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1519 days

 Date: 09/22/15 07:34   in : Creative_Writing 

Opening Lines Hello America! Streaming to you live from UT Austin, My name is Alykhan Khaki and I will be your guide on the journey to find the best pick up line of all time….Dave asked me to do this segment because of Dave’s complete lack of success picking up the gorgeous women appeari...

 

1519 days

 Date: 09/22/15 04:21   in : Creative_Writing 

Valued Out there in this world some one is crying, out there in this world someone is dying. And we are living, breathing, surviving. We all value something in our lives, but I cherish life itself. What we take for granted another man wishes he could have. On a day to day basis so many pe...

 

1519 days

 Date: 09/22/15 02:39   in : Creative_Writing 

Friendship Education is defined as the act or process of educating or being educated. An educated person is one that shows evidence of schooling, training, or experience. Neither of these definitions mention anything concerning how knowledge is truly obtained or the branches from which ...

 

1519 days

 Date: 09/21/15 11:58   in : Creative_Writing 

Getting....Smaller Smaller.. Smaller.. Smaller.. Smaller.. Smaller.. Smaller.. Smaller.. Elevators have radically changed the kind of approach that I take on traveling from one level to another in a building and also whom I travel with while in them. Some people are terrified of the dar...

 

1519 days

 Date: 09/21/15 10:46   in : Creative_Writing 

Home Town Hometown In Hiller Pennsylvania one’s emotional and physical state will always be in good hands. Hiller is not a local breeding ground for underachievers but to only those who demand excellence and surely the best. As a small tight nit community Hiller resides as one ...

 

1520 days

 Date: 09/21/15 10:09   in : Creative_Writing 

Quiet My hand shook violently as I fumbled with my keys. I tried to quiet the jingling, tried to unlock the door quickly without making much noise, tried to get inside before he caught up with me. I turned the knob and rushed through the door, locking it with a click behind me. My heart p...

 

1520 days

 Date: 09/21/15 04:05   in : Creative_Writing 

Descriptive Essay on the Ocean When deprived of water, a sponge becomes hard and brittle. It shrivels up like a wilted flower, lifeless. Water relaxes sponges, fills them up, makes them soft and supple. At times, I find myself becoming hard and much in need of something to fill me up ...

 

1520 days

 Date: 09/20/15 22:51   in : Creative_Writing 

Back Home Among green prairies, emerald colored hills, thickly wooded canyons, rugged wilderness, and blistered soil and everything looks ocher color painted, there, exists the warmth of rich cultured people. Where the water descends from the clustered mountain range and flows through t...

 

1521 days

 Date: 09/20/15 06:39   in : Creative_Writing 

BIG SISTER I sat quietly on the couch with my father. His short muscular arm extended over my head, as if he were trying to protect me from something. His fingers got lost in my ponytails, and I yanked my head forward to signal that I did not want him to play in my hair. My father kne...

 

1521 days

 Date: 09/20/15 00:17   in : Creative_Writing 

At Home Mom was in the kitchen cooking a Christmas Eve breakfast when I woke up. Through the aroma’s I could make out the smell of fried bacon, buttermilk biscuits, and Moravian sugar cake. As I drifted into the kitchen, still half asleep, Mom turned and smiled as I did the same. “Go...

 

1521 days

 Date: 09/19/15 17:40   in : Creative_Writing 

Window The Window As I approach the window to my living room, I can feel the breeze from the warm air passing through the house. The curtains blow furiously around, dancing with one another in what seems to be some ancient primal ritual. Before I even look outside, I can already ...

 

1521 days

 Date: 09/19/15 13:27   in : Creative_Writing 

Growing Up It all begins with the famous phrase, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. As a child, I thought the words “growing up” meant becoming like Mom and Dad. It meant having a job, being able to cook dinner, and knowing how to pay bills. I was too young to understand the ...

 

1521 days

 Date: 09/19/15 12:52   in : Creative_Writing 

Good Study Habits Some good study habits are to figure out how long the or how many chapters you will study. If you are a procrastator you need to start off on something that is interesting to you, for you to get motivated to read and study.When you study you need to be in a quiet, good t...

 

1523 days

 Date: 09/18/15 10:22   in : Creative_Writing 

Adjustments College life thus far has been an entirely new experience for me. From letting go of my Mom and moving away from home and finally getting settled in then realizing that your new roommate is a major drug dealer and having to move again, on top of having hard classes and not kno...

 

1523 days

 Date: 09/18/15 09:30   in : Creative_Writing 

The High School Clique High School, it is where you will meet a variety of people. It is one of your first exposures to what you think the world is going to be like. In high school, you have your “in crowd”, your “freaks”, and of course your “nerds”. Pretty much everyone fit into one ...

 

1523 days

 Date: 09/17/15 22:57   in : Creative_Writing 

Summer Paradise When I was young the thing I remember most is the summers. I remember the excitement and the thought of the fun to be had. It was an escape from the everyday. I have been lucky enough to do this my entire childhood. When I think about our vacations to my cottage, I c...

 

1524 days

 Date: 09/17/15 08:24   in : Creative_Writing 

The Misconception Of An Average Guy The Misconception of an Average Guy Just because I’m bigger than you doesn’t mean I’m a killer. I am taken the wrong way very often by people, even people that know me pretty well. I am a little larger than the average guy, and most of my frien...

 

1524 days

 Date: 09/16/15 22:55   in : Creative_Writing 

New At School Arriving at Canisius College in late August was a mind blowing experience. The unfamiliar situation which I was in was so familiar to me when I arrived. It’s the feeling I got when I started my first day of pre-school. Every face belonged to a stranger and every voice see...

 

1525 days

 Date: 09/16/15 03:30   in : Creative_Writing 

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1526 days

 Date: 09/14/15 21:56   in : Creative_Writing 

That We Have a Dream I open my eyes. The first things I see are my sons. They have a strange look in their eye. Almost like they never expected to see my eyes again. Maybe they’re right. Maybe this is my last time to see. Maybe this is my last chance to speak. Maybe this is my last...

 

1526 days

 Date: 09/14/15 12:11   in : Creative_Writing 

Passionate Writing When first assigned this writing topic I immediately thought about the inspiration to my writings. It was easy to look at the poems I write and say that the person I was writing to was my inspiration. But, I had no real inspiration to in class writings. So, an essay o...

 

1527 days

 Date: 09/13/15 22:17   in : Creative_Writing 

My Little Prayer To God Saying a little prayer to God at every beginning and end of each traveling journey is part of a daily routine that I always do for the past three years. Some of my friends think that I’m being too religious for having this devout attitude. None of them know that ...

 

1527 days

 Date: 09/13/15 20:21   in : Creative_Writing 

My Mother It took me eighteen years to realize what an extraordinary influence my mother has been on my life. She’ s the kind of person who has thoughtful discussions about which artist she would most want to have her portrait painted by (Sargent), the kind of mother who always has time f...

 

1528 days

 Date: 09/13/15 08:59   in : Creative_Writing 

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1528 days

 Date: 09/12/15 16:29   in : Creative_Writing 

Narritave Essay Narrative Essay PAGE1 My name is J. I’m going to tell you about something very frightening that happened to me. It all started with me and a few of my friends. I got a call around ten o’clock on a Saturday n...