Logan White American Civilization/ English 11th Dr. Graves/ Mrs. May-Washington November 15th 2010 The Road to Freedom I be mighty grateful to mistah David Ruggles‚ who be a abolitionist Republican wantin to hear my story and publish a book about me. My name is Elijah White; I was born outside West Point in Bates County‚ Missouri. I worked on my masta’s farm. The farm was called da White farm. It was about forty acres an grew tobacco an hemp. My masta was Colonel Walter Prescott White
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“What the heck is wrong with you? You need help‚” Paxon exclaimed‚ “this isn’t the way you normally act. This isn’t the real you.” DJ‚ Paxon‚ and McKenzie were walking around on their way to the gas station when they decided to go off the street toward the old abanded insane asylum. When they turned down the creepy‚ gloomy street they heard crows gawking and making normal crow sounds‚ but McKenzie kept hearing words from the crows and thought she was going crazy. “Do you guys hear those crows?”
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"For Justice!" Superman lets out a warcry‚ immediately throwing himself at his armoured archnemesis‚ sending them both into the mountain behind the ruined castle with a loud crash. I guess... that was our cue‚ I assume‚ selecting my target amongst the Young Justice clones. Also‚ I’m guessing that the JL is taking down Luthor’s gang‚ leaving the responsibiliy of handling ’Project Solar Dawn’ to us. We should know ways to beat us‚ right? Out of us all‚ I guess that fighting ourselves is the best option
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Belonging The texts I have studied have enhanced my understanding of the concept of belonging in its many forms and types. Belonging is ignited through connections with people‚ places‚ groups‚ communities and the larger world. The poetry by Peter Skrzynecki and the film Submarine by Richard Ayoade show the theme of belonging through unique and specific language techniques and features‚ such as imagery‚ repetition and structure‚ these methods give us an understanding of how a sense of belonging
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Opening the door slightly‚ I was greeted with a thick wall of darkness. Peering out into the inky blackness of the passageway‚ I tried to clam myself down to go down to the kitchen to grab some candles to light up the house. I finally felt ready to go down ‚ as if I was fighting a war with the darkness. As I opened the door‚ the door seemed to come alive‚ making a creak sound‚ warning me not to go out of this room. Biting my lip‚ I groped around the black darkness. I quickly made my way towards the
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Tom had always loved plants. He loved the way they would begin their lives as tiny seeds buried in their cosy little nests‚ and then‚ with all the essential ingredients a sprinkle of water‚ a cup of sunlight and a dash of time they would blossom into sharp Italian ballet dancers‚ their lively radiance beating against the cream-white window pane. Toms mother would grow these plants by the dozen‚ and‚ once a month‚ after harvest week‚ she would take all the plants away‚ replacing them with seemingly
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Date Night Disaster It was date night at the Holmes/Watson house the 2 husbands were gearing up to head out to Peddletons with Myc and Greg. The men dressed in nice fitted suits. Sherlock wearing a tight white shirt with its top two buttons undone to show off his sexy collar bone. Black tailored pants that hugged him in all the right places and shiny black dress shoes that just made him look even more delicious. John wore something similar to his husband but he adorned a bow tie with his attire
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“Are we there yet?” “No.” “Now are we there?” “Do you want me to turn this car around?!” Brothers are annoying. I’m fairly certain my mother agrees‚ based on the way she’s sighing with exasperation. I swear‚ we’ve been in this car for eternity. Supposedly‚ grandma’s house is only 45 minutes away‚ but it seems like we’ve been in the car for years! Grandma lives near a lake halfway between Lawrence and Kansas City‚ where I live. For one last celebration before school starts back up again‚ my family
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Summer was dead‚ but autumn had not yet been born when the ibis came to the bleeding tree. It’s strange that all this is so clear to me‚ now that time has had its way. But sometimes (like right now) I sit in the cool green parlor‚ and I remember Doodle. Doodle was about the craziest brother a boy ever had. Doodle was born when I was seven and was‚ from the start‚ a disappointment. He seemed all head‚ with a tiny body that was red and shriveled like an old man’s. Everybody thought he was going to
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Once upon a time there were four pigs and two wolfs. In the deep dark woods‚ outside of New York. There was Petty‚ she was a pink pig. She was the nicest pig and the youngest. She had one sister and two mean brothers. There was Betty‚ she was a pink pig with black dots. She liked to get work done unlike her brothers. She had two mean‚ bossy‚ selfish brothers and one nice‚ funny‚ respectful sister. There was Benny‚ he was a pink pig. He was mean to his sisters because he thought they shouldn’t be
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