twelve minute oral report over the book Night by Elie Wiesel. I struggled to reach the minimum requirements of the assignment. I simply couldn’t motivate myself as it wasn’t exciting. A positive example of this was while I was taking part in creative writing as my English elective requirement. We were given a picture of a bridge‚ mine was a stone bridge over a craggy canyon surrounded by fog. I took off and created a story that spanned over twenty pages. It was a story
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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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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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~Alex POV~ Oh dear. This isn’t good. Nope‚ not good at all. I’ll tell you what’s going on‚ but first‚ an explanation is needed. I’ll give you the quick version. The entire house was peaceful‚ it was night time. Our PC had long fallen asleep‚ so Rose and I were able to come home. I don’t know about Rose‚ but my bed was calling me. Although I went to bed immediately after turning into a cat… sleep never came. I just lay there‚ thinking of new ideas for what to tell our PC about in the morning. Suddenly
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Oral and Written Workshop - Mrs Nievas Graciela Date: May 23th‚ 2011 Student: Chuichuy‚ D. Nicolás Paper Nº 3 – Describing People - First Draft A Kindly Child Oliver‚ my step son‚ is a young‚ good-hearted and kind boy. I first met him in a book shop years ago where he was forced to steal a handkerchief silk from my pocket; however‚ he was not the one who committed the pickpocket. At first glance you
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After the half-hour walk of hiking up the mountain with finally reached the halfway point. I looked over at my cousin to see that his shirt had turned from a light gray to a dark gray and that his face was glistening in the rays of sun that had escaped from the hands of the three-story tall green giant. The valves in my pores had seemed to be open and showering my whole body. We walked a little more towards a cliff‚ which was like a rocky natural balcony. The moisturefilled air made it seem like
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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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wounds or makes one’s life a little better‚ a little more enjoyable or productive. It’s easy to talk about these things‚ much harder to do them. I think the only one who can help you is you‚ just the same as the only one who can help me is me. I’m writing about the actual work of change‚ what is sometimes called transformation. We might get ideas from others and that can be good. Especially if we know that person has lived the change they’re preaching. We might even agree to work with some mentor as
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running away but a fear that could never be escaped while their accents were different and their hair was dark. While there was still hate in the world. Edvard would have already left the camp to go to work. Drill in the tunnels of blood‚ he said‚ describing the hissing of the compressed air‚ the screech
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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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