Kevin Yuan 2014年10月16日 “What the hell you looking at mate? Have we ever met before? You started this! ” An outrageous yell from the liquor store passed all the way across the street. Jimmy is trying to pick up a fight with a boy half the size of his and not even one fourth the age of his. Jimmy lacks patience and gets mad very easily. He is turning 69 next Saturday and he is still a mad man as he had always been. Jimmy lives in a shack by himself an hour away from the town. No one knows how long
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you can escape and forget everything for a second. He rubbed his eyes again‚ this time it was déjà vu. His father grabbed all his things and brought it to the front door‚ he followed behind. His father put the key in the lock to open the door but before he had time to open it‚ “Hello.” A beautiful woman
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Short Story Rough Draft Natasha and her mother had never gotten along very well. They fought daily. The atmosphere in the house was always tense. It was no wonder that her mother was so sick. Everyone in the family knew of her condition. Well everyone but Natasha. A few months ago‚ Natasha was at a friend’s house and her mother had to go to the hospital. Apparently the stress from all the fighting over the years was making her sicker and sicker. When they had tried to tell Natasha‚
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9.1 Short Story – first draft When I was just a little girl I got lost at a flea market. I was holding hands with my dad – at least I thought it was my dad. But then I looked up and saw the totally unfamiliar face of an apparently very surprised man that has definitely not been my dad. That was the moment when I realized that I had lost my parents. I looked left‚ right‚ left again‚ over to the candy stand and even underneath a bench – of course they weren’t sitting there waiting for me. I breathed
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him and prays that whenever the time comes‚ that she will be the first to go because she is weak and he is strong. Summary of “Little Red Riding Hood” This short story is the classic tale of a little girl in a red cloak going to take her ill grandmother some baked goods. This is the first known publication of Charles Perrault’s story. Little Red Riding Hood was loved by her mother and even more so by her grandmother‚ who made her a red hooded cloak to wear out and about. The little girl was on
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The Little Mule that Could “Clip‚ clop‚ clip‚ clop‚ such a reassuring sound”‚ Jenny thought as she pulled the plow through Mr. Dawkins’ fields. Jenny could feel the soil beneath her hooves‚ and the steady beat of her lively heart. Behind her was Dave‚ the small black boy‚ who was tasked to lead Jenny through the fields. But she already knew the way; she had done it‚ day in and day out‚ for as long as she could remember. From the time she was a little mule‚ she remembered her parents had done this
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Short Story: Danger Mouse Umpa Lumpa’s And Fickle Thoughts FOUR O’CLOCK! He said I could leave at four o’clock today. WANKER! Being my last day an all‚ I was promised on Monday that I could leave an hour early today‚ as a good will gesture‚ you know‚ thanks for all the hard work and all that; ten fucking years of hard work – and I get an hour. Well‚ it’s now just gone half three‚ and that jumped up‚ four eyed little Hitler wants me to attend a productivity meeting. I should have just told him where
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Short story – jealous Tina and Susan were best friend from primary school until now. Tina is a girl with pretty face‚ smart brain and she had a good interpersonal relationship. Susan is a girl that hard-working but dull. Tina was her only friend and the best friend. It seems that everything of Susan is better. Comparing cannot be avoided. ’What a good weather!’ Tina said. ’Then ‚ what can we do? I suggest...’ Susan answered. ’Wait‚ wait!You forget our biology SBA and
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Short Story There is one thing in my life that I cannot go a day without and that being my purse. My purse is much more important to me than a hauler of my things that gets carried along with me everywhere I go. It metaphorically carries my life in its silk lining. So on a frigid day in November while on vacation in New York‚ I made a horrible realization that I lost my purse. After realizing that I lost my purse I felt like a mother that just lost her child. All I could think about is that
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calls‚ no child support‚ not even one single letter just to say hi. The day he called was when my world had changed. I would finally meet him‚ the man from the small photo propped up against the brick wall above the fireplace. My curtains were wide open and the sunlight filtered in‚ creating little dust beams as mum liked to call them. The big oak tree by my window was shedding it’s brightly coloured leaves‚ making a ‘mosaic of leaves’ carpet below that‚ a few years back‚ I would have happily rolled
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