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My Trip To China
Words: 254 / Pages: 1 .... us to carry the
luggage. They are very kind to us.
After about 1 hour, traveled by car, we reached home, it was about 1
o*clock, we were very hungry, they*ve already cooked the lunch for us. After
lunch, we walked around in the village . When we back home, we chatted until
dinner was ready. There was on toilet there, so my grandpa and me cannot eat
more and more although all things were very good.
After a terrible night, we went to another village. We went in the bus
about 3 hours, after we reached there, it was about 4:30pm. I don*t think we
could walked around the village again. The house that we lived was designed by
my grandpa, we lived .....
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Autobiography Of Marina Pitkowski
Words: 804 / Pages: 3 .... father, Vladimir. Now it was mine, after all, my father was too sick to come to America, and my mother refused to go without him. She was always very loyal to him.
We went through some low times when 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 wo .....
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Personal Writing: The Evaluation Of My Coaches
Words: 824 / Pages: 3 .... rest of the team and lead us in various
stretches and other warm-ups. The coach was very strict. No horse play or
unnecessary talking or anything else we knew would make the coach mad. Coach
would have us do drills having to do with the plays we ran during the game. If
we made a mistake coach would stop us and make an example of whoever messed up.
He would say, "Did everyone see what Bryan just did? That is what you should
not do." He would then gripe a little and after that we would continue our
practice. I feel that this method of coaching during practice made my teammates
and I closer as a team during the game, but we always dreaded pract .....
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Creative Writing: The Missed Fly Ball
Words: 1299 / Pages: 5 .... up and prepared
to throw. Well the first thing that came to mind was just to fling it up in the
air and hope it makes it to somebody around the base runner. Considering my
previous luck, I just threw 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 t .....
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Dating In Highschool To Real Life Love Situations
Words: 1077 / Pages: 4 .... dated guys
that were one or two years older than them, and my class was no exception.
Accordingly, my closest friends had boyfriends who were also good
friends, in the grade above us. It was all one big circle of girlfriends
and boyfriends. If you didn’t find your own boyfriend or girlfriend,
usually this certain circle would be the ones responsible for intervening
and setting you up with someone. It almost seemed unfair, but that’s just
how things were.
Most of the time I was, unfortunately, the one being set up. It
wasn’t that I couldn’t find anyone, but usually I didn’t want or need a
significant other. Apparently, my friends tho .....
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I Remember
Words: 1524 / Pages: 6 .... of the candles until I was thirteen. Hot wax is very dangerous to be around unless you know what you're doing. If it gets on your skin it will stick to you and burn you very badly. I had to be old enough to know better.
going down into the basement for the first time and seeing all kinds of equipment. There are quite a few things you need to make candles. The first time I helped I only needed scissors, to trim the wicks, and newspaper to wrap the finished candles. As I got older, my tasks increased. Finally, I was able to prepare the molds, pour the wax and color the candles. The main supplies needed to make candles are: wax, molds, wa .....
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War Of The Leather-Orb: A Beowulfian Parody
Words: 522 / Pages: 2 .... the fate-foreseen morning of the helmet match, Coachingwulf, hero of the blues, spoke: "Well Instructgar, my orb-foe, you have spoke of many matches between us but failed to tell of the blue defeat of the orange bearers. It is I who unfalteringly derived the strategies to overpower your helmet-squad upon which you have failed to avenge.
Battle of the Orange and Blue
Late into the last match-quarter of the contest, son of Coachtheow stood before his battle-weary men, tired from the challenge at-hand. The roar of the bevy-clappers was loud now and overpowered Coachingwulf's dialogue-map. Coachingwulf and his bearers of blue bowed their .....
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Creative Story: Everything Ends
Words: 1296 / Pages: 5 .... pushed them all over her body as she lay down on the cold black dirt.
Jennifer became worried that "the man" or one of his "best friends"
would find her. What would she do? She began searching for something sharp -
like a twig or a stone. Her hand enclosed on a smooth metal oval-shaped rock.
Then, she remembered that it was a swiss army knife which she stole from the
house as she made her escape. After shrugging off practicing how to use the
knife, Jennifer concluded that when the time came, she would know how to use it.
Being thoroughly exhausted did not ameliorate her survival instinct. She began
to become indifferent to her anxieties and nee .....
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Creative Writing: Life As A Hummingbird
Words: 656 / Pages: 3 .... wind flowing past. The web glowed gold in the morning sunlight and dew drops
hanging from it shone like liquid fire. A gnat flew too close and I captured it
with a snap of my long tongue. Snaring a long piece of the silk, I immediately
ascended, looking for my tree. My mate was awaiting my return, and was soon
rewarded as I pulled up to the carefully camouflaged nest. I passed the silken
strand over to her and left to find some food.
The humans are very good to us and hang tremendous reservoirs of nectar from
various limbs and rafters. The containers come in all shapes and colors but they
all have red bases. I headed for one of these and saw on .....
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Creative Story: The Lake
Words: 454 / Pages: 2 .... green and ever-so lively lake in front of us. We
stopped and starred in awe. The lake had appeared so shiny and reflective, it
resembled a finely-cut diamond. The rare and distinct fragrance enticed us. It
smelled like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet
grass, to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt.
Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the
kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans rolled up,
and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of grass and mud
into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the paddles, and
floated and s .....
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