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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Imagine this! Having to live in a country where................................................. You can see that living in such situations is clearly a disaster! So‚ occupation by any government or occupation of any kind is wrong. Invasion is more harmful to a country than we really understand. Occupation or invasion is a foreign concept to all of us. Living on the other side of the world that doesn’t go through such agony‚ we don’t tend to understand how it feels to live under military
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Envisioning his scruffy-faced father proudly holding a deadly weapon‚ mercilessly committing manslaughter for the benefit of liberty- William simpered. “William‚ what do I do with the rest of your belongings?” William shuddered - he knew that if he were to die in battle‚ his mother would sell the farm for money. She didn’t need his emotional baggage with her. “Throw it all in the fire.” William owned next-to-nothing; a few pairs of clothes and a diary
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Creative Writing The short story by Etgar Keret is about the metaphorical aspect of creative writing using two characters; Aviad and Maya‚ husband and wife who have recently gone through the tragedy of a miscarriage. The story begins with Maya‚ who has been encouraged to attend creative writting workshops in hopes of getting out more and moving on rather than sitting at home dwelling on the lost child. Aviad at first seems quite pleased that Maya has been doing well in her workshops‚ however
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“One of the Royal Navy. Belonging to Humperdink.” “We all know the drill‚ don’t we? Get to your station‚ prepare for battle!” The captain drew his trusty sword‚ making his way around the deck‚ yelling commands over the crashing wakes. Fezzik pushed cannons into place with ease while
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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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Feferi allowed her horns to slip back into her skull and her skin to darken to brown rather than the grey of a young troll. All trolls could perform this magic despite their aptitude in the art. She tucked her very few belonging into her knapsack and slid the straps over her shoulders before pulling her trident from her strife specibus. Eridan had been ready to leave for a while now and stood by the door that would be leaving out of- Ahab’s Crosshairs in his hands‚ armed
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Creative Story: Our Journey to Earth Today we journeyed to a distant planet known as "Earth." The main life form on this planet are humans‚ an organized group of emotional and vivacious individuals. Our crew traveled to a large building the humans named a "Library." This structure contains lots of information of the human’s existence. During our mission we found a large assortment of writings which we could not translate‚ but we also unearthed pictures of humanoids in many activities they share
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Joshua‚ a fellow CIT shared‚ "So I went outside a little earlier because I didn’t know if we were all going to be meeting outside of the the cabin‚ or at the beginning of the paintball range. I walked up to the paintball range‚ and no one was there no one was there‚ or outside of the cabins so I decided to take a nap." he shrugged. "I made sure to lay down in the middle of the street so that the boys cold see me and wake me up. Jorge your turn." "So at 5 am I woke up and when I went outside I saw
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Late Autumn‚ 1942 Today is one of those unusually quiet evenings‚ and sometimes‚ it’s so quiet it becomes frightening. It reminds me of a storm. At first‚ it sneaks up on you quietly‚ then the storm intensifies‚ rushing through cities‚ towns‚ or whatever is in its path‚ leaving behind devastation and desolation. That sense of desolation is what I fear the most‚ and that’s what it feels like now. There have been no loud roars of planes overhead or any explosions for over a month. But I don’t mind
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