The Greek air was crisp and cool breeze ruffled up the colored leaves that cluttered the ground. Soldier Aturmica stopped for a moment. She closed her eyes‚ and allowed her senses to amplify; from a deer chewing while grazing the fields to a leaf falling on the ground she heard it all. “What’s the hold up?” Realizing that she was not in her own world she blushed. She was holding up the rest of the soldiers behind her. “Are we there yet?” Another asked. “We keep heading east‚” The commander
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Kara lets go of Lena and flashes her a grand smile. The real reason she’d never slept at anyone’s house being she was a werewolf‚ was a little hard to explain to anyone outside her family. She was glad Lena didn’t ask why. Eliza had been reluctant to allow Kara over at first‚ but after Kara’s Awakening she was sure she could control her transformations. "So! What’s the rundown?" Lena tapped her chin for a moment. "Well‚ I’m guessing you’re hungry. How about we order a pizza?" "Ooh! Yes please
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approach new life skills and challenges with critical thinking. To find the hidden meaning in everything life should offer. My favorite part must be creative writing because you get to focus on different writing styles and create your own work. Creative writing allows me to I’m a real quiet person. It takes a lot to get me out of my comfort zone. Writing really helped me to be able to communicate without having to open my mouth. My words could influence people and make them see things in a different
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NATIONAL OPEN UNIVERSITY OF NIGERIA SCHOOL OF ARTS AND SOCIAL SCIENCES COURSE CODE:ENG212 COURSE TITLE:CREATIVE WRITING I ENG212 CREATIVE WRITING I COURSE GUIDE ENG212 CREATIVE WRITING I Course Team Professor Kalu Uka (Developer/Writer) - UNIUYO Prof. A. R. Yesufu (Editor/Prog. Leader) - NOUN Dr. Onyeka Iwuchukwu (Coordinator) - NOUN NATIONAL OPEN UNIVERSITY OF NIGERIA ii ENG212 National Open University of Nigeria Headquarters 14/16 Ahmadu Bello Way Victoria Island Lagos Abuja Office
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Descriptive writing – Train I walked up to the main entrance from the usual route I took every morning. The walls of the Train Station were panelled with clean cut glass there was no brick to be seen only large panels of glass and the occasional clean cut white glossed plates perfectly aligned with one another and reflecting the early morning sun. The building was contemporary; full of sharp edges‚ corners and vertical lines cutting through the city vista. As clean and neat as the building was the
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We were all strangers before this was ever planned. No one really thought it was possible to start with. I stepped into the portal of time that illuminated my bedroom wall. Like an endless spiral of darkness is what it looked like. I struggled to place my portal-acquiring-device—also known as PAD‚ in my pocket due to the overwhelming pressure‚ however I managed to just before I reached the other end. Lost in utter confusion‚ I wasn’t entirely sure what or where I am. I sighed in disappointment
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I could only stare agape when our commander stood there lik an ignoramus. Odysseus sneered and cackled nearly overpowering Polyester’s vexing thunder. I faced Odysseus’s backside‚ my lips pursed and dark fists so firm not the cyclops himself could free my grip. However‚ the other men began to lower themselves into a corner‚ ready to cower and continue shivering. For what then had marked our second day in that putrid cave. It was time my docile manners changed... "Nobody‚ I command you to stop
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"Elena‚ wake up." The voice echoed‚ breaking though what seemed to be a barrier‚ though it still sounded so far away. "Elena" it whispered again and the petite brunette finally stirred in her deep sleep. At first she was unable to assess where it came from; it seemed she was running into a dark and never ending tunnel‚ attempting to find whoever it was that kept calling her name. However it was of no use‚ the closer she got‚ the further away the voice moved. Elena stumbled‚ her worry and tension
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Homer Homer is a fourteen-year-old mutt that we got at the Animal Rescue League twelve years ago. He is not the brightest bulb on the tree‚ but he is personality plus and part of the family. He’s also a pain in the butt‚ especially over the last couple of years. . . . He has a geriatric tendency to empty his bowels in the living room. He likes to wander off whenever he can—well‚ this is not a new habit‚ actually. He likes to lunch from our neighbour’s garbage—also nothing new. And lately he’s forgetful
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The only sounds he heard were the hypnotic ticking of the clock‚ the occasional chiming of the bell the hung above the door‚ and the falling rain. Due to the late hour‚ it was not difficult for him to find a table. There were only a few patrons‚ besides himself. One he recognized as the homeless woman‚ who often made one of the booths in the back corner‚ her bed for such a night. While listening to the rain drops gently pattering against the coffee shop window‚ his thoughts drifted back to her
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