Silver Bracelet It was selfish‚ I knew in that moment that it was selfish. My sister‚ Bridgette‚ was only six years old‚ and I took advantage of being only a year older than her. She was oblivious to what I was doing in that moment. We were at the arcade in the middle of July in Stone Harbor‚ NJ. We decided that after we were done playing all the games‚ that we would combine our tickets and split it. After about an hour‚ we came together to add up our tickets. To my surprise‚ she had won more tickets
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His ruthless heart on the ruby-splattered blade of its guiltless bearer‚ he dropped like a stone to the bloodstained turf‚ letting a cry of anguish blend in with the rapidly retreating footsteps of his cowering soldiers. He knew he would survive‚ but they didn’t‚ and at that moment in time them not knowing was what really mattered. He stared through his supposedly closed eyelids at his killer. A girl‚ this time‚ with blonde‚ wavy hip-length hair and startling cyan eyes. That was what got him that
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Carina Wallace English 111 Ms. Simmerman Jan. 22‚ 2015 My Second Home I wake up to the sound of laughter downstairs‚ and the smell of fresh hot biscuits in the oven. I sit up drowsily in bed; the sun is shining through the window‚ making little patterns of light on my sheets. I rise‚ feeling the coolness of the wood floor against my feet as they touch the ground. I walk to the closet and grab my faded old jeans; I slip them on‚ buttoning the snap in one fluid movement. I pull open the top drawer
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Childhood is like a magical sand castle on the shore. One moment it is there and the next washed away by the high tide. The beach is a special place through the eyes of an innocent girl. Remembering the warm summer days spent on the beach with her family. Her favorite part is feeling the dry sand trickle through her dainty hands. She explores from day to night trying to unravel the oceans mysteries. The beach contains little things that bring her joy and childhood memories which have not been washed
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Annie Normile 11/22/14 College Writing I Professor Liddle Exploring Authentic Experiences The ground beneath the stiff leaves is frozen. The cold‚ brisk air invades my lungs‚ I exhale‚ my breath visible. I step over fallen branches and get tugged on by thorny vines. The untrailed path I forge to the top of this mountain is steep and difficult‚ but worth the work to be a new explorer on the fresh‚ dewridden ground of this lonely mountain on this brisk morning
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Lai Xu Per. 10 2-4-03 A House to Remember I have moved in and out of many houses throughout the years‚ but none of them were as important to me as the house in which I grew up. I must admit that this house‚ although enormous‚ was neither the nicest nor the most comfortable house‚ yet my nostalgic nature has propelled me to treasure that house above all others. Having parted it for almost ten years‚ some details of the house are out of my grasp. The memory of the house now stands as a symbol of
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Christian Mendoza Ms. Sadeghi English 3 P.5 1/5/14 The Walden Project Introduction: Every day I find myself walking into my kitchen and looking out of the stunning window view which allows me to see the skyline and an abundance of beautiful vegetation. The natural thing that I will be observing is the portion of the sky that is viewable from the window in my kitchen. I am ecstatic to begin this project because although I look through that window every day‚ I have never found the time to actually
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Essay on London by William Blake. Question- Identify a poem that makes a social or political statement. Explain what statement is being made and‚ with close references to the text‚ analyse the literary conventions used to convey the statements. Further‚ explain how this helps you gain a stronger understanding of the poem`s main theme(s). I have chosen the poem London by William Blake; I will explain how Blake is making a social and political statement by addressing the inequality and oppression
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ERROL WYNSTAN A. RODRIGUEZ August 15‚ 2012 2012-09086 ENG 1 WFX2 2:30-4:00 pm DESCRIPTIVE ESSAY THAT LUSCIOUS SALAGUBANG My father is a small time farmer whose taste for exotic foods has been proverbial. Each month‚ he has a list of rare recipes he used to boast about. For example‚ last January‚ he caught a big monitor lizard which he cooked into a very aromatic adobo. I never tried to imagine myself the secrets of his cooking and the condiments that thrilled
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The hot water pulsates on my back like a heart beat after a dynamic performance. My shower is over and my fun will soon begin. My girls called me frantically on the phone screaming about the hottest party in town and I am definitely going to be seen there. I search through my closet to see what I can wear. I pick out one of my favorites; it’s a sleeveless floral chiffon blouse. It has this beautiful pop art design of red‚ yellow‚ green‚ and purple flowers with a ruffled detail at the waist. It’s
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