned on
to aid the bread winners, so they may travel safely. Few were fortunate
enough to own automobiles so they could avoid the cold dangerous streets
and dark alleyways. Most shops were already abandoned, finished for the
day. Yet few doors were still open, desperate for any last minute
customers. One such shopkeeper was Phil Anderson. Anderson had worked as
a pharmacist for most of his life. At forty, he had little to show for.
The pollution that caused the gradual decay of the city had had negative ...
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Personal Writing: Welcome To Maysville
... for the
elderly or for just a family new to the area.
Shopping in Maysville is not a problem due to the various shopping
centers and the downtown shops with park and go accessibility. With the
shops downtown you can park and the walk where ever you choose with much
convinces. I enjoy shopping in Maysville since we have a variety of stores
to choose from. We have a country club that is full of fun activities to
do including golf. The YMCA is a great place to work out at. With a pool,
running track, weight room, gym, and a daycare for the kids this a definite
place to workout at.
This town has been a home to me for seven years and I have found
the town to h ...
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