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Creative WritingCreative Writing I am a rather elderly man. Of the two I was the most reasonable one. We were always very different; we have been ever since we were born. Our characters were the only thing by which people could tell us apart. I was the more quiet and helpful one; I did a lot of communit...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing Never, when the cards are down, go to the park south of Critchdale. The lights, for one, are always low casting shadow upon shadow onto the ground, which feels as though with every step you are getting closer and closer, to the end. The freshly cut grass pushes the arom...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing I got out of my car and I immediately felt the cool, brisk, autumn wind pounding at my face. As I battled my way towards the entrance, my cheeks and ears were slowly turning pink and beginning to feel a little numb. This was an immense thirty-six-story building, fronted ...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing The distant sound of the bath alarm awoke me; my mother must have wanted a bath. I rolled about lethargically for a couple of minutes before sitting up and getting out of bed. The cyborg housebot was already making my bed, and it soon looked as though no one had ever ...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing All of the sudden a red Dodge Durango speeds past me on the right. He's swerving all over his lane. The tail lights all of the sudden exclaim bright red as his truck almost comes to a complete stop. I approach his truck on the left going about 4 or 5 mph over the speed ...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing Darkness filled the room. The ceiling seemed so high. There were no windows or doors, only the ladder at the side leading up to the basement opening. The walls were cracked and there was a huge ant farm marching across the wall up to the ceiling. There was a broken light...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing It was yet another cold, grim Saturday morning and all I wanted was to stay in my warm, comfy bed. But Saturday mornings meant an eight o'clock start at the pool, an hour of walk-throughs and then two hours of tiring warm-ups and boring routines. As I lay in bed I th...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing It was half past s...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing Julie was perfect. Sh...
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Creative WritingCreative Writing I was awoken by the burning smell of uncle Robs’ dinner, it was left in the oven for when Vince got back from work but he had obviously stayed out as he did on most nights and come back in the early hours of this morning. He would usually turn it off when he arrived h...
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