1. The ground crunched under my feet‚ It was so dark I couldn’t see them. The wind was howling and the rain poured from the sky. We could see the storm in the horizon. The chickens were running around the yard. Dad comes out yelling that the fence broke. 2. Loud engines‚ the Adrenalin rushing through my veins. Out here i feel invisible‚ the track is my happy place with the crowds and lights nothing could touch me. Got my helmet pressing against my cheeks. Next step I put my hands on the steering
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Writer’s block is a term often use to describe a creative block when they are unsure and lost on how to go about with their writing; it’s not just the inability to continue with their work‚ but it can also be the inability to produce something creative. Moreover‚ this term is not isolated to writers only‚ this creative block can apply to all those who practice the art — artists‚ composers‚ choreographers. In this essay‚ I shall explain a few relatively common causes of writer’s block and the techniques
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fools speak the truth” From the many different options of major works available in Extension 2‚ I chose to write a short story as the creative aspect of this option was appealing. The reality of this course was not exactly what I had initially expected‚ and the first two terms which were nearly purely investigative were challenging. I believe that if I had begun writing earlier‚ and implementing research only when necessary‚ I would have made more progress by now. My intention was to write a series
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I never thought I would ever be in this predicament. I never thought that my own mother would kick me out of my home‚ my home where my mum raised me and feed me for 16 years‚ where she used to call my name sweetly‚ Joshua. Well‚ I have thought about it before. It was the main threat my stepdad‚ Doug used against me whenever I pissed him off. And I pissed him off every day. Maybe I was better off on the streets away from him; well that’s what I like to think. I turned back and gave my old home one
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I suddenly awoke. It was three in the morning. It seemed like the whole world was sleeping but me. The silence‚ sinister. I felt the weight of the darkness pushing on me. My mind darted from one nightmare scenario to the next‚ the fear of the unknown overwhelmed me and I was paranoid about vicious intrusions. My bedroom door was wide open. My eyes darted around the room‚ hunting for anything different‚ any dark silhouettes lurking in the darkness. I failed to find anything out of the ordinary
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An hour passed. While trotting along‚ she crosses some worn and rusty train tracks. Weeds and grasses were sprouting between the spaces. It was obvious people weren’t using them anymore. Faustina didn’t even know they had trains running through this area. The railroads are on her map but her house is not. "Why isn’t my own house marked on my map?" Faustina says‚ confused and frustrated. She can vaguely remember the location of her house‚ but having it on her map would be much more useful. She needed
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Deicide The crusted cliff top sighed empathetically in the burning embers of his fiery wake. He sat there‚ gazing upon the gentle planet that the deity’s society had named Earth. Lonely‚ he began to conjure a wheel of fire with his fingers to play with. Behind‚ hiding in the dry trees stood a human-like figure with blue eminence from its eyes. The place he lived in was Valhalla‚ the realm of the Gods‚ an intense dimension that was fashioned for the prosperity of higher beings. This forlorn god sitting
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There once was a kitten sitting in the shade of a big tree. She sat there every day waiting for her mother to come home while she guarded a beautiful stone her mother had given her. Her mother told her it was a very precious stone and that she must guard it lest someone try to steal it. One day while she sat there‚ a crow came by. “What are you doing in the shade kitten?” asked the crow. “I am watching over a stone my mother so that nobody steals it‚” replied the kitten. She pulled back her paw
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“Come here!” I urged “I can’t!” He sobbed‚ holding his wound. He slid to the ground‚ groaning. I clumsily loped my way over to him and grabbed his ankles. I turned and started dragging him to the tent‚ digging my feet into the ground. A lioness’s strength poured through me. Adrenaline surged through my blood‚ giving me the power I needed to carry a 180 pound man (with gear on). I reached the tent‚ a mere 20 or so feet away. I bent down and lifted him slowly onto a low table‚ about two feet off
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Petunia and Dudley jumped. “OUT! OUT! I should’ve done it years ago! Owls treating the place like a rest home‚ puddings exploding‚ half the lounge destroyed‚ Dudley’s tail‚ Marge bobbing around on the ceiling‚ and that flying Ford anglia — OUT! OUT! You’ve had it! You’re history! You’re not staying here if some loony’s after you‚ you’re not endangering my wife and son‚ you’re not bringing trouble down on us‚ if you’re going the same way as your useless parents‚ I’ve had it! OUT!” Harry stood
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