Essay - Explorers or Boys Messing About
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On the sidewalk bleeding continuation
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The Lottery: Free choice, self knowledge and Guilt
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Creative writing involving war
Creative Writing The wailing sirens struck fear into the struggling crowd of panicking civilians. The adrenaline rush filled me as I barged passed all the strangers and knocked an old man off his feet, he tripped into the puddle beneath him launching muddy water into the others surrounding. Nobody cared, I could not help unless I wanted the same to happen to me, but as I turned around an aircraft shot past, a thundering rumble followed and shook the ground. As the old man searched for his walking stick in the marshy ground something caused an explosion; obliterating the helpless man and propelling rock and mud towards me at unbelievable speeds. Everything went black as a heavy rock belted into my face, I lay unconscious between two mangled bodies. I woke up to the same noise; aircraft shaking the earth, bombs breaking the earth and incessant screaming that sends a chilling sensation to your bones and then is silenced by an explosion. Only now the average volume was quieter, the loudest noise was two men shouting at each other. I kept my eyes closed to try and understand exactly what was going on and listened intently. "Open the door what are you doing!?" yells an Arabian man, The other person responded calmly, "We have enough people in here and we don't need anymore blood around the place." "What you're just going to let them die!?" "It looks like it doesn't it?"
'Revenge is Sweet'.
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Travel Writing
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Red Head Me. All I saw was what I hated most, the thing that made me an outcast, why the girls laughed and the boys never looked at me. My red hair.
Reflective Essay Red Head Me Rhianon Cunningham 325 Words Staring in the mirror, I never saw a face. I never saw my almond-shaped blue eyes or my rosy lips. I never saw my peaches and cream complexion, my white teeth or long lashes. All I saw was what I hated most, the thing that made me an outcast, why the girls laughed and the boys never looked at me. My red hair. I know it seems silly that something as trivial as hair colour could have such a significant impact on my life and self-image, but my red tresses have most definitely had a part in shaping who I am today. I won't pretend to remember the exact moment or day that I noticed I was different. My memories stretch as far back as primary school where I was a bit of a teacher's pet, and not exactly top dog in the popularity stakes. I was quickly labelled an outcast and christened 'the ginger one' a nickname I despised. Most of the class considered being seen talking to me a fate worse than death. Unfortunately, this attitude lasted throughout my time in primary. I fell into a silent depression and focussed all my energy on my studies, but I took solace in the fact that I would soon be leaving, and attending a high school none of my classmates would be studying at. When I began secondary, I desperately hoped I could have friends and get on with life without the name-calling. I hoped I could be happy for once and forget
