Creative Writing Essays and Term Papers
Category: / Literature / Creative Writing
the night, it was a treacherous one. A rolling fog covered the land, one couldn't see twenty feet ahead, but in the still, quiet night, sound carried for a mile. They began their trek in the early evening, the sun had yet to dip below the horizon.…
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and everybody would wake up to a new morning. Today was a special day in October, for the sun did not rise and the moon did not set and everyone woke to a full moon. During the night the sun had mysteriously vanished and this inscrutable incident enerv…
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our difference
which did not exist.
(Betsy Warland)
An important ingredient inherent in a successful mother-daughter relationship is balance. Like the scales of justice, maintaining equilibrium requires work. The special bond between…
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boat. I was excited when my dad had
asked me if I wanted to go this weekend. We departed that Saturday morning after almost
a week of sheer anticipation, our destination, Port Canaveral, home of of some of the best
fishing on the east coast…
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Scotland, I came upon a pop machine, I had no money, and because of my strong moral values, I felt I could not force it open with a stick or break it with a rock, because that was wrong. As I sat there leaning against it, I pondered how I could get…
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States Air Force straps on his G-suit and goes over his
mission briefings one last time. He walks out into the
hanger and awaits his chariot. The SR-71 Blackbird, the
fastest plane in the world with it's twin turbine engines
and slick…
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outskirts of the town, when we saw an old house on top of a hill. I wanted to take a closer look at it, but John looked a little spooked, and mumbled something about not wanting to go there.
I convinced him that there was nothing to be afraid of, it's…
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our town would ever forget.
This was the night our town would learn about the deadly results of drunk driving.
It had all started about a week before the incident when talk began about a party
that would take place at Tom Goodrich's house. Tom's…
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York. The smog ridden streets were filled with people. On a quiet little street corner, there was a small shop owned by Harvey Goldstein. Mr. Goldstein was a well-to-do merchant. He traded in all sorts of imports, and was generally a moral man.…
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didn't have enough money to buy her a present.
"Well," Jim thought, "if I don't have a watch then why should I have a chain for one?" So, he sold his watch
chain in order to have money for Della's present. "Now, what do I buy Della?" he asked himself…
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