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Creative Writing: Apocalypse At The Nuclear Plant

... women workers, or even hanging around the coffee maker. "Must be another layoff meeting," he thought to himself as he slid his access card into the slot and the door opened. "Thank god you're here!" his boss, Jarvis explained. Pete checked his watch. "Am I late?" he queried. "No time for that, no time for that damnit!" Jarvis seemed very upset about something to say the least. "Well, what is it?" Pete asked with a look of haste swimming across his face. Jarvis lead Pete over to the main testing area. "We discovered this late last nigh ...

Number of words: 883 | Number of pages: 4

Creative Writing: The Person Behind The Mask

... face, because it was the only time he would feel better than his friends. For a whole year he would dream of the clowns in the circus ring. Imagine their grimace, funny walks and pranks on each other. The tight- rope walker and the elephants were amusing, but they weren't the highlight. He was certain; He would be a clown when he became older. After many years, he changed town and started on a career as an accountant in a big company. Nobody knew him better than by name, and nobody cared. He just sat there behind his desk, working, day afte ...

Number of words: 827 | Number of pages: 4

Personal Writing: Christmas Memories

... down my spine. I make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red Christmas lights. As I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas odur engulfs me, and makes my mouth water. As I yell "HELLO" I hear voices laughing, talking, and asking who's at the door? In the next second "Millions" of relatives are giving me there greetings and gladly inviting us into the house. As my family and I are quickly made comfortable, I look around..... Plates full of Christmas pastr ...

Number of words: 548 | Number of pages: 2

“Noises In The Dark”

... kneeling in front of her son, looked up at her husband. Timmy's father lifted an eyebrow suggestively, and winked an eye at his wife who grinned knowingly in return. Timmy had slept with them for the past three nights, and it was time for mummy and daddy to share their bed alone tonight. "Well Timmy," she tried to sound sympathetic, "our bed gets really crowded with the three of us in it. That bed was only made for two, you know." Timmy's lips bunched together and his large, round, blue eyes rimmed with tears. "Besides, you've slept wit ...

Number of words: 2468 | Number of pages: 9

Creative Writing: The Search

... morning, I dressed for work as I had every other. Black socks and slacks, a pin striped white dress shirt, and a black jacket. I slipped on my loafers but was lost in the search for my tie. Coffee stained and still unwashed, I found it laying on the laundry room floor. I swore to myself to let Carolyn know about that. I walked into John's empty room, knowing he owned some ties. It was just as he had left it, I guess, because I'd never really gone in his room. I picked the red one he wore in his graduation pictures and slipped it ove ...

Number of words: 4217 | Number of pages: 16

Ballet Analysis: Self Evaluation

... things I need to improve on, which provides me with plenty of goals to tackle this year at school. The first exercises are the tendus facing the barre. I love pre-barre because it allows you to warm up your feet, ankles, and hips before diving into plies. This particular pre-barre is exceptionally helpful. When you tendu, flatten, and drag your foot back to first, I can really feel my hips and rotators working. I also really worked on using the floor during the tendus - I know I could be using the floor much more in every exercise. On the ...

Number of words: 2005 | Number of pages: 8

Personal Writing: My Most Memorable Experience

... the car, and not the driver, as so I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he sat behind the car's steering wheel. We had already been on the road for three hours now, and still not a peep out of anyone, except my youngest siblings whom were frolicking around together with their toys in the back of the car. My dad refused to stop for food until noon. It was 11:30, yet 30 minutes seemed like an awful long time and my stomach had been craving something, anything, for at least an hour. The hunger was uncontr ...

Number of words: 791 | Number of pages: 3

Personal Writing: Our Trip To See The Band "Last One Standing"

... driver, Justin was getting a little frustrated while driving in heavy traffic. He has a short temper, and following a line of cars that are going thirty- five miles an hour in a fifty zone does not help. A sigh of relief passed through the car as we came into Burlington. Justin dropped me off at my house in Burlington at four o'clock, a few hours before his show started. I made my plans with them for later and sent them on their way. Something about being home makes me feel much more relaxed. Walking into your house and immediately recogn ...

Number of words: 1162 | Number of pages: 5

Creative Writing: The Unforgettable Man

... to be some part. The night of August sixth became a different story. Just as my shift was coming to a normal close, a nurse's call light from one of the patient's rooms had illuminated. On one of my many repetitive walks down from the station to a patient's room, I had nothing else on my mind except for my evening plans with friends. I was extremely happy that this would surely be the last call light I would be answering that shift. As I entered the room, a crying relative came yelling at me. "He is going, something happened, do som ...

Number of words: 1060 | Number of pages: 4

Personal Writing: "Jen"

... the concert that started at four. Inside St. Andrews I started to talk to this girl named Jessica. I started spilling my guts about how it was my birthday a couple of days ago and that LTJ was my favorite band. She told me to wait right here and she would be back in a few minutes. She walked away and I realized who she was, I felt very stupid. I turned around to wait for the show to start. A few moments later she comes back and says "Happy Birthday" as she hands me a backstage pass. The first band just started to play and sh ...

Number of words: 554 | Number of pages: 3

Personal Writing: An-Yang

... My grandparents are separated- my grandfather lives with us, while she lives in a separate apartment by herself in Glendale. My family and I used to eat lunch at her house every week. I remember trudging up the dank, squeaky stairs with my siblings, yelling "An-yang!!"(grandmother) all the way. She would yell in a similar fashion "Ah! Shua- nging!" (ah, children!) Smells of old- fashioned Shanghainese cooking would assail my senses, as my mouth watered in anticipation of the savories to come. One particular afternoon, after we had finis ...

Number of words: 651 | Number of pages: 3

A Tragic Day

... was around 4:50 p.m. when I woke up and it was time for me to pick up my mother from work since I had borrowed her car. I left home around 5:10 p.m. and took interstate 275 south bound. The traffic flow was really calm until I passed Martin Luther King Blvd. After six to ten minutes of driving I switched from interstate 275 to interstate 4. By that time the traffic was very dense and I was very angry due to the previous events I was involved in. It was a three lane highway and I was driving on the left lane, my exit was few minutes away a ...

Number of words: 1016 | Number of pages: 4

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