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Creative Writing: The Legend Of Sweating Moose-Balls
Words: 481 / Pages: 2

.... to the village, telling of white men in their forest. Sweating Moose-Balls took his ten best warriors with him to avenge the death of their families. They came into view of the enemy, and Sweating Moose-Balls recognized one of them. The man was old now, but he had been the one who had killed his father. The other ten warriors also recognized him, along with a few of the older men. Wanting revenge, the tribe encircled the men and moved in. Soon, the white men were trapped, and they noticed. Sweating Moose-Balls stepped forward, and spoke to the first old man. "You are the one who killed my father." he said. "yes, and we want to apologize. Your .....


Person Essay On Charles
Words: 609 / Pages: 3

.... So around 3:30am we got tired and went to lie down. As soon as we laid down Charles asked if he could take his shirt off and if I would scratch his back. I told him sure. So he did and that's when he told me he had an itching disease and I wouldn't be able to stop scratching his back until it stopped itching him. Well, with a little alcohol in me I believed him. I laid there for 2 ½ hours before I realized he had fallen asleep and went to sleep myself. On Monday on school I saw Charles and asked him how his itching disease was. He just looked at me grinned and chuckled. That's when I realized he had pulled a fast one on me. It didn't take m .....


Personal Writing: Letter To The Future From 1996
Words: 997 / Pages: 4

.... when we first got him. We knew as soon as we saw him looking out at us from his little kennel that we had to have him. I like shooting, Clay Pigeon shooting and Air Rifle Shooting. For Clay Pigeon Shooting I have a 12 bore shotgun. To have a shotgun you need a shotgun license. Just recently there has been an outcry for a ban on privately owned handguns after the Dunblain massacre, which was when a lunatic broke into a school and gunned down a class of children and their teacher. It was tragic. The shooting I do is just for sport and is well supervised., this handgun ban could also bring a tightening on getting a shotgun license so it woul .....


Personal Writing: Working Experiences From School And Community Service Projects
Words: 634 / Pages: 3

.... in such activities often lack team working and people person skills. Participating in school and community services projects has also helped grow. By doing such projects I have been able to get an excellent feel for what the real world is like. This enables me to make more conscientious decisions as a student and even after I graduate. I feel it has given me a lot of necessary experience that will help me accomplish my future goals and prepared me for the real world t. Some of the advantages that spreadsheets have over hand held calculators are; it is very inconvenient to deal with more numbers and as your calculations become more complex .....


The Safety Inspector
Words: 269 / Pages: 1

.... objects for the safety of the students and the faculty. I have also observed the following safety objects present in the regarded room. Fire blanket, fire extinguisher, fire shower, first-aid kit, an apron, eye goggles, and an eye shower. I am very concerned in the following situations. If a fire spread throughout the classroom, there are no sprinklers to extinguish the fire only a fire extinguisher. Another situation is if someone were to use the fire shower, there would be no drain for the water to go to, thus a very slippery floor that is unsafe. When the teacher is conducting experiments in the front of the room, there is no glass wall to .....


Personal Writing: My Most Memorable Experience
Words: 791 / Pages: 3

.... youngest siblings whom were frolicking around together with their toys in the back of the car. My dad refused to stop for food until noon. It was 11:30, yet 30 minutes seemed like an awful long time 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 i .....


Problems With A Happy Ending
Words: 326 / Pages: 2

.... a small price to pay for their constant companionship. However, they were troublemakers who tried to involve me with their misdeeds. I always managed to escape, being the innocent one, until now. They had convinced me to take my first cigarette and policemen nearby caught us. I could not escape because of the cigarette's strong smell. It was a small offence to my friends, a big one to my parents and an eye opener for me. My father was raged, my mother was crying, and I saw that they actually cared about my doings. They were concerned for me after all. With a hint of tears in his eyes, my father turned to my weeping figure and asked once again, i .....


Creative Writing: My Grandfather
Words: 898 / Pages: 4

.... killed by lightning. They lived in the poor part of the city. The thing he remembers most about his mother is that she was a free spirit. His dad left when he was three because he couldn't take care of any one, not even himself. He recalled that John told lots of tall stories; something that grandpa does often. His first school was in California and it was a two room school house. He had to walk home and there were water snakes in the gutters. One time when he got home, his favorite toy, a refrigerator handle, was missing. Then he noticed that the two trees that were in front of the house were gone. He called the police. When the police got t .....


Celebration Of My 21st Birthday
Words: 1098 / Pages: 4

.... friends. The guys present were our boyfriends. The girls were naturally closer than the guys, since we live together, but, even though we are so close, we usually eat only with our boyfriends. Although this is true, it was still I comfortable, fun atmosphere where we could joke around. It was not necessary for my friends' boyfriends to show up to this party, but, it seemed that they were mere accompaniment to my friends. On this night, we all changed out of our class gear of old, comfortable t-shirts and dirty, blue jeans, and wore the best of our casual clothing. For me that meant my tight black pants, light purple, cashmere sweate .....


Creative Writing: A Sunday
Words: 2335 / Pages: 9

.... She digs her toes in, and rubs her soles into the earth. They say, look at that Jessy getting herself all dirty, Jessy you naughty girl you'll get a chill. Time to go inside, girls. ÐFunny that. Being called girl. Naughty naughty girls wetting themselves and pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with their mouths open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death. Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much. Practised that too in her head over and over in the nights. Listening to them in the corridors. If Mary shits herself again tonight she can sleep in it. Listening to the cries and the calling, I have .....



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