Belonging Creative Writing Another contraction wracked my body‚ with a gush of liquid following. The unbearable pain I was experiencing and the urge to push grew stronger! As I was pulled onto the hospital bed the pain was excruciating and the paramedics rushed me into a delivery room. “Rosie‚ it’s time to push. When the next contraction hits‚ you are going to have to make the most of it‚” the doctor informed me but all I could do was nod. “One’s coming!” I screamed as the pain surged through
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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 was lying on something soft. I think it was a mattress. The puppy walked towards y waist. I knew that it was going to bite. "Get lost". I yelled. The dog remained calm. Now it was standing on my waist
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Creative Writing I have been across mansion floors‚ down swirling staircases‚ tapped along a dance floor and under the seat of very sophisticated restaurants. Maxwell‚ my owner is struck down with the food poisoning‚ I’m almost useless now. I need to travel‚ being cramped up in here makes me very frustrated‚ oh if only I had hands to stop Maxwell from eating that seafood. I wasn’t happy being vomited towards‚ and neither was my twin‚ Prada . My twin is a soleful character‚ always willing to follow
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Operation Fiery Vigil Growing up in the military‚ I was no stranger to picking up and moving from one place to another. By the age of 6‚ I had already flown across the Pacific Ocean four times! I was born on Clark Air Base in the Philippines‚ a large group of tropical islands located in Southeast Asia in the western Pacific Ocean. After my sister was born‚ we were relocated to Carswell Air Force Base near Ft. Worth‚ Texas‚ which is where I spent the first two years of elementary school. From there
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English Writing Dear Diary I am standing alone in a lake. The water is still‚ and there is no one with me - nothing containing any life… and yet I still feel like something is observing me. I can’t hear anything or see through the thick blanket of fog that carries an air of melancholy across the marsh. I am standing alone in a lake. Until I open my eyes. Tranquillity leaves me and I am transported to a place where there is no adequation; where hierarchy takes over and all beings abide by it
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go to the Roman Boys’ fort. We can’t have any non-members around during our meetings! Anyway‚ Phokas is rather old‚ and he has been serving our family for many years. He had even been Father’s personal slave for many years! He also had a great memory. He could tell me details of great deeds that had happened hundreds of years before that I had not even heard
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Chapter One “It wasn’t me!” I shouted. I clenched my hands into tight fists. Why wouldn’t he understand? I almost gave in to the overwhelming urge to give him a solid punch in the face. The front room seemed to disappear. All I could see was Dad’s angry face. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me young man!” Dad barked. He was breathing hard. We were standing so close that I could see the fine hairs on his face. I stared defiantly into his dark eyes and smiled at him. A muscle twitched in his
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handed him a small pistol‚ "it isn’t much‚ but it will give you some protection. Please be careful‚ I love you." Saying his goodbyes‚ Thomas turned to the curtain drawn tight over the window. June 15‚ people call it Broken Moon Day. How creative. June 15th of every
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The crumbling leaves swayed‚ as the winter air crashed against his home. Walking towards his farm‚ William became uncomfortably aware of his surroundings. He grew up in this town‚ spending his days working and adventuring in every niche of the area. For an eighteen year old‚ his journey of life was monotonous. He endeavoured to peregrinate and advance his life- but his next journey was one that caused a nauseous‚ yet prideful feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Please don’t do this Will‚ I need
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finding comfort in routines‚ clinging to anything that felt normal‚ holding on to something of home. At the same time trying to forget‚ trying to push the thoughts away‚ hold them back like the water in the dam they were building. But frequently memories would flood in through cracks in the wall and she would remember. She remembered dirty cobblestones and grey skies‚ the sound of her shoes on the road and the eggs that fell from her hands when the gunfire shot. Wide eyed‚ she had continued on‚
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