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  • Personal Narrative Essay: Barbie: My Favorite Doll

    Barbie is My Favorite Doll When I was a little girl, I thought nothing in the world could delight me more than a Barbie doll. She has often stayed with me in spirit and acted like a model for me to follow, when I have grown in my childhood. Indeed, Barbie doll is like a life-like figure, who stimulated my imagination, encouraged me to move on when I felt sad, enlightened me when I was in the dark. Interesting, Barbie doll was also my faithful friend, always lending its ear to listening to my…

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  • Narrative Voice In A Mere Interlude By Thomas Hardy

    The short story “A Mere interlude” written by Thomas Hardy makes effective use of narrative voice to reveal the intentions of Hardy in crafting such a story. The irony of the title, as what was supposed to be “A Mere Interlude”, Baptista’s short and tragic marriage to her ex-lover Charles Stow, eventually takes form as a major turning point in her life. It subjects her to much emotional turmoil and eventually leads her back to the one thing she hoped to escape from through her marriage to…

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  • The New World: A Short Story

    I could picture the Earth in my head. The blues of water, greens of vegetation, and whites of clouds, all the essentials of life swirling together as if left by brush strokes. I had been seeing it since my first earth science class in elementary school, glaring out at me from textbooks as if demanding an answer. How could you do this? The question reverberated in my head, the dull ache of cognitive dissonance setting in as I peered out the window. I didn’t have an answer. None of us did. That’s…

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  • Creative Writing: Senator Donald Welt's Death

    IN THE BRIEF MOMENTS FOLLOWING HIS DEATH, Senator Donald Welt was sure of one thing, he was dead. That much he knew for certain. But there were other things he didn’t know of course. The small things, the details. Who had shot him? Why had they shot him? What was next? That final question seemed most pressing for the time being, a question he claimed to know the answer to throughout his entire political career. It’s so easy for the living to talk about death, but for the dead it was no laughing…

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  • Personal Narrative-The Essential Man

    marked me so deep into my veins and it was written all over in papers.. It was one sunday afternoon and as I exit the parking lot into the building were the store I worked was located I felt this warm feeling rolling round and round not only in my belly but in my head.. The smell of cannabis drowned the whole building it was insanely gross. I speed walked as I covered my nose with my long sleeve shirt. I made my way to the back where only employees were allowed. Then made my way to the front…

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  • Why Do I Want To Become A Country

    former worker in the meat company downside the street. I just wanted to go see my family because I get back from work very late. My two beautiful children, Kalina and George, will be waiting for me to cuddle with them and bring them warmth to their hearts. My wife she would be making the rich tasty dinner she always does. Sadly, we’re starting to run out of food. We have a hard time making a Greek salad with some chicken. My wife and I are getting mega nervous because in one point we won’t have…

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  • Self-Awareness And Freedom In Alice Walker's The Color Purple

    Set against the patriarchal backdrop of the Deep South with its norm of male dominance, Alice Walker’s, The Colour Purple, maps the journey the novel’s protagonist, Celie, makes toward self-awareness and freedom. Walker’s epistolary structure highlights the importance of having opportunities to express ones thoughts and feelings in order to develop a sense of self and demonstrates how women have had their voices taken from them. Celie’s growth and the resulting parallel decline of male dominance…

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  • Ultimate Goal Essay

    just follow. I would be lying if I said that scared little girl inside my heart didn’t still believe this to be true to some extent, but with age came wisdom but we’ll get to this a little later. Seeing all the “pretty” people on tv, movies, ads, even in real life can be intimidating, convincing us all for the most part that this is just how life is. I hate to admit, but this way of thinking was apparent in my own family. My own mother was so unhappy with how she looked and the way the world…

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  • Personal Narrative: My Background And How I Grow Up

    Let me start by telling you my background and how I grew up. I was raised by a strong, independent women; I call Mom or as everyone else would call her, Donna. I grew up in a very big and loving family. I have one older sister Briana; growing up we didn 't get along because of our huge age gap; we are 10 years apart. When I was little I never considered myself as a fatherless little girl, I had my Grandfather and a family friend, Marc, who I considered my father figures; and I am so beyond…

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  • The Importance Of Life

    myself. Sweat dripped down the length of my body and into places I absolutely didn’t want to think about. My clothes were quickly becoming second skin, clinging in the most uncomfortable way. Furthermore it didn’t help that I was dressed from head to toe in sunlight absorbing black clothing. The only comforting thing that kept me going was having the knowledge that I knew everyone who surrounded me was going through the same experience. A quick glance to my left, a woman fans herself with a…

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