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  • My Bedroom Essay

    Down the stairs into my basement is my bedroom. There is a white door with a crack down the middle of the door with a glow in the dark skeleton hanging over it. When you walk into the room you see a book shelf that goes from floor to ceiling that is full of all types of books. My walls are painted blue and green, two walls for each color. I also have a large fuzzy green area rug on my floor. Against the far wall is my queen size bed that has a thick blanket made of earth colors that shows a picture of a deer on it. I have a corner desk that is built into my wall that is also painted green. Above my desk and next to it are built in book shelves that are full of random things from a dragon candle I got at king Richards fair to a Harry Potter wand I got from universal studios in Florida. Next to my desk is a long dresser that on top of it is my hermit crab cage where Poof, Jorden, and Cosmo live. Also on my dresser is my jewelry box that used to be my mother’s when she was young. Across from my bed is my entertainment center where my television, cable box, placation, and movies are. Also this is where I store my art supplies. I also have clips hanging from my…

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  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Dream House

    My Dream House Ever since I was a little girl, I have been imagining what my future would be like; these imaginations included future husband, future job, and future home. One might say that their dream home as a child differed vastly from what they would now want as an adult, but for me they go pretty hand in hand. In this essay, I plan to create a vivid image of the layout to which my future home will contain, because yes, this home will be a reality in my future. It is in the middle of…

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  • Analysis: Just Another Day

    Relieved that the boy’s appeared to be safe, Danielle comforted their worries, and promised it was okay to go back to sleep. Making her way to Lexi’s bedroom, she this time opened the door silently, peering into the room without waking the third child. Again, the child was still sleeping… But a crouched figure consumed the corner of the dark room. “Shhh, you’ll wake my daughter!” The demon almost silently hissed, her eyes beginning to glow bright red. Slowly, the creature rose from it’s…

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  • Descriptive Essay On My Place

    It can be a built or natural environment, that creates the settings for relationships. (T Cresswell, 2015) My place of significance is my home in Auckland. I chose to write about my home because I have spent most of life there and it is meaningful to me, I think my home is an important place that had a lot to do in establishing my belonging and identity. In this essay I will describe what my home is like, and why it is significant to me. I will explain what norms, rules, and conventions that…

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  • Mothers Day Gift Analysis

    A Mother’s Day Gift – Luxury Feminine Bedrooms on a Limited Budget As Mother’s Day approaches this weekend, the world treats their mothers like a queen. However, if you’re a mother yourself, you’re probably thinking, stretch marks, PTA meetings, sleepless nights and most importantly, nothing is more challenging the motherhood and the word “Mom” seems to be grammatically incorrect and the proper term is spelled “Queen Mom.” That said, my sisters and I set out to give our mother a gift that…

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  • My Grandma Mac's Life

    When I was about five years old, my parents ' got divorced. My dad moved back to the state I was born in, while I stayed with my mom in Arkansas. Every once and awhile I would have visits with my dad, he would come pick us up and take us back to Iowa. I mean, I understand now why my sister and I had to spend time with my dad there. But then, I was 5 and all I knew is that daddy wasn’t around for the past month. I was without a doubt, the biggest mommy’s girl and I hated having to leave her. I…

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  • The Bourne Window: A Short Story

    two windows directly on the floor above them. There was a window in between the second story windows that my mother and her boyfriend at the time referred to as the ‘Bourne Window.’ The name was derived from us having recently binged the Bourne Trilogy, and the window looking like something the titular character would be sniping someone through. We approached the front door to get an inside look, but found it was locked. Interestingly, the doorknob was useless, twisting made no difference; the…

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  • Voyeurism

    eventually led to me discovering my kink for voyeurism. One night after Elly finished working out she said she was going to take a shower so she went into her room and closed the door. As I was going to my room down the dark hall I notice a glimps of light coming from Elly’s door frame. It turns out that her door frame was crooked, allowing any passerby who was walking into the hall to see inside her room through a small opening between her door and door frame. If she…

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  • Description Of My Dream Home

    When I envision my dream home I see a huge rock home, with a sensational view on a hill, and a backyard with a pool. HGTV, my go to TV station, inspires me to be creative and makes me want to start planning my dream home today. House Hunters International remains my favorite TV show. Getting amazing ideas on my “someday” dream home thrills me. Growing up watching HGTV gives me knowledge, confidence, and a whole lot of wonderful ideas that allows me to design my very own dream home one day, when…

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  • My Present Day Life

    up my present day psych. I suppose I am made up differently than most students at Poughkeepsie Day School. To begin my mind floats to age three, where the mess began. I can still see the sun peaking in; it lightly brushing the creamy yellow walls. The stained white rug that had been lived in, and turned into a spotty brown rag. The green, luscious wood was my playland. My shiny black dog sat on the moldy deck; I remember pressing my little hand against her shiny, hot fur. “How…

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