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Creative Writing: Haunted Mansion
Number of pages: 4 | Number of words: 873.... someone yelling and pleading. I grew scared but then noticed
it wasn't a person. It looked like a hologram, but you could see and hear
him. He seemed to be pleading for his life. I could not see whom he was
talking to, but I don't think it was a person. The man was balding and
looked like he was in his upper forties. He was saying, "I am sorry for
coming into your house. I thought it was empty. Please! Please! Let me go.
I won't say anything; I didn't see you murder him. No! Don't! Ahhhhhhh!
Stop..." Then he fell to the floor after I heard a sickening crack. I raced
out of .....
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The Gold Fish And The Fisherman
Number of pages: 2 | Number of words: 480.... walking down the trail
to their fishing boats they started a conversation.
"Hey, today's weather is very good eh? I bet there will be a lot of
fish," said Sun.
"It's hard to say nowadays. During this season we can't tell if there
will be any fish," replied Ko.
"Yes, I agree. During the last few days it appeared as though the
fish were all hiding. You're lucky that you only have a wife to feed while
I have a whole family to take care of. Sometimes my whole family had to
starve if there was no fish.", said Sun.
"Don't say that. To me I think we're all t .....
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Vietnam
Number of pages: 2 | Number of words: 441.... I am constantly numb with the fear that I will have to kill another human being, or worse I myself will be shot and killed. How could my family and Abbey deal with this? Everyone here hates the war and just wants to go home to their families. Everyday dozens of men are shot or killed by land mines, and I am really becoming depressed. I have seen so many men die just inches away from me. All I can think of is that could be me. I have come to the conclusion that war is the most awful and barbaric thing that anyone would ever have to go through, and I hate it.
One night, in my .....
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Creative Writing: The Substitute
Number of pages: 2 | Number of words: 465.... the duffel bag. She stopped and seemed to hesitate for a second
slowly scanning the room as if to check that she was alone. She went back
to her foraging and before long she had pulled from the bag a small black
box. Engraved with the letters P, O, and another letter that I could make
out were on the cover of the box. The final detail that I noticed about the
box was that there was a small socket on one side. After setting the box
down on the desk she took out more items from the bag, a gas mask and a box
of matches. The mask and the box snapped together and she .....
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Personal Writing: Myself And Tennis
Number of pages: 4 | Number of words: 850.... waiting to fish. Dressed in gloves and a
blue Adidas wind suit with more layers than you can count underneath I
wonder why I am here. Usually at this point I am wishing I were in bed
A few others my age are there as well. I am not the only one that
some people call crazy. After an hour of drills, sprints, running, and
laughing everyone races back to their cars to try to get home and then get
to school on time. We all have hands like ice sickles, are hungry as a
horse, have feet like ice, and our noses look like Rudolf. I rush home
take a three second shower eat .....
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Creative Essay: Moldy Bread
Number of pages: 2 | Number of words: 437.... than that, as they believe this could trigger world peace, and would rather have all the credit to themselves. They are certain that there is no harm in long term mould digesting, but they state they are not 100% sure, as further tests are to be held. A man was seen leaving the A Crock research centre Late yesterday afternoon, but would not comment on his identity or part in researching the bacterial growth. With the crowd of reporters surrounding him, he seemed to find it hard to shut his car door with his third arm. People have been observed acting strange since this ne .....
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Personal Writing: My Senior Prom
Number of pages: 3 | Number of words: 775.... appetite of all in
attendance. The hickory smell of beef stood out to draw everyone near. The
shrimp had a salty smell with a hint of ocean water. The bell peppers, both
green and red, had a tart smell, compared to their fleshy counterparts. My
taste buds watered, but nothing could compare to the next course I was about to
see.
After devouring the hors d'oeurves, the main course was set before us.
The arrangements of Chinese styled meats, rice, and vegetables were scrumptious.
The roasted chicken with its dry skin was covered by an orange sauce with green
onions glued to .....
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Autobiography Of Marina Pitkowski
Number of pages: 3 | Number of words: 804.... 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 got me small gifts every once in a while. Truthfully, I didn't even know that we had been poor until I was much older. But my father got lucky when I was about eight years old, and he got a wonderful job, that set us on the right track.
Yet, I was always a gifted singer. I was only about five when my mother saw my .....
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