every stroke. My opponents were rushing down the lanes to gain victory. The crowds erupted in cheers and applause. Their sea of smiles motivated me to finish the race. The mechanics and the precise turns regulated in swimming were crucial to these few short seconds. As I came close to my final strokes‚ my stomach started twisting and my heart beat began to rise. I stretched my arms and reached for the edge of the pool. This marked the end of the race. I threw my goggles in the pool and looked directly
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The streets were empty again‚ as they had always been. A short breeze blew across the cracked roads of the city‚ and a deafening silence hung in the air. How long had I been here? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? It was like time had been compressed - or maybe it had expanded. Battered street lights towered around me with their cracked light bulbs. As I continued down the broken path before me‚ rocks and concrete slid and crunched beneath my steps. The torrid heat of the afternoon stung my skin‚ and the
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The startling sounds of my alarm clock causes me to shoot forward from my bed. After my short lived panic I remember why I am waking up before the sun. I fumble through the darkness gathering my hunting gear before snatching up my shoes as I head towards the door. Pausing briefly in the cluttered mudroom‚ I pull my brown boots over my aching feet. I throw the door open and step into the misty fog. I look to my left and see the sun slowing coming over the horizon. I watch as it fades from a dark
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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‚ gliding perfectly‚ hurdling through the air into the net. The referee blows the whistle
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glancing at my teammates in confusion. Throughout entire basketball career‚ post is the only position I have ever played. On a good day‚ an excellent screen is the only excitement a post would achieve. I wiped my clammy hands onto the side of my shorts. Heart pounding within my chest‚ I squared up for my shot. Feet shoulder width apart‚ hands behind and to the side of the ball‚ ready to form the perfect arch. I watched it fly through the empty
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figure out how to show the movement of the arm. It didn’t help that the arm of the statue was not proportionally correct. The arm was long and thin but when I drew it‚ it was too long and too thin. When I drew it again‚ it became too thick and too short. After about 20 minutes of just working on the arm‚ I gave up. I was so frustrated and I just didn’t know how to make it look right. I looked over to my left to where another girl was working. I looked at her artwork and was amazed. Her picture of
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I am surrounded by pink and orange colors layered with a slightly hazy film. Small‚ wet droplets hit the side of my face. The gritty feeling in between my toes is chilling but yet very pleasing. A few strands of my blonde hair brush across my face caused by the wind whistling through the fishy tasting air. I can smell the saltiness lurking above the water as the clear liquid creeps closer to my buried toes. The sound of the gentle crashes comes from in front of me and beyond under the pink and orange
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A Terrifying Night Long story short‚ I was terrified‚ even a long night of partying plus the fact that we were drunk‚ couldn’t stop the trembling! Now were standing here engulfed in fear wondering what would happen next. The three had gone for a long night of partying in light of Mike recent graduation at the University of North Manchester. We drove for miles just because Mike said that there was a great bar just off South Manchester. The road he made us take was an aged‚ unmaintained road
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loved days like this. The wind pushed my long chestnut hair into my face and brushed against the hem of my favorite peacoat. I always noticed this as I walked from the parking lot to the school‚ but lately I noticed something new. Even though it’s a short walk‚ maybe a hundred feet or less‚ I always feel like it’s the loneliest time for anyone. Everyone walks alone‚ contained within their own thoughts. I wonder if anyone else feels trapped in their own head like I do? That’s the thought running through
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let go and allow the storm rage on. She suddenly becomes aware of the soft sound of a radio coming from inside the building. The soft music takes her back to that unwanted place. Wanting to get away‚ she fastens her pace. Pretty icy swirls turn into short puffs of smoke as she rushes forward. Begging now for her to slow down‚ her feet create more pain trying to control her mind. Telling herself to ignore the pain‚ she begins jogging. A wave of sadness crashes over‚ forcing her to a complete stop. Admitting
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