CHARACTERS Main Character: Lucky A wondrous and sweet dog with a lot of heart. He was definitely not the lazy type. He was rambunctious and full of energy. He always had to be doing something. Lucky never showed any signs of fear. Never have I seen such an intelligent animal before. Lucky was the king of his own world. Everything was his prey. Supporting Character: Me I was protective and proud of my dog. The world was ours for the taking. He was the one person I could talk without being
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Short Story School - THE SCHOOL THE SCHOOL – Short Story School Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others‚ genius bordering on madness. Almost all had spent a decade and three years together. But most were still unknown to each other. They dressed the same way; double-knot ties (two crests blue and two black‚ strictly slanting from right to left)‚ crisp ironed shirts‚ blue skirts which were measured by scales‚ one inch here and there and a week-long detention. Navy blue blazers which
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Beowulf: Short Story In the beautiful town of Ventaria‚ which is located near the southern- most point of Ireland‚ a once proud colony of people enjoyed the magnificent surroundings and a simplistic life. Brian the Great‚ beloved ruler of the Ventarians‚ had been killed by the evil Filth-Sammich. This vile creature‚ with a crocodile-like build‚ had a head larger than the immense church in the center of the town. When fully-opened‚ the mouth of the Filth-Sammich could open wide enough to fit
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“I disagree with your interpretation of the main idea.” Kim said to Austin as they sat on the cement stair in Austin’s backyard and discussed about their short story analysis work from English class. It was just after rain‚ the sky was still filled with gray clouds‚ but at least the temperature had cooled down a little bit. Kim secretly felt bad for Austin‚ that now he was stuck with her for this “working buddies” thing in English. Why would someone stupidly arrived class late and became my deskmate
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was so young during that time period‚ I had absolutely no idea that my family was homeless. The word homeless comes with such a bad attachment‚ so for a long time I never spoke about it to anyone. But‚ I think it’s important to share your personal story‚ in hopes that another can relate. About three years of my life were spent either in a car or a shelter or once in a while at a family/friends home. Given that‚ I think it would be best to speak only about the first year. Granted that it was the most
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doesn’t speak much. I catch his eye and smile politely. He smiles back....an embarrassed/ uncomfortable smile. He’s about to insert needles into my ankle. I sit up‚ facing him. My legs‚ together‚ dangle off the edge of the table. I’m wearing blue shorts. I place my hands on either knee and slowly move my legs apart‚ looking downward with no expression the whole time. Although his eyes widen a little‚ he only looks at me. He moves back one step. With my hands still on either knee‚ I smile at him.
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Gazing into the landscape of Berlin‚ I sit propped up by concrete rubble. With my sentry duty over‚ I smother my cigarette and begin wading through remains of previous battles to get back to camp. Inside the camp the atmosphere was grim‚ full of depression and malice. There were bodies laying in piles on the sides of the street. Empty bullet shells scattered everywhere. Blood stained pavement as far as the eye could see. The camp was far from welcoming. After being awake for 10 hours I rest my head
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Bottled up Inside Word Count: 343 Footsteps ran up the stairs‚ followed by a slamming door. Wendy followed behind trying to calm her daughter down until she was standing face-to-face with the closed door. “Stevie‚ let me in now. I want to help. Please just let me know what’s going on‚ I can’t help unless you talk to me.” Wendy pleaded behind the door “Leave me alone Mum‚ I don’t want to talk about it‚ I just want to be on my own.” Sobbed Stevie in reply “Darling please let me in…. I have
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up against my head and said‚ "Go to the bank and give me all of your money!" Harry forced me into my own car and made me drive to the closest bank. After we emptied my bank account I drove back to my house. When we arrived at my house‚ there was a short stubby man named George waiting on my porch. Harry called George the previous night because he needed a place to stay. George was furious with Harry for calling him during the night. Harry tried to calm George down‚ by giving him some of my money for
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Zichao Huang Mr. Lambert English028 March 17‚ 2015 The Story of an Hour “The Story of an Hour” is about a woman named Mrs. Mallard who is married to a man named Mr. Mallard. Mrs. Mallard does not have a very good heart‚ and she is sick. Something bad has happened‚ and people do not know how to tell her about it. Josephine is her sister‚ and she tells Mrs. Mallard that Mr. Mallard died in a train accident. Richards is Mr. Mallard’s friend‚ and he is there because he knew about the accident. Richards
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