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Term Papers on Creative Writing
Phone Call To Bobbie
Number of words: 1841 - Number of pages: 7.... the best time to try to make my excursion. The only problem was at night there are two unarmed guards on watch and only two doors out of the barracks. I knew as a watch standee myself that the rear watch must report to the forward watch every fifteen minutes leaving me plenty of opportunities to come and go and I only needed two. My bed was near the rear of the barracks so I was in luck. I would also have to dress dark to blend into the surroundings. I took my dark blue sweats and a black ski mask and hid them under my blankets.
“Mail call,” yelled the mai .....
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Metamorphous, Relating To A Personal Incident
Number of words: 1959 - Number of pages: 8.... a transparent red but now had become a solid maroon from all
the smoke which stained the plastic, and noticed its simplicity. It
looks like nothing more than a plastic pipe that was only about one and a
half inches in diameter and only about six inches long. The bowl which
rested on top could have been easily assembled at a hardware store. It
amazes me how something could be so simple but still so destructive.
One of the people in the room slowly approached me as the effects of his
artificial happiness wore away. His trembling hands somehow managed to
embrace me .....
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The Immortal Harley Rider
Number of words: 1219 - Number of pages: 5.... path. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed loudly. My five-hundred-pound metal stallion lunged relentlessly toward disaster, even though my right boot stomped hard on the rear brake. The bike fishtailed back and forth as I sought a path around the car – I first veered toward the ditch and then to the opposing lane, but a station wagon was already filling the gap and heading my way and the barb-wire fence and deep ditch barred that route. I laid my gallant monster on its left side and the asphalt screamed in protest and agony as my metallic beast dug furrows into its .....
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Personal Writing: My Holiday
Number of words: 866 - Number of pages: 4.... therefore, I was very restless during the train journey. Even then, I was very excited as it was my first train journey. I kept on looking out of the window and let out loud shrieks every time I saw a monkey in the trees. The scenery was beautiful as the train passed between two mountains. There were trees on either side and I kept on running from one side of the train to another to count the number of monkeys that I could spot during the train ride.
It was an exhausting journey. We got to the hotel, picked up the room keys from the reception and went to sleep .....
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Personal Writing: What I Learned This Semester In English Class
Number of words: 713 - Number of pages: 3.... good. What I used to think deserved an "A" I now realize only does
deserve a "C." Now I have to take my writing more seriously, and try much
harder at producing good output. Also, my goal isn't to write a paper that will
get a good grade. Now, my goal is to write better papers. I write to become a
better writer.
That is, I feel, a very important thing that I learned this semester. I don't
think, "O.K., I have to get at least a B on this paper." Instead, I think,
"O.K., I have to use this assignment to improve my work." This is a much better
approach b .....
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Personal Writing: My Kiwi Experience
Number of words: 416 - Number of pages: 2.... fruit of the kiwi, it felt sticky, almost
not letting my finger go. Next, I rubbed my fingers over the seeds. They
were so close together it was hard to feel one. When I managed to grab one,
I noticed how slick it was. It was smooth with tiny bumps that were almost
invisible to the touch. My hand was drawn to the core next. The core was
spongy and felt like the fruit, smooth and slick.
Next, I decided to listen to the sounds a kiwi could make. I pick
the slice up, and I dropped it with a loud thump. It almost sounded like
water sloshing in your boots. W .....
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Personal Writing: Christmas Memories
Number of words: 548 - Number of pages: 2.... greetings 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: The Fossilized Story Of Mr. Allosaurus
Number of words: 497 - Number of pages: 2.... bones. I
became petrified, because when I was burried under the ground all those years
the groundwater dissolved all my bones. They were then replaced, a molecule at
a time, by the minerals in the water. This long process involved all these
tingly sensations. I felt odd for the longest time, but now I'm a new me!
About 900 years ago I received company from someone up above. His name
is Mr. Wolly Mammoth. Wolly died because of a volcanic eruption, and was
trapped in the burning lava. He's my best buddy and I was so glad he decided to
come join me. We alwa .....
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