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Essays on Creative Writing |
Advice I Often Receive From Parents
... or do something that they don't really enjoy in order to make their
parents proud.
The problem with saying "as long as you do you best" is that when I know
I could have done a better job, I have a sort of guilty feeling. I hate it
when I get a mediocre mark or fail in something and my parents say "as long
as you tried your hardest." It gets quite annoying when I second guess
myself about what I could have done. However, when I know I did the work
as well as I could and it isn't a good mark, I don't worry about it as much
as some people might.
In conclusion, the piece of advice that I receive most often from my
parents is basically a good one, an ...
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Creative Writing: An Unforgivable Choice
... 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
some christmaspresents with me?” Lucinda asked. “I don't know -maybe some
of the shopasistents will recognise me, and I'm really not supposed to go
with s ...
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Creative Writing: The Chase
... Corvette
conveniently located in a pre-arranged spot just behind the rail road tracks
near Market St. at I-15. Efficiently he removed all traceable evidence of his
existence from the Bronco. Now heading in the opposite direction he was
originally going, he and his package continued the chase already in progress.
Entering onto the interstate he planned on obtaining a very large lead on his
pursuists furthering his immunity from an almost inevitable prison cell, where
he almost certainly would end up if apprehended. At this very quick speed he
increased his lead and put himself out of danger. After half an hour, he exited
in a conspicuous place where his hide-out ...
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Personal Writing: Salvation
... But I must say that a wonderful transformation has taken place! There is a noted change in my demeanor from the embittered woman that I had been before. I see the world through different eyes. Through my quest, I have learned that religion cannot fill the void in my heart. It takes a person to fill that void and that person is Jesus Christ. Salvation is not found in religion, but in a relationship with Him. Jesus said, "Ï am the way and the truth and the life no one comes to the Father except through me"(John 14:6). Now my life has meaning and purpose.
My walk with Christ has been very fulfilling. It has not been only happy events. In fact, I have encounter ...
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Creative Writing: No Coins Please
... 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
someone was tailgating our van.
The next morning, in Central Park, the director gave a speech telling what
they would be doing for the next few weeks.
By ...
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The Witness
... Joel stepped into the driver’s seat and eased the car off down the road.
The boy, Adam Martins had witnessed what was turning out to be the most important case in the state’s history, and after the FBI had uncovered the Mafia link they were left with no choice but to take Adam into safety. They presumed that the Mafia was watching every move made by Adam and his family, and the FBI couldn’t risk telling the boy’s mother or any other family members. Adam sat in the backseat, squeezed between two agents. He was confused, still half asleep and luckily, very quiet.
The dark car turned off the freeway and drove carefully down what seemed an unused dirt track. They were t ...
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The Change
... 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 light,
breathing in cold, fresh, and pure air, absent contaminated, and seeing no
signs of humanity only solemn nature is as a moving and uplifting
experien ...
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Personal Writing: A Terrible Time
... to the gutter. In the gutter I suddenly heard BAM!
That was when we hit the first tree. Some how we spun around the gutter
again and hit me side once more. The door cracked like a egg and the hash
rain began beating on my no tender skin.
I had not even noticed that my nose had been broken when the air
bag inflated. My mom had noticed that my nose was bleeding and called out
half dazed, “Albert get out now the car is going to explode!” Now I had
been to shocked to really get scared but when I heard those words fear
crawled down my neck like a spider. I looked at my door and that is when I
got really scared in the crash it had been ruined so badly you couldn’t
o ...
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Books; Life Long Friends
... seems my favorite characters in my books have always reminded me
a bit of Belle. Belle had a profound effect on me in childhood as well as
later on in life. She was my finest friend throughout grammar and Junior High
school. We fancied relishing our lunches together. Laughing about the boys'
wicked ways and planning our revenge at the ensuing recess. This always made
lunch go by so swiftly. It was hard to tear us apart. Hell, it was hard to
tell us apart. We were both round bodied and a bit out of shape. But I always
saw Belle in a jovial light. She had a merry way about her, and her laugh was
infectious; it reminded me if Christmas bells, tingly, jingling ...
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Creative Writing: Bob's World
... that they could go out on
a date but, he knew there was several reasons why they would not make a good
couple. First Lucille had told him that she did not like it if her boyfriend was
a lot smarter and better at sports than her. After-all they were so different.
She worked so hard to get stuff done while he needed very little time if any at
all. She was the captain of the soccer and basketball teams while, if his knee
was better, he could beat her at any sport. He knew they were just so different
they were fated not to be together.
The two friends chatted their way to school. She talked about her sports
games and practices and how much homework she had while he ...
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