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Creative Writing: Hackers Manifesto
Number of pages: 3 | Number of words: 559.... a smart ass... Or doesn't like
teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're
all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through
the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is
sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is
found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here...
even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them
again...
I know you all... Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike. .....
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Creative Play: A Royal Life
Number of pages: 3 | Number of words: 573.... our time. These things are very expensive and only royalty such as ourselves
can afford such a luxury.
LAUREN: Say, do you know what's for dinner tonight?
JADIE: Silly girl! Its what we have every night in the castle Ingvey,
Everything! A feast of huge proportions. Bread, cheese, meat, fish, vegetables…
all made fresh by the peasants this morning. Yes, what a glorious time to live.
LAUREN: And you people (looking at the class) would you care to join us
in our feast?
THE PEASANTS LIFE:
BEEF: This is what most of the people in the renaissance lived like,
p .....
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ABC Book
Number of pages: 5 | Number of words: 1106.... If only he hadn't had a couple of drinks before operating on
his patient, he might not have accidentally killed him.
Everyone was dead when the police got to the Island. Nobody could figure out
what happened. The police did not find any suicide notes and searched the
island a couple of times. The police found no-one in hiding and were left open-
mouthed and clueless.
Fred Narracott was the boatman who took everyone to the island on his boat. As
he told the police, as far as he knew he was the only one who had taken anyone
over to the Island.
General Macarthur, loved w .....
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Personal Writing: My Most Memorable Experience
Number of pages: 3 | Number of words: 791.... and my stomach had been craving
something, anything, for at least an hour. The hunger was uncontrollable,
an almost eerie feeling, one you get before riding a roller coaster, came
to me. No one else seemed to complain, so I attempted to ignore the issue
by putting myself to sleep.
Over 45 minutes had past before I was awaken so abruptly by the
grasp of my dad large hand on my shoulder. "Time for lunch!" quaintly said
with a jolly cheer hidden deep in his voice. One after another we trickled
from the car, emptying quite quickly. I took a large deep breath of what I
assum .....
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Creative Writing: The Missed Fly Ball
Number of pages: 5 | Number of words: 1299.... it to the first basemen. The throw was not any
better then the catch. It landed 5 feet short and by the time the first basemen
recovered the runner had rounded third base and was at least halfway home. The
runner did score on a close play at the plate. The run gave the other team a
two run advantage going into the sixth inning, which was the last in midget
league. I knew at this point I was going to have a hard time facing the other
guys on the team after this big let down. It also made me decide to quit
baseball all together. Since quitting baseball at such a early .....
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Creative Writing: One More Basket
Number of pages: 3 | Number of words: 819.... got a call form her new coach. He said practice was
on Tuesday. She was so happy. Now she knew she could make new friends.
That Tuesday she went to practice. It wasn't as she expected. As she
walked in, all the girls started whispering. Jenny didn't have any doubt
what it was about. All the girls started doing lay-ups and before Jenny
knew it, practice was over. Jenny went to practice after practice and soon
found that she wasn't that bad.
"Okay Pirates," coach announced. "Tomorrow is our first game. Come
over after practice and get your uniform. Remember girls, .....
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Personal Writing: An-Yang
Number of pages: 3 | Number of words: 651.... watered in anticipation of the savories to
come.
One particular afternoon, after we had finished eating, we draped ourselves
around her living room. I was sitting on a dilapidated couch, whose colors were
made indiscernible by time, and was looking around her room. My gaze swept from
the thin, worn carpet, bare in some places, to the scarred wooden dresser, to a
dirty doll with an eye missing. (My grandmother could never bear to throw
anything away). She came and sat down next to me, taking my hand in hers. The
tight braid at the nape of her neck was coming undone. W .....
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A Day In The Life
Number of pages: 4 | Number of words: 871.... me since my time began. I was never considered a cute little sister to be cuddled, but someone who was born to be the butt of their jokes.
Once I have showered and dressed, I venture into the kitchen to see if there is a quick breakfast that can be prepared between the time I put the kettle on until the time it boils. My mum will be up to her armpits with potato and carrot peelings and there will be various pans bubbling and hissing on the stove. A chicken, a leg of lamb, or roast beef will be roasting away in the oven. My mum will launch into an in depth, analytical conve .....
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