My Daughter’s Birthday I was almost nine months pregnant at the beginning of September‚ the summer coming to an end‚ but nonetheless‚ the bun in the oven was cooking on very high temperatures making me feel hot and miserable. As I waited in the doctor’s office for my weekly routine visit‚ I thought to myself‚ “I have two more visits left before I meet my sweet baby girl.” My doctor told me that due to the presumed size of my baby if I did not go into labor by the next morning‚ she was going
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Composition 2 Descriptive Although worn out and beaten thin‚ my favorite t-shirt reigns supreme. Its rugged exterior presents a shabby disposition. Many new t-shirts have found their way into the velvet lined drawers of my antique armoire. None stand in comparison against the weathered softness of my favorite t-shirt. Folds of cotton threads have been pulled and stretched from their original contour. Nevertheless‚ its flaws are cherished. Block letters that once read Nike are barely recognizable
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palm tree‚ and the circle of the sun. Initially‚ I was only going to poke the holes around the wave‚ but in order to give the composition more balance i did it with the other major objects as well. After outlining everything‚ I began to paint. I used my finger for a lot of the blending and I really enjoyed how easily the oil paints spread and blended
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in agony‚ bones crunch‚ horses fall. My lance shatters upon the first impact sending splinters of wood everywhere. The man who took the blow dies almost instantly. I draw my sword and continue through the battle killing the enemies around me. I take an arrow to the side but it is deflected by my armor. I continue weaving in and out striking any enemy I see. I take very few hits and most are deflected by my armor but a few leave some cuts that will add to my scars from a life of battle. The enemy
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Descriptive paper Mercedez 1 How It Feels To Be in a Live Poker Tournament About five years ago I used to date this guy‚ whose mother loved to go to the casino. When I first heard about her going‚ I just couldn’t understand why she would get so excited about going there. She would come home and say how she had the best time and how she got so lucky. She claimed that her son would give her luck and other small things that she would do‚ to claim she received luck that night. I would just look
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Drive There is a full moon. It is pitch black and raining outside. As I lookdown the street I can see the fog setting only feet away from me. It is on this evening when my curiosity gets the best of me. I want to know why my mother never allowed me to go down Cedar Crest Drive. I’ve heard many stories about a haunted house down there. The stories‚ however‚ have varied. I heard somebody had been gruesomely murdered in there. I also heard that a young man had starved himself to death. I heard
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My home is a special place to me. It is not only my happy place‚ but it is also a place where I can also feel other emotions. This house is special to me because it is the first home that my mother and stepfather bought together. Before my stepfather came into my life it was just my mom and I. My mother and I had never lived in a house before. We always lived in either an apartment or a trailer. Moving into a house was something new and exciting for us. I remember standing in the driveway‚ taking
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Playing the board game Sorry with my grandmother and sister‚ I draw a seven and knock both of my grandmother’s pieces off the board. “You’re just vicious”‚ she alleged in a joking voice. As unimportant as that day might’ve been‚ I know that not all people would even play the board game with their grandchildren. Sue Straw was born on August 11‚ 1958. She had eight siblings‚ and she would give birth to my mother on March 19‚ 1978. My Grandma is special to me because she is generous‚ dependable‚ and
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My Grandmother’s House My grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. I lived with my grandmother for many years when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. When walking in the front door of her house‚ there is a stairway as long as the Red River. It leads to the main hallway of the house. The strong smell of cigarette smoke would tickle my nose by the time I made it to the hallway. My grandmother’s house was always
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coffee tickled the tip of my nose just seconds before a noise so loud roared in my ear like a fire engine screaming through my bedroom. As I wiped the grit from last night’s sleep from the corners of my eyes‚ the bright light hit them. I slung my arm like an elephant trunk on top of the alarm to find the snooze button. I heard a faint voice in the background calling my name. "Kayla‚ are you up?" echoed down the stairs in the deep male voice of my dad. While stretching my hands and feet to the four
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