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  • Personal Narrative: A Heroic Journey To Save My Life

    Dangerous. Uncontrollable. Do not approach. These were the words that were plastered over the metal fence. Many heroic stories start with a protagonist, me in this case, and the protagonist is forced to go into danger to save the lives of others. I was about to jump over this fence to save a life, and that life was my own. The story starts on a Tuesday. There was nothing different about this day. I woke up to my parents arguing about the cereal. The sun was shining just like it did on Monday. I dressed in the usual jean and t-shirt combo, and I was ready for school. Many kids write that school is their own personal hell, but that wasn’t the case for me. I really enjoyed school. There was petty drama, stoner kids telling outrageous stories, and the infamous bad teacher. Mr. Pickler was my favorite teacher. He taught every student how to do drugs, how to have spicy relationships, and how to beat up people. He was supposed to be teaching us the importance of Shakespeare, but Shakespeare was not going to save us on the streets. A simple press of the DVD button, and each student was zoned out on the mobster movies. I don’t know how many times I had seen the godfather, but I was pretty sure I could play Al Pacino’s part. Anyways, back to the day that I jumped over the fence. Heroic stories often have this side-kick that helps the hero accomplish the goal. My side-kick was a very lonely boy around the age of ten. I am one year away from being eighteen, so this kid was very lonely…

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  • Creative Writing: Breakdown Home

    ELDON THE GIANT AND BREDOCK HOLT THE GNOME lay concealed in a patch of scrub grass and stubby trees, which did little to shelter them from the elements. It was late evening and they were high on a steep hillside overlooking a bleak valley. They were both well wrapped against the biting wind and incessant driving rain, but that did little to raise their spirits. It had rained almost nonstop since their arrival in Yar-Atgur, the Gnome homelands. They had set out straight after the meeting with…

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  • Personal Narrative-It's All Quiet On The Western Front

    It was cold and ordinary evening on March 5, 1770, when I was walking down King street with my friend Henry. As were walking past the Custom House a young wig maker's apprentice walked up to a British soldier and insulted him because he had not payed for a wig. Another British soldier had walked out and scolded the young boy for disrespecting a British soldier. The boy exchanged insults with the soldier so he pulled out his musket and struck the boy on the side of the head. A stream of chills…

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  • Personal Narrative: Unbroken

    I was heartbroken, for the first time in my life. We were walking back to our houses from our neighborhood Christmas party. It was the 3 of us; Emily, Margs, and me. We have been friends forever because we all lived close together; but in school we all were in different friend groups. In school it was as if we didn’t even know each other. We were all talking about what we wanted for Christmas. I asked Emily, “Don’t you want a dog?” She answered “Of course, but my stupid brother is allergic to…

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  • Essay On Babysitters

    With all the home projects completed upstairs, construction began on the two bedrooms in the basement that would house all five girls. Max and Hanna had to make numerous trips to the department and hardware stores to purchase home furnishings and building materials. On occasion, they took all seven children, making them wait in the car while they shopped. Other times, a sitter was hired to tend to this rambunctious bunch. Types of babysitters evolved as they grew older. One time, the babysitter…

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  • Personal Narrative Essay: The Smell Of Warm Cookies

    The Smell of Warm Cookies The smell of grandma’s fresh cookies warms my heart as I walk to her front door. I love coming here to escape from my other problems. I’m so happy to be away from my mom’s house. I can’t deal with her while she’s intoxicated. “Well Shelby, since you have a problem with me drinking, you can just get your ass right out my house!” She yelled at me while my siblings just stood around and watched. “I don’t want to be here. You act like you don’t love me anyways, so why…

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  • Personal Narrative: My Experience Of My Best Friend

    I had a best friend that I had been friends with for ten years. Her name is Chyanne, we met in kindergarten when we both went to Anderson elementary. In Second grade we both switched to different school and never talk to each other because she went to school in Des Moines and I went to school in Ankeny. Well when I was in fourth grade my mom was pregnant with my little brother and sister. Her C-section was on November 19th, as I was anxiously sitting in the waiting room waiting to go see my new…

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  • F. Scott Fitzgerald's 'An Excerpt From Autobio'

    Scrambling off the boat luffy and zoro jump on the floating restaurant as tobio gets scolded by his grandpa sitting on luffy 's other side you grab a plate and start to eat, hearing the word underlings you turn and give tobio your deadliest glare "were not your underlings kid" he shrinks away from you in fear his grandpa laughs turning in our direction noticing we were eating his food he yelled "hey don 't eat without my permission!" luffy and zoro stopped at the same time while you had your…

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  • Personal Narrative: The Five Year Olds

    We were all incredibly bored and we were just sitting around not knowing what to do. Finally, being the five year olds we are, my friends and I decided to play “extreme” hide and seek together. We all went outside to establish the rules. The rules were not very descriptive, but basically we decided that we were going to play a different version of hide and seek, where everyone ran and then formed alliances or stayed on their own. Then, we had to try to find each other and “kill” the other with a…

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  • Snowman Research Paper

    Once upon a time Santa and his elf decided to make Snowman. Not just any snowman, but a creamy, yummy Snowman made out of ice cream. Santa scooped the ice cream out into three round scopes. The first scoop was the largest of the three and was the bottom layer. The next scoop, was a medium size and formed the middle of the snowman. The last scoop of creamy white ice cream was the smallest scope and it was for the Snowman’s head. Once the Snowman’s body was shaped, Santa gave him cinnamon…

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