There is a calming aura that surrounds the place. The penetrating rays of the sun beat down against the golden sand making it sparkle like a thousand tiny jewels. The sounds of the waves gently crashing against the shore are refreshing. The squawking of the seagulls interrupts the tranquillity. Above‚ the celestial‚ clear‚ azure sky looms over the glistening white sand which seashells lay contently on‚ they are jewels upon the sand; they neither sparkle nor shine‚ but their unique beauty makes them
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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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Creative Writing 1/29/13 8th Grade Fatima Hassan I was on a plane headed to a SMALL town TO visit my friend. The flight was running SMOOTHLY until a disaster happened. I wasn’t alarmed by my senses at first‚ but what I felt was a BURST of pressure. I felt AGHAST and had a PREMONITION that something BAD was happening. The pressure that I was feeling came TO a stop‚ AND then I became unconscious. I regained my consciousness‚ and my eyes started TO open. I felt a bit confused‚ BUT I had realized
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Sweats is dripping down my forehead. A warm breeze brushes up against my face. I look over just as a flock of birds were soaring by. Truly amazing. I start paddling again‚ heading swiftly towards the my favorite place‚ the swimming
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“Hello”‚0-2 questioned‚”commander?” “Rendezvous at town square 2‚”I commanded. Hours of walking later and I’m finally in a place with other people. This place kind of reminds me of the old time square‚ before it was blown to bits. Now everywhere looks like it was abandoned for 30 years. I kept walking and I see 0-1 and 0-2. “Where were you‚”I said realizing something’s not right. Their eyes
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Creative Writing: Destroying Racism As the snow covered the house that my grandma occupies‚ I looked out the window to the neighbor’s front door‚ their mailbox‚ and the circular driveway they had. It was just another home‚ where kids could build a snowman or throw snowballs on the front lawn. But there where no children or snowmen here. And beneath the snow‚ the word "N-I-G-G-E-R" was written in the grass. A family- a home- where they had bothered no one. One night someone decided to take weed
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to paint again. *** When I was a little girl‚ my mother taught me how to bake. I would pull a chair close to the counter and she would tie a flower patterned apron around my waist. "When you bake‚ you have to remember mise en place! That means ’everything in it’s place’. Make sure you have all of your ingredients and tools ready. Don’t forget to read the recipe first!" She smiled at me and took the bowl when my arms got tired from mixing‚ but she let me lick the spoon
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Description of an ideal place for winter holidays. Have you ever thought that there will be no snow in January? Are you looking forward to putting on your skis and schuss the smooth slope‚ covered with plenty of snow? I am sure that every ardent skier dreams about it. Since there is no snow in Poland‚ I recommend you to set out on an unforgettable journey to Hintertux – a skiers’ paradise in Austria. Hintertux village is situated at the end of Zillertal valley – the biggest and most popular
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Ruby It’s 7:53 PM‚ and I’m soaring over the Pacific Ocean on a plane to Honolulu‚ Hawaii. The medium sized airliner is full of tourists excited to visit Hawaii. I look out the window at the ocean and the gorgeous sunset. There is an island coming up. The waves and tide make a lulling pattern against the shore. It’s all so beautiful. I rest my head back on the seat‚ but suddenly I feel some thumps and my seat starts vibrating. It starts as a small shake‚ but turns into bumping. The old lady beside
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people waded into the bay. They floated on their backs. They floated slowly towards the ocean‚ picking up speed once they were in the aisle between the two wharves that split the beach. "No‚ you’re not." Three lifeguards were on the double wharf. One sat relaxed in the chair strategically placed to see both sides at once. Two lifeguards stood at the far end‚ one on each wharf‚ beside the ocean‚ ready to jump in the ocean at a moment’s notice. "Mom‚ I’m 12 now. Everybody does this‚" the girl pleaded. More
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