Creative Writing Story Writing On a quiet lazy Sunday afternoon‚ he got off the bus‚ walked down a quite lane to a small cottage with peeling paint and faded curtains. Suddenly a voice behind him asked “Are you looking for somebody…”‚he turned around only to find out a blue eyed girl with long curly hair till her waist; wearing a floral top and short pleated skirt that ended a few inches above her knee. He just kept staring at her for a few seconds
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Creative Writing R.I.P Rory His room decorated with graphs‚ tags and throws. The floor hidden beneath paint covered clothes scattered everywhere‚ aerosol cans and paper covered in his new tag that he has been practicing. He puts on his pitch black hoodie. The hood hides every detail of his face keeping his identity masked. Throwing his blood red bandana and his spray paint cans stone cold from the paint concealed inside into his bag he is ready to burst out and create a masterpiece. As he emerges
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Creative Writing My breath steamed the air‚ my eyes wide open looking into the distance as drips of sweat rolled down my forehead. My ears twitched at every sudden noise; I just hoped nothing would jump out of the darkness. I kept thinking about where I was and how I got to this place. Every footstep echoed for miles as I stepped upon the Iron Gate‚ the noise rattling my brain. I came to a halt‚ my sweaty hand roaming over the freezing cold steal on my chest as I tightened my only protection
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decide not to join him this time‚ go back to closed eyed serenity * light changes‚ full moon‚ deep silver‚ sky black/blue ice like hue‚ feel it’s reassuring charisma and silkiness‚ still warm‚ feel someone lie next to me‚ comforting‚ reassuring‚ safe and loved‚ place of love‚ whispered promised‚ chaste kisses‚ unrequented
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Descriptive Writing Task The aim of this lesson is to write a piece of original writing about a deserted house. You and your friend have just finished school and on the way home and you need shelter from the sudden change in weather. You see a deserted house and decide to enter it. Describe in detail the appearance of the house and the path that leads up to the front door. How do you feel as you approach? What type of door do you enter? Imagine that you have gone through the doorway
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Trapped I’m standing out the front of the world’s scariest horror house‚ in Universal Studios‚ Hollywood. Where I am about to enter through the entrance when my friend suggests that it’s not a very good idea‚ but I shrug and say what could possibly happen besides being scared half to death. We enter. It’s dark‚ the walls feel close‚ there’s an awful smell to the place‚ as if someone has died inside. I feel nervous because I don’t know what’s coming in the distance‚ and I have what feels
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Shelby and Mira’s story from Freshmen Year Once upon a time‚ there were two crazy girls named Shelby and Mira. Shelby was crazy because she laughed all the time and Mira was crazy because she was an Asian and wasn’t smart. They became friends in middle school when they read The Adventure of Tom Sawyer to each other in English class. What weirdos. Mira is also crazy because she can’t spell the word weird and she is a freshman. One day Shelby and Mira were walking down the hall with their awesome
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Everlasting Bass The sound of a party nears‚ the bass echoes throughout the suburban neighbourhood. The bass somehow grows louder. It takes me back to that night which I show very little remorse for. It was an experience of a life time The full moon shines above us‚ illuminating our high street garments. Neon green and pink was the theme as we swaggered down the quiet boulevard. We look at one another as the trembling bass in the distance reverberated to our ears. We smile and chuckle as curiosity
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I felt expelled and exiled‚ sitting in a room filled only with a bed. White walls which painted no imagination‚ no hope just emptiness; yet they still assured me I was meant to be here. Every day was the same as the last‚ every memory I captured had slowly escaped. I was considered dangerous‚ vile and out of control; these words constantly surrounded me‚ swirling around in the echoes of the halls. 15 years I have been here‚ and still not once has my voice box being strained. Everyday new comers
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She woke early one Saturday morning with the room a dim yellow as the sun searched for a way into her room. As her mother entered the room‚ she drew back the curtains‚ and the bright rays of sun warmed her face. The wind entered her open window on that beautiful June morning‚ and it tickled her nose as it reached her. “Up‚ up‚ up‚” her mother exclaimed. “It’s a big day today‚ and you can’t stay in bed another minute! We have an appointment!” After minutes of battling her bed‚ she finally managed
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