• Creative Writing: a Day at the Park
    Creative Writing: A Day at the Park It was a day I was subconsciously waiting my whole life for, but I didn't realize it until it was happening. The day was August 8, 1996, just 25 days before my son's first birthday. The Texas Rangers, my favorite baseball team, were in town to play the K.C. R...
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  • First Day of School
    It was the first day I stepped into secondary school. It was the place I had never been to. Feeling ebullient, I said to myself, “ Hooray! I have finally grown up! ” The new place put me in an eccentric mood. However, it was my ideal school as it had three tennis courts with complete facilities....
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  • The First Day of School
    he First Day of SchoolT It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there was a slight breeze in the air. I stepped out of my mom red shiny CRX as she said 'Good Luck' to me. I forced up a weak smile as I shoved the door, and it made a noise as it closed. I took a deep breath an...
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  • My First Day of School
    I have been reading in Beaconhouse Sri Inaigot up early in the morning of 8th July to get myself prepared. With my tutor I started towards my new school. On the way it began to rain. When we reached the school we were completely wet. Secondary School for four years. I still remember my first day at...
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  • First Day of School
    First Day of School It can be a strange thing when a memory from the past can remain so clearly in your mind after a considerably long period of time. One of the best examples I can offer would be my first day of primary school. It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and ther...
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  • First Day of School
    John Smith October 04, 2006 Narrative Essay First Day of School In my opinion, the first day of school has the biggest impact on the way a person will eventually turn out in the future. I remember one boy, David Pete, whom on his...
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  • My First Day Of School
    Autobiography My first day of school, I was the happiest kid on planet earth first of all, because I was no longer staying at home, I was wearing a uniform and I had my first “Jansport” backpack. I remember it was black with many zippers. I also remember when I was bored at home I always opene...
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  • Creative Writing: the First Day
    Creative Writing: The First Day By : Sarah Johns It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there was a slight breeze in the air. I stepped out of my moms red shiny CRX as she said ‘Good Luck' to me. I forced up a weak smile as I shoved the door, and it made a woosh noise a...
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  • Creative Writing: the Most Important Day of My Life
    Creative Writing: The Most Important Day of My Life The most important day of my life had just happened recently. It all started out when some friends and I were bored. We wanted to do something that was fun and cool which also happened to be very bad. We decided we were going to make a...
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  • Creative Writing: Destroying Racism
    Creative Writing: Destroying Racism As the snow covered the house that my grandma occupies, I looked out the window to the neighbor's front door, their mailbox, and the circular driveway they had. It was just another home, where kids could build a snowman or throw snowballs on the front lawn. Bu...
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  • Creative Writing - World War I: Letter Home
    Creative Writing - World War I: Letter Home Dear Mum, How are you getting on? I hope that Dad's cold is better. Send my best wishes to everyone! I am writing to you from the barracks of our regiment. My training is going well; I have many good friends here, and although the training I have been...
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  • Creative Writing: the Fossilized Story of Mr. Allosaurus
    Creative Writing: The Fossilized Story of Mr. Allosaurus As the mud starts to surround me I am no longer able to breathe. I catch my last gasp of air and feel a few last raindrops fall on my head. I say goodbye to my Earth and my land. My mouth and lungs fill with mud that travels throughout m...
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  • Creative Writing: the Nightmare
    Creative Writing: The Nightmare It all began one day when I was over my friend Susan's house. Her parents had just left for vacation to Texas, leaving her home by herself. I was allowed to stay that weekend while her parents were away. Susan and I were sitting down eating when she got a call f...
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  • Creative Writing: the Highwayman
    Creative Writing: The Highwayman Their journey to London was not a long one, but in the night, it was a treacherous one. A rolling fog covered the land, one couldn't see twenty feet ahead, but in the still, quiet night, sound carried for a mile. They began their trek in the early evening, the s...
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  • Creative Writing: My Summer Off
    Creative Writing: My Summer Off Memory can be so fickle. Like some great book that is slowly loosing its pages, you begin with an entire novel full of details and descriptions and, if you're not careful, you end up with nothing more than the cover and the brief synopsis on the back page. My nov...
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  • The Catcher in the Rye: Creative Writing Assignment
    The Catcher in the Rye: Creative Writing Assignment Why the hell do so many people's lives revolve around some stupid football games played on a Sunday afternoon. I mean, do people actually enjoy watching a bunch of overgrown morons bang into each other for 3 hours? There are sometimes when I a...
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  • Creative Writing: a Dream Come True
    Creative Writing: A Dream Come True Chad Jay Yr.11 There I was, sitting on my bed at 2:30 am. Wondering about the dream I just had. Not only was it stupid, but I have never had such a weird dream. It was really different. The dream was about a little dog. The dog was walking on my chest, while I...
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  • Creative Writing: the Meadow
    Creative Writing: The Meadow On a crisp autumn afternoon, I sat idly under an enormous oak tree watching as a whirlwind whisked across the rolling hills of the meadow. As it passed by me, the whirlwind scooped up a dormant pile of leaves lying next to the oak tree. The leaves appeared...
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  • Creative Writing
    Creative Writing My boredom lingered on despair as I sit at home alone wondering what my friends are doing at school. I wouldn't be in this situation if I would have stayed out of trouble. My antics got me suspended from school, and enough trouble with the law that they had me on house arrest....
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  • Creative Writing: No Coins Please
    Creative Writing: No Coins Please Hi ! My name is Artie, but please, call me "A". Okay, now a little about myself. I am an 11 year old, short, I have brown eyes and brown hair. I am quit and love to make money. Because it was summer, my mother thought it would be a good idea to send me on...
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