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Term Papers on Creative Writing
A Modest Essay
Number of words: 499 - Number of pages: 2.... army ants. I play
bluegrass cello, I was scouted by the Mets, I am the subject of numerous
documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I
enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical
appliances free of charge.
I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics
worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire.
I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine
and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toure .....
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Personal Writing: My Autobiography
Number of words: 490 - Number of pages: 2.... and I often stayed with my aunts while Mom and
Grandmother worked. When I was four, Mom got remarried, and we moved to
Jacksonville, North Carolina. We lived in a duplex for six months, just
long enough for the three of us to find a house. Then we moved only five
miles away to a place I could finally call “home.” In August of 1988, I
started kindergarten, at Swansboro Primary School. In October of that
same year Mom gave birth to my sister Kira. In 1990, to my sister Kristy
was born. The next year went on to Swansboro Elementary School, where I .....
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Creative Story: The Crash
Number of words: 301 - Number of pages: 2.... and the plane rolled onto
it's right side and plummeted to the snow covered ground.
Bob awoke, not knowing how long he was out, hoping that some one had
received his frantic calls for help. After a day he decided to try and hike out,
he took everything he could carry. He made good distance during the day but at
nightfall he knew it was over; the temperature had fallen below negative fifty
mark.
The rescuers sent out search parties and finally found him in his
sleeping bag next to a burnt out fire. They had been looking for weeks, this is
what they had expe .....
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Creative Story: Fast Eddie
Number of words: 4417 - Number of pages: 17.... fighting. She thought it would be good to grow up
near relatives. She never knew what was in store for us all. No one knew except
the scientist and interfering generals who were developing project "UnderNet".
The national/global computer network that was going to make our lives simpler by
linking the regional infrastructure management computers. It made sense to have
a system where electricity was diverted from one grid to another were it was
needed more. Same with all the other resources of man.. fuel, water, food, and
even surplus peoplepower in the for .....
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Personal Writing: A Terrible Time
Number of words: 766 - Number of pages: 3.... began beating on my no tender skin.
I had not even noticed that my nose had been broken when the air
bag inflated. My mom had noticed that my nose was bleeding and called out
half dazed, “Albert get out now the car is going to explode!” Now I had
been to shocked to really get scared but when I heard those words fear
crawled down my neck like a spider. I looked at my door and that is when I
got really scared in the crash it had been ruined so badly you couldn’t
open it at all. I knew I was going to die at that very moment and tried to
make peace with God .....
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Personal Writing: The Evaluation Of My Coaches
Number of words: 824 - Number of pages: 3.... 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 practice. I
prefer the nice-guy coaching method during practice. .....
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Personal Writing: Christmas Memories
Number of words: 548 - Number of pages: 2.... and gladly inviting us into the house. As my family and I are
quickly made comfortable, I look around.....
Plates full of Christmas pastries, Christmas decorations, and
Christmas music lightly penetrates the air as the family socializes with
each other. The constant murmer of the voices, serves as a background for
the music. My cousins are running making their laps around the living room
while playing tag and laughing to their hearts content.
I hear a voice saying "My have you ever grown up!" I turn to my
left and stand up to address my complimenter. .....
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Creative Writing: In An Oldster's Mind
Number of words: 1498 - Number of pages: 6.... would roll, roll and roll. This time is unusual
because my head is crashing the fence of the bed. It is not much painful. The
crash stops me rolling but starts me getting recall of my friend, Angus. At a
time, my brain is working like a computer loading an enormous file. A picture is
appearing - a guy is walking towards me and gives me his saber. The saber is
sharp and shiny, it reflects an intensive light to my eyes. My eyes shutter
reluctantly. I see my school, my night school. I am glad that this recall is not
being erased. I remember that Angus sat beside me. .....
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