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Creative Writing: Siege of Yorktown It was four o\'clock in the morning when my commanding officer awoke me and we were ordered to prepare to march. We had set up an extensive camp at Chatham in New York, we all believed that we would attack New York City. It turned out that we were marching on towards Yorktown. When we arrived at Yorktown the bay was full of French ships. Our army along with the French encircled Cornwallis. Cornwallis did not surrender, he waited for a larger British fleet to s
Creative Writing - The Case: An Original Mystery “Ring . . . Ring” screamed the phone. “Damn who could that be . . . its almost seven a.m. on a Saturday . . . . hold on Allison it will only take a minute . . . Hello?” detective Pat said. “ Hey sorry Sergeant McGurn but we need you to come down to the station as soon as possible . . . there\'s more trouble over at Gibbons. Meet me there.” “Hey sugar I have to go down to Gibbons there\'s more trouble, do you need a ride someplace?” said the exaspe
Creative Writing: The First Day By : Sarah Johns It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there was a slight breeze in the air. I stepped out of my moms red shiny CRX as she said ‘Good Luck\' to me. I forced up a weak smile as I shoved the door, and it made a woosh noise as it closed. I took a deep breathe and started walking towards the man entrance. I thought to myself, ‘Why does the school have all the buildings seperated?\' I slowly walked forward as I started looking
The Outsiders INTRODUCTION: "The Outsiders" by S. E Hinton is an early novel based on two waring juvenile gangs, divided by economical and social background, the lower East side Greasers and the upper West side Socs. The novel is set in 1966 in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It is a novel written in first person by a 14 year old Greaser, Ponyboy Curtis who allows us an insight into the lifestyles of these distinct worlds. I chose the novel "The Outsiders" as a text for year 10 for the following reasons: It is
A Day in the Life of a Gnome Moses Alba Mrs. Foreman English IV Thursday, January 30, 1997 Once upon a time there was a gnome named Knob, who lived the far off land of Gnomania. Gnomania is a huge underground lair with only one entrance. The only entrance to this lair is by swimming down to the bottom of the ocean floor and knocking on a large clam. On the other side of this clam is an old grouchy gnome named Stubby whose only job was to keep the clam clean, and listen for the knock of incoming
Ancient Egypt The giant pyramids, temples, and tombs of ancient Egypt tell an exciting story about a nation that rose to power more than 5,000 years ago. This mighty civilization crumbled before conquering armies after 2,500 years of triumph and glory. The dry air and drifting desert sands have preserved many records of ancient Egypt until modern times. The ancient Egyptians lived colorful, active, and eventful lives. Many were creative artists, skilled craftsmen, and adventurous explorers. Bold
One Flew Over the Cuckoo\'s Nest: McMurphy One Flew Over the Cuckoo\'s Nest, with its meaningful message of individualism, was an extremely influential novel during the 1960\'s. In addition, its author, Ken Kesey, played a significant role in the development of the counterculture of the 60\'s; this included all people who did not conform to society\'s standards, experimented in drugs, and just lived their lives in an unconventional manner. Ken Kesey had many significant experiences that enabled
Creative Story: Fast Eddie by Rick Vallejos (Daredevil or [email protected]) (Comments appreciated) Where do I begin... to write down my misadventure. I would have never picked up a pen and began had it not been for my host. He\'s the type of fellow who tells you what to do and his partners (soldiers) make sure you did just as your told. This hideout, this fortress has more weapons than I\'ve seen in months. There is a guard at my door this minute, put there for my protection so I was told. Yeh
How The Use Of The Diary Form Narrative Is Beneficial To The Novel Dracula. Bram Stoker, being the creative and intellectual writer himself, wrote the novel Dracula in the diary form of narrative. This was a good choice of how to write the novel since it was very beneficial to the plot of Dracula. Examples of how the diary form is beneficial to Dracula is seen in his writing and book. One of the greatest benefits of the diary narrative is that the reader is allowed see, and feel the emotional he
Creative Story: Our Journey to Earth Today we journeyed to a distant planet known as "Earth." The main life form on this planet are humans, an organized group of emotional and vivacious individuals. Our crew traveled to a large building the humans named a "Library." This structure contains lots of information of the human\'s existence. During our mission we found a large assortment of writings which we could not translate, but we also unearthed pictures of humanoids in many activities they share
Creative Writing: Spawn The spawn knelt in the shadows of the corner. His iridescent eyes searching the dark for his prey. A prey he knew very well, almost too well. From the end of the stone corridor the spawn\'s ear picked out a single disturbance. From behind the mask a man\'s mouth twisted in a smile and a thought of satisfaction crossed his mind. Rising to his feet the spawn walked defiantly down the corridor. His armoured boots making no sound on the cold floor. A heart that beat no blood,
Creative Writing: Manifest Function In a land far far away and long ago there was an abundance on game animals until hunters came and slaughtered animal after animal to sell to near by restaurants for profit. Time passed and many became rich but the once abundant forests were now some how empty and game-less. Something had to be done! That\'s when mayor, John Enviro Mental the II of New Brunswick decided he would ban the listing of game animals on the menus at near by restaurants to stop the pil
Creative Writing: Instant I\'ll always remember Instant. That was the nickname the men had tacked onto the muscled giant that wielded the M60 in my unit. "Instant" was short for "Instant Death." And I\'ll always remember the first time I saw Instant in action. I was a new Lieutenant assigned to Vietnam. Back then, the Army didn\'t try to develop any "team spirit" within the corps; men were rotated frequently before any friendships developed. Consequently, my men were a group of strangers united
Creative Writing: The Big Scoop Hello, my name is Jack Williams. I am a reporter you have been hearing a lot about and this is how I gathered my information for my article on "Computers, Hacking, And USA\'s Citizens" that has been causing so much uproar in many states and even in the government. Recently, people have claimed that I fantasized everything in the report and that I should work in the fiction field in stead of journalism, so here is the exact way I received my information for my stor
The Cask of Amontillado: Creative Writing Itzkowitz, David 11/26/96 period 1 At precisely 10:30 A.M. I got a call from a Mr. Machiano saying while renovating a palazzo his men found the bones of a human. When I got to the scene one of his employees showed me to the bones. The clothes were still on the carcass. I asked Mr. Machiano how the body was discovered, "My men were knocking down the walls and one of them found a skeleton with its clothes on, and that\'s when I called you." I asked whom he
Creative Writing: The Chase from the view of the chased Leaving the jewelry store at a rather accelerated pace, a common, plain- clothed man with a parcel tucked under his arm jumped into his white, slightly dirtied Ford Bronco. He then hurriedly concealed the package under the front passenger seat making certain to prevent it from being seen from people passing by. He then tore out of the parking lot attempting to avoid drawing attention to himself or his accompanying bundle. He knew it would o
Creative Writing: The Chicken by DaPimp Sarah lived on a small farm in Ohio in 1959. She was nine years old, had brown hair and green eyes. Her mother raised chickens to eat and would sell the eggs. One day Sarah\'s mother gave Sarah her very own chicken to raise. Sarah named the chicken Maryanne. Sarah couldn\'t wait for Maryanne to start laying eggs because Sarah wanted to sell the eggs and buy a necklace that she had been wanting for just about a year now. She found some wood, some chicken wi
Creative Writing: The Competitors As thousands of people poured into the rectangular shaped stadium for what was being called, "the event of the century" , the participants readied themselves for the hardships they would surely suffer from the games. After a long grueling season of intense bodily torture this would by the final chapter of confrontations. Out of the 275 original members of the DFS leagues infant year, only 20 remained. These men and women were not only hardened on the outside, bu
Creative Writing: The Crash ........ as Jesse stumbled down the stairs, he could hear the weeping and he knew that something had gone wrong. He cried out, "what\'s going on?" "Jesse this is officer Potter, and he would like to talk to you," wept his grandmother. "What\'s the problem officer?" mumbled Jesse half asleep, rubbing his eyes. "Well, Jesse I don\'t know how to tell you this, but this morning on I-43 your dad was in a very terrible accident. He was hit by a semi truck heading south on t
Creative Writing: The Drive Driving through the dessert can be wearisome, fatiguing and all the things that you dread in a long drive. Not this trip, it was the new beginning, I was on my way to find myself. I had 14 hours to contemplate the reasons I was doing this. My friends said I was nuts, family said I was stupid. Let\'s see, nuts and stupid, um, O.K. I guess everyone has their own opinion. Its not really what I wanted to hear, but I could see their point. Yuma, Arizona, my hometown, lived
Creative Writing: The Ghost and His soul Nowhere, a place to live a life so full of destruction that time never seems to take place a bleaching of disaster reaches out of the hole of hell to seize any frightful body a whispering ghost sits upon a rotted out log stump to tell a tale never told before the beast was the soul of the darkened phantom that roved the area in hate upon a midmorning rain a beast no more mere than the size of a 2000 pound bolder prowled to feast was his mind set and to an
The Gift of The Magi: A Continuation (Creative Writing) It was one week from Della\'s 30th birthday and Jim didn\'t have enough money to buy her a present. "Well," Jim thought, “if I don\'t have a watch then why should I have a chain for one?” So, he sold his watch chain in order to have money for Della\'s present. “Now, what do I buy Della?” he asked himself. “I think I\'ll go to the flea market and look for something, because one little rusty old chain won\'t buy me very much,” Jim stated as h
Creative Writing: The Highwayman Their journey to London was not a long one, but in the night, it was a treacherous one. A rolling fog covered the land, one couldn\'t see twenty feet ahead, but in the still, quiet night, sound carried for a mile. They began their trek in the early evening, the sun had yet to dip below the horizon. The passengers needed in London, could not wait for the next morning. The stage driver was the best to be found, his fee large, but his experience was priceless. He wa
Creative Writing: The Inferno It is the quintessence of monotony: a mountain chain of stucco that lies atop fallow lots the size of kitchen magnets. Welcome to suburbia. I effortlessly enter my pervious pastel palace, but the voyage to my room is an uphill battle; it is quite an insurmountable quest. The trek to my cell consists of a frozen spiral staircase. It is not smooth and slippery, though, but rocky and perilous. The portal lies beyond the staircase… I force my way through the abrasive fo
Creative Writing: Inn From Hell It all started on a dark a stormy night just outside of the Paris city limits at about 11:00 P.M. when Doctor Bleed and his assistant checked into the old run down inn. You see the weather was so bad that they could not even make it all the way over to Spain so they had to stop. They walked in with thier clothes soaked from the rainfall, when they first walked in they realized that there was nobody at the desk to wait on them so they just took it upon themselves t
Creative Writing: The Miller\'s Tale This is a true tale of me and my life, or at least for a short while. The day had started out so well, you see I had become somewhat of a owner of women. I was interested in this becomes because of the free jobs that came with it. You see because of my gorgeous looks the women had trouble seeing past it to the real man in my pants, I mean in me. So why not just become an owner of women to sell to others for nightly jobs and such and reap the benefits of it al
Creative Writing: The Nightmare It all began one day when I was over my friend Susan\'s house. Her parents had just left for vacation to Texas, leaving her home by herself. I was allowed to stay that weekend while her parents were away. Susan and I were sitting down eating when she got a call from the house where a new family just moved into. The Smith\'s had asked her to babysit for them. They said it was all right if I came too. They wanted us to come over about six that evening. When we got o
Creative Writing: The Pearl - Continuation As Kino and Juana walked hand in hand back to their brush house the song of evil hung over them like a shadow. For they could not understand why their pearl , this beautiful wonderful pearl that was supposed to bring them so much happiness wasn\'t worth nearly as much as they had expected. When they arrived at the brush house Kino sat in a corner while Juana placed Coyotito down in his crib for a nap. Kino again raised his pearl out in front of him. On
Creative Writing: The Person Behind The Mask It had all begun when he was a little boy. One year a circus had come to town. In the morning a big parade was held in main street. He could see the clowns walking around making people laugh. He would watch the clowns\' faces as they walked by. The big noses and the funny walks made him feel happy. It was poor times, and his father was out of work. His family couldn\'t afford any material benefits, but each year his father collected enough money so th
Creative Writing: The Present Theme: Greed and stupidity. "Mysterious Fires Breaking out Across Prince Rupert, British Colombia"-- John Reeves "I can\'t believe there is another one" read surprised Henry Peters. "That must be 5 houses in the last 2 months. Why would anyone do such a vapid thing?" "Dad, they don\'t even know if someone is setting them yet!" "Oh Billy, wake up and smell the smoke. Fires like that just don\'t start themselves." Billy knew that as he was walking away, but since he w
Creative Writing: The Quest Feeling quite tired and hungry, my friend and I entered the food court of the Everett Mall. Looking around, I decided that I was going to get some Chinese food. I turned to my friend and told him, he said that he would too. We then made our way over to the Chinese food counter. Upon arriving, I realized a possible problem; we only had Canadian money. I walked up to the woman at the counter, and asked her if they accepted Canadian money there. "No, sorry, we only accep
Creative Writing: The Search I used to work for the F.B.I., in the Portland office. It was my childhood dream to be the one who gets the bad guy. My fiftieth birthday was in just three months. I had a wife and three children, still do, and the same job I\'d had since my graduation from Quantico. We were living just outside Portland. My oldest son, John jr., was in his third year at Washington. The twins were high school seniors at this time and my pride and joy, daddy\'s little girls. Carolyn an
Creative Writing: The Story of the Three Little Pigs 1. Upon a time there lived a homely hog woman, and her three straplings. They lived in a bare brush hut in the forest, and they did live in squalor, and they were tortured by many hooligans and wild beasts. 2. On one day, a wolf came to pester forsooth. And he did huff and he did blow, and he did blow yon pighut down. The hog woman did send her young into the wilderness to escape the beast, and they did so. Thus the wolf did eat the poor hog w
Creative Writing: The Tale of Me And Summer Reading It was a bright, hot summer day when it all happened. I could have been sitting at the beach or swimming. Although that was not the case. I had to actually put effort into something, to actually think , to actually well, read. I went upstairs to find the summer reading list. I looked through pile after pile of school computer printouts but still no luck of that little reading list. I began to get frustrated and decided the best thing to do now
Creative Writing: The Unforgettable Man Derek Achterfeldt Eng 101 10/14/96 Remembered Event Revision Being an orderly at Scottsdale Memorial Hospital was a fun job that required a strong heart. The hospital was a great place for me to experience the beauty of life and the unwanted death of humans. Throughout my year of employment at the Community Hospital, I was able to enjoy my work by interacting with many kinds of interesting patients. Without the hospital, I would have never imagined to be c
Creative Writing: The Wave I have to prove my point to Principal Owen\'s. I can still make this work, I\'m sure I can. Over the past week I have shown these kids what it was like to be equal. I can end this experiment, these kids just have to know what they are doing is wrong and it must be stopped. The only problem will be to get help from members that are not in the Wave. Maybe Laurie and David can help me teach these kids a lesson. How can I do it? First I have to get all the Wave members int
Creative Writing: The Wind in His Sail "Ahh, there\'s no wind today," sighed Cobi as he tacked his sail around and headed for the shore. Cobi was a sailor. Cobi wasn\'t a typical sailor, Cobi was a National Championship winning sailor. A sailor who thrived on high winds and rough seas, who has accomplished everything there is to accomplish in Canadian sailing. He is the envy of every young sailor and child. They wish, aspire, and dream to be like Cobi. "Hii Cooobiii," wines Julie. Julie just hap
Creative Writing: Unexpected Horizons Wow! I love going deep sea fishing on our boat. I was excited when my dad had asked me if I wanted to go this weekend. We departed that Saturday morning after almost a week of sheer anticipation, our destination, Port Canaveral, home of of some of the best fishing on the east coast of Florida. The sea is a very dangerous place when riled by a storm, even a mild one, so we always made sure the day would be at least close to perfect before we ventured out into
Creative Writing: Unhappy Meal Aaron lit a Basic brand cigarette as Amir pulled his beat up 1976 snot green Chevy Nova into the crowded parking lot of the McDonalds on Route 1 in Saugus, Massachusetts. He always seemed to do this to himself; lighting cigarettes when he\'d just have to snipe them out on the bottom of his tattered army boot. He put his pointer finger to his head and pantomimed shooting himself. Amir glanced at him uneasily, then scanned the lot for an open space. Aaron drew hard o
Creative Writing: X-Men Zach Dotsey English 101 Section 30 12 December, 1996 When many people hear about the X-Men, they think of a silly kid\'s comic book, but that is not so. X-Men, actually most comic books in general, are a unique blend of two classic art forms; drawings, sometimes even paintings, and storytelling. A comic artist must be able to convey the right mood and feeling for his or her art. They must also be able to fluidly tell a story and fit it all in the allotted number of pages.
Creative Writing: Who\'s in the Wall? Ursula McIntyre At precisely 10:30 A.M. I got a call from a Mr. Machiano saying that while renovating a palace his men found the bones of what seamed to be a human body. When I got to the scene one of his men showed me to the corps. It had dirty, out-of-date clothes draped upon its remains with a piece a rope beside it. I asked Mr. Machiano how the body was discovered. "My men were knocking down a wall and one of them found a skeleton with a motlry on, and t
Creative Writing: Hephaestus and Aphrodite - The Dispute As Hephaestus was walking down Rhea Street on Mount Olympus, he noticed his wife, Aphrodite, kissing Hermes, the messenger-God, next to the area\'s one and only Burger God (very well-known for its char-broiled Whoppers). "Wait just a tootin\' minute," he said aloud to himself. "Why is my wife kissing Hermes? She is supposed to be devoted to me!" He was furious. It was very rare when Hephaestus became angry for any reason, so he was certain
King Arthur By the ninth century people all over were telling the fabulous tales and romances about Arthur and his kingdom. The common people heard them sung by bards, while in the court poets wrote different versions. In each retelling the speaker would select certain details for emphasis and introduce new elements, so that the story could be adapted to the particular time and audience. Although most historians believe that there actually did exist an Arthur, they differ on how major his role w
Creative Writing: The Legend of Sweating Moose-Balls A long time ago, there was nobody on the land except for one Indian tribe: The Cranchids. Then, the white man moved in, burning down their huts, killing all of the men, and taking the women to be slaves. They left all of the children alone, to survive on their own. One of the children was named Sweating Moose- Balls. His father was the chief of the tribe, and the greatest warrior that ever lived. His name was Dancing Prairie Chicken. Now that
Creative Writing: Origin of the Big Dipper Once their was a old couple who lived in a village near the country-side. The village they lived in didn\'t have a lot of food. The couple had a chicken who had just had seven baby chicks. One day a monk came to the village to teach the people there because they had very poor or no education. The monk had not eaten all day and said that he was very hungry. The people in the village panicked because they were so poor and barely had enough food to support
"Perfectly Imperfect: The Shakespeare Story" Few authors today write with such universal understanding that their works will be popular with all types of people, and so successfully that their work survives centuries. These authors posses qualities we can seldom identify in their lifetimes. Yet we do know this -- William Shakespeare was one of them. William Shakespeare\'s parents were John Shakespeare and Mary Arden. John Shakespeare was born in 1529. His father was a small tenant farmer in Snit
Doubt of Shakespeare\'s Authorship of His Plays Over the years, various persons have expressed doubt as to the authorship of William Shakespeare. These doubts are as old as his plays. American author, Henry James once said, "I am haunted by the conviction that the divine William is the biggest and the most successful fraud ever practiced on a patient world. (Hoffman 27) On the other hand, author Calvin Hoffman was convinced that Shakespeare was "the author of the most magnificent English dramati
Creative Writing: A Night Fishing It must have been 4 feet long and must have weighed at least 30 lbs. It was one of the slimiest ones we ever caught. The tentacles were almost a foot long and the scales where the size of quarters.@ AYeah right, we believe you, (Paste your name here).@ While my peers were playing video games or hide-and-go-seek, (a friends name) and I were out ether exploring the unknown, or sleeping from staying out all night. None of the students in my sixth grade class Ashow
Creative Writing: My Bike Finally, the first day of decent weather after a long and rainy winter, had arrived. I\'d been looking forward to this day ever since I had baught my mountain bike last December. This would be the first ride that I would be taking, and I was had been really looking forward to this day. As I grabed my helmet and water bottle and made my way to the garage, I began thinking about where I would venture on my first ride. As I wipped of the seat and handle bars, I began to th
Richard Lederer: His Works Richard Lederer was once asked where he would get all these funny stories he answered: "Ever since I became a writer, I had found that questions the most difficult to answer and had only recently come up with an analogy that I thought would satisfy both my audience and me. Pouncing on the opportunity to unveil my spanking new explanation, I countered with, Where does the spider get its web? The idea, of course, was that the spider is not aware how it spins out its intr