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. Royals. I had always dreamed of one day‚ taking my son to his first Rangers game. A father taking his son to a baseball game is just the American thing to do‚ and there I was‚ taking my son "out to the
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Imaginative‚ Creative Writing Planning: * First time drinking ( peer pressure) * Party with her friend ( Adriana) * Recount on what happened on the night. Narrative: Sometimes people choose to try things for the first time because they want to or they like trying new things or they are forced to. It was the day I was always waiting for‚ my first ever 9th grade party. I was so thrilled that the person even invited me‚ only the ‘cool’ people were invited to huge parties and well
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Creative Writing: Letter to Principal Dear Mr.Johnson‚ This Letter is on the issue of closed campus‚ in my opinion this should not even be an issue. Haslett High Scholl students should be able to go out during lunch‚ we have a right to choose what we pay for and we have the right to seek a comfortable environment. I have very strong reasons to back up my opinion. If I want to not wait in line for at least five to eight minutes for food I must skip the trip to my locker and lag around a heavy
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A tear. A single salty tear drips down a face that has known so much terror yet understands so little. A whimper‚ calling for comfort. A mouth‚ which has not seen food for days. Little feet‚ dragging through the mud‚ thick with clay and lost belongings. Her eyes trail around her‚ searching through the sea of canvas for something familiar‚ something she can recognise as hers. "Rosarita… Rosie?" a plaintive cry stops her and she whips around‚ she needs to find this voice‚ it fills her with hope
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A way that I express my creative side would be through drawing‚ I love to draw. Many times drawing seems to work like my stress reliever. Drawing in general relaxes me and makes me feel at ease‚ that is why I enjoy it so much. I have developed my drawing skills every time I have my sketchbook at hand. If I see a symbol or a beautiful drawing I must draw it‚ and while I am drawing I get this feeling of motivation‚ which makes me want to draw more. Drawing for me is like an escape from the world. All
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Creative Writing: Unexpected Horizons Wow! I love going deep sea fishing on our boat. I was excited when my dad had asked me if I wanted to go this weekend. We departed that Saturday morning after almost a week of sheer anticipation‚ our destination‚ Port Canaveral‚ home of of some of the best fishing on the east coast of Florida. The sea is a very dangerous place when riled by a storm‚ even a mild one‚ so we always made sure the day would be at least close to perfect before we ventured out
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In the fall that I turned fourteen years old‚ a deep depression crept over me like a fog. I would have expected it to come crashing in like a bolt of lightning‚ but it appeared so quietly and gently‚ settling on top of everything. If it hadn’t been for the ache in my bones and the dullness in my mind‚ it could have come by entirely unnoticed. I spent that year like a ghost‚ wandering the hallways of my home at night. When all became quiet‚ I would arise from the dead. My feet moved softly on the
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course‚ Miss Ratched. I look forward to our discussion today‚” I replied. Nurse Ratched from Chief’s stories is a middle-aged Army nurse who is nice‚ warm‚ and cooperative on the outside. However‚ in many situations‚ she apparently can heat up and embarrass people in a professional manner and grow in size as Chief likes to say‚ whereas the common folk may shout at each other with creative vocabulary. We enter the doctor’s office‚ and Dr. Spivey stands. “Good morning‚ Mr. Johansson. I
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Finally it’s December 5th my anniversary with my wife‚ Maddie. Where should I take her. Do I take her to a romantic restaurant‚ take her to a flashback of our first date‚ take her to where we first met. Ah! I don’t know! I finally made a choice to take her to the 5 star restaurant with glass windows everywhere and a view of the Brooklyn Bridge. We drove a black Honda to a parking lot. A man with the suit stood with the valet sign on the beautiful wooden brown podium. “Hey!” he said. “ Hey! I replied
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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 novel on the subject of the end of summer school debate has lost its share of pages but the back-cover synopsis‚ the essence of the entire experience‚ is still with me. "We are about to begin our annual
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