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Term Papers on Creative Writing
Creative Writing: A Dream Come True
Number of words: 973 - Number of pages: 4.... late as usual. I ran to the bus stop with my briefcase. My tie flew in the
morning wind. Only thing that I hoped was that I would not be late to work, I
had been warned couple of times about me being late. Luckily the bus too was
late as usual.
As I was boarding the bus I looked up for a vacant seat. What I saw then
was quite unbelievable. Instead of looking for an empty seat I was perving on a
beautiful woman. She looked to be in her early 20s. The most outstanding feature
she had was her attractive blue eyes. Her clear eyes did really amaze me. She
had fair s .....
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Personal Writing: My Room
Number of words: 859 - Number of pages: 4.... Southern Europe, Africa, and America, and each have a special
meaning and value to me.
Below this array of seemingly ancient things sits the large Sony
stereo system I received for my birthday this year. This hulk of machinery
adds contrast to the display above it as well as giving my room high-
quality sound. A turn to the left now unveils a bookshelf containing: all
of my hardback books, my alarm clock, my trophies and ribbons, and most of
my CD's and tapes. This storage space is really an unnecessary extra but
it does help keep my room from .....
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Personal Reflection: John F. Kennedy's Assassination
Number of words: 478 - Number of pages: 2.... After the Holstein cows were milked, she once again fixed herself in front of the noise box.
My mother was mesmerized by the disturbing set of events. In all her years, she had never experienced anything this horrible. She sat, glued to her spot in front of the television, and cried. Over and over again, she watched the replay of the shooting and would cry some more. Walter Cronkite’s voice echoed throughout her modest home, repeatedly recounting the tragedy.
Two days later, her entire family gathered at her grandmother’s home for dinner. My mother refused .....
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Creative Writing: The Person Behind The Mask
Number of words: 827 - Number of pages: 4.... as an accountant in a
big company. Nobody knew him better than by name, and nobody cared. He just sat
there behind his desk, working, day after day, week after week. He was an «
every chief's dream.» But he was also a lonely man with no friends who would
say; "How are we today?" His colleagues envied him, so they froze him out. He
could see the guys meet in a corner. Whispering and giving him looks. He tried
to be a pal, but they didn't want him to. He was the average guy, with average
pay and an average apartment. But he wasn't miserable. Of course he'd .....
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Creative Writing: Slavery
Number of words: 229 - Number of pages: 1.... not talk to each other. As a matter
of fact, we only talked to people we knew. We barley had a chance to talk to
others because we were hard at work. Because of the treatment and conditions of
life, we were shy.
As I said, these conditions of life were horrible. For example we were
beaten and abused by our master because we dropped a glass full of water. I was
hurt physically and mentally. Like I said we were abused and beaten by our
master.
We were not only beaten and abused, but we were also hard workers. We
can do a lot in a day. I picked crops and cooked food for the master and his
family. .....
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Creative Writing: There Isn't Much Time
Number of words: 641 - Number of pages: 3.... who dropped out of school
because of bad grades. As his friend, I knew he was doing fine until the period
of final exams. He was a smart and responsible person which laziness is not a
factor of his bad grades. Eric could not pick up the books soon enough before
the exam because he was afraid of failure. Since Eric's older brothers had
achieved excellence academic records and great careers, Eric' parents expected
him to follow his brothers' foot step. As the result, Eric was afraid to try
because he feared to fail his parents' expectation. When he realized the .....
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Creative Writing: When I Was A Kid
Number of words: 1640 - Number of pages: 6.... stories, as
the hero approaches some haunted house (or some other terror) you can shout,
"Don't go in there! Stay away!" People moving into Norwalk have no such luck;
they move into the charming town without a clue of it's underlying sickness and
disagreeable citizens.
One of my first discoveries was the river that passed through the middle of town.
I was only a kid, maybe ten, when I started fishing by the edge of the river.
It wasn't easy finding the perfect location; this was a place where I would
want to be alone, a place to get away from the unhappiness t .....
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Life: The Personal Experience
Number of words: 623 - Number of pages: 3.... help them, we quickly got off the van and helping the fire fighters and
the cops to pull people out of that vans, I saw lot of our church friend got
burned to death and some other just crushed by Small pieces. Everyone is in
tears including the police and fire fighters. After the rescue, we find out
most of people in that van died, but some in serious condition.
After that accident, I learned that life is meaningless, and learned that
we should help others while we can. My goal was to let God into my life. It
was one of the most relaxing and peaceful thi .....
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