Every morning when I wake up I let the monster‚ little Mr. Mittens our cat‚ out of his bedroom‚ make Folgers coffee‚ whip out a pair of non-stick pans‚ crack open the package of apple wood smoked bacon‚ and make blueberry pancakes. The smell is so overwhelmingly delightful that it has become something I enjoy dearly. Today‚ I have yet to realize‚ is a little different than most days. After I’ve had my fill of coffee‚ Applewood smoked bacon‚ and blueberry pancakes I notice that the wonderful aromas
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A Well Known Stranger With a almost regular basis he lures into the bathroom. After a quick shower‚ the morning can begin and with a hurry he begins to prepare for his day. Normally he would walk right pass the mirror in his living room‚ but not today. He cant tell why but today he sees something different in it. He positions himself right infront of the mirror. Watching the stranger in the mirror‚ he remembers the face‚ the stature. "Time changes a man." He talks to himself. "Maybe it is time
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Sprinkling rain fell on me as I exited the grassy field. Once the blinding bright stadium lights had dissolved behind me‚ I quickly made a turned down to a small path that led to the foot of the metal bleachers. I looked up to see the crowd cheering up above. With my face concealed in the shadow‚ nobody seemed to noticed as I took two steps into the skeletal inside. Immediately‚ I could hear the loud pitter-pattering sound of feet echoing within the spiderweb-like cathedral. Glancing around‚ I saw
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The scent of popcorn wafts over the peeling red walls of the ancient gym. Fluorescent lights blind me as I turn to glance over at the creaky old bleachers. The shuffles and murmurs of parents fill the sticky air while they come in. Clad in itchy mesh jerseys that boasted a large spur on the front hung over the equally uncomfortable shorts that resembled the jet black of my jersey‚ I block out the cheers of the crowd while attempting to perfect my form. Swish! The basketball floats through the air
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The clouds huddle together ominously‚ their dark curves mocking the landscape. The horizon is threatening and angry‚ the clouds roll in with the roaring thunder brewing destruction. A flock of birds disperse rapidly as a bolt of lightning illuminates the gloomy sky. The once golden land is now a black haze. The violent wind hurtles towards me‚ tearing through the building that once protected me. Anything standing in its way is wrecked. The wind charges through the leaves of the swaying trees
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Eric Moore Essay #1 #365 September 4‚ 2010 My eyes and ears open to the sound of chirping birds outside the dew covered window and my alarm buzzing behind my head. I sense that my room is still messed up from the night before after I threw my gym bag down from practice yesterday night. I stretch my arms and legs as I prepare to get out of my warm bed. I was so sore from practice it felt as if my muscles turned of and I couldn’t move for the whole time. I started to get the feeling back into
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UNFORGETTABLE HUNT When I was a teenager I had an incredible hunt that I will never forget. It was rifle season‚ and I wanted to put my stand in a place that people did not frequent. I looked until I found the perfect spot. It was down an old‚ dead-end‚ dirt road that nobody had driven on in years. The road had grass growing through the dirt and overhanging limbs. At the end of the road was a narrow‚ overgrown trail‚ that followed along the sloping edge of a branch head. At the end of the trail‚
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Her heels‚ two sizes too small‚ clack as she walks down the narrow street. The long journey has taken a toll on her feet. Loud cries throb in the mind as her feet beg her to take her shoes off‚ the backs of them rub against her heels. Tall buildings like giants‚ tower above‚ fingertips brushing the pitch-black sky. The moon‚ a frozen sun‚ creating dancing shadows like a puppeteer. Her shadow‚ tall and slender‚ portrayed before her making her aware of her bad posture. The taste of the coldness of
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I woke up one April morning with the chickadees chirping rapidly in the tree branches. I threw my pants and socks on and rushed down the stairs as the smell of fresh bread assaulted my nose. Mom was already awake and greeted me with a slice of crispy toast‚ the butter was perfectly melted and seeped into the crust one squeeze‚ and it oozed out and dripped on the floor. Once I put my boots on‚ my feet were excited and before I knew it‚ I was flying out the door. One step outside and the smell of melting
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Finding my self within the middle of nowhere‚ I gaze the crystal moon standing with the exception of the coal black sky in the midst of lustrous crystal sparkles. The mist grasped within the air obscuring my vision like peering through a ocean of grey. The glow was dimming‚ producing new dark virtual portrayal patches around me. The wind hastily howled between abnormal branches‚ conveying the scent of rich tree decay. The air is thick‚ clammy with the puff of mouldering of leaves. The constant ticking
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