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Creative WritingI am writing this paper on my life. I am 19 years old and in college. I am still living at home and plan on moving out some time soon. I am a freshman at Phx. college and play for the softball team. School is so different. Highschool was hell for me. I grew up really fast and didn't really stop to s...
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Creative WritingAs I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despit...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing The cool October wind brushed the autumn leaves, making a sharp sound in his ear. It was a simple wind that blew one second and left the next. It was a beautiful sight, Michael...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing My life on the whole is sluggish, from dusk to dawn. At the very moment I stir at daybreak, I always try and recall what day of the week it is. If it's another repetitive weekday...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing I wanted to catch up with him; I needed to catch up with him. Something inside me compelled me to follow him, even though I doubted the possibility of catching him. It...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing How I tried to forget the horrors I had witnessed every day I tried to forget but they were imprinted in my memory a scar on my mind. I had witnessed hundreds of cases the, torture of Juan Laretta was one of the most important but not the most horrific no that was the to...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing The darkness closed in over her. She could feel it getting nearer. Every breath a vicious flash back of her life. "Don't hurt me," she sobbed. "Please don't hurt me". Still he came, closing in on her. The silence was deadly. She huddled against the cold, damp wall, paral...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing My Dad is not a bad sort of bloke. There are plenty who are much worse. But he dose rave on a bit, like if you get muddy when you are playing football, or rip your pants when you are building a den. Stuff like that. Mostly we understand each other and I can handle hi...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing The street lamps dimly lit the rain-soaked streets of the small town in which I live. Terraced houses line each side of the narrow streets and the sound of raindrops on tiled roofs constantly drum in my ears. The streets are totally empty, not even the odd car or person ...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing It was the 11th of September 2001 and was a lovely warm and tranquil morning. Not a lot of people had stirred as it was only 6:00 am but although I had to be at work in half an hour I didn't feel like rushing because I was in one of those lazy moods and I was still a bit...
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