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A ShortStory Based On : Conrades an Eposode.
... My Dad had always thought of me as a "no hoper". He was big and strong nothing like me all he said was "good luck" with a firm handshake. I could tell he didn't think I was going to last ...
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A significant journey in my life. As my family and I were returning from our short summer vacation in the in the mysterious and magical island on Bermuda a very unexpected, sad but true occasion occurred. After I had witnessed this occasion my view ...
... we could see the little public toilets and little huts along the edge of the beach, the little huts were trading places, during 6 in the morning and 11 at night little men would sit in portable chairs and sell ...
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A slave's diary.
... long because I sense that I will not be leaving this place soon.
Day 12
I am still locked in this place. It has become difficult to distinguish night from day, to distinguish the smell of decay emitting from the first of ...
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A Soldier's Life
... for dawn raids. Then, at 8am we have the usual period of 'daily hate' where exchange verbal abuse and gunfire. After this things always calm down. Breakfast rations usually consist of Bully beef tea, hard biscuits and bread which are ...
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A special place.
... into the streets. I had no idea where I was going. I was just simply following the paths. The time and where I was going didn't matter to me anymore, as long as I was away from the screaming house. ...
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A Spy comes home.
... made her stand out too much. She was just a jogger. On the opposite side from the young woman was a man in his early twenties. He was dressed casually in worn out but not shabby jeans and a denim ...
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A Stolen Education
... the note, he would become very noticeable to the public. So, Mark decided not to read the letter and wait until he got home later that night. Mark was very anxious for the last hour in his shift; he wanted ...
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A Stormy Night.
... that? I thought my heart was coming out my mouth. I slowly turned around. I didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean that no one was in the house with me. It was a large house. I was thinking before ...
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A story with a twist at the end
... a week or so now?
Detective: we found out through forensic science the body had spent they nearly three weeks in your office cupboard.
Mary: (looking fade and annoyed). Darling let me hope those aren't the days you didn't come home very ...
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A story with no real end (or) The man with no identity
... disappeared from public view shortly after the Hinckley incident, was believed to have been involved with numerous government task forces. Informed sources say that his presence in Botswana at the same time as young blood agents was no coincidence. Frankly, ...
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A strange Meeting
... black plastic bag beside some overused dustbins, to go and explore this unpromising estate.
Now here I stand, outside "The Paper Shop", a grotty looking business. The sign, which looks like at one point it may have contained neon lighting, hangs ...
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A Strange Meeting On a bone chilling Friday morning in December, 2000 a tall hooded man got out of a Toyota Supra
... his blood thirsty eyes through his balaclava.
Then there was a distant rumble of a car and then a Ferrari came rushing past and skidded around and stopped. A short black man leapt out of the Ferrari and had ...
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A Strange Meeting.
... focused on their objective; the sphere. They were drawn to its presence, drawn there by some unseen force, or perhaps, they were a victim to greed; all wishing to obtain this obsidian of absolute perfection. Whatever the reason, they all ...
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A Study Of Reality TV
... be shown or has it gone too far?
Many people feel that television is a reflection of modern day life and society; this may not be the case with the reality genre. Many producers of these programs contradict themselves by saying ...
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A Suburbian Murder
... jeans of a faded blue colour. He had no facial hair and his hair was flipped upwards, his green sparkling eyes reflected from the stunning sun like a diamond.
He started to shiver. He stopped. He stood guard, ...
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A sudden change in colour had awoken me.
... time. I was obviously still in the process of getting over the last twelve hours of sleep. My face had an unaccustomed sensation that I had only just realised. I ran my sultry hand down my cheek, and felt unusual ...
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A Survival Guide for a Family Only Weekend Camping Trip.
... tent(s), and of course your moms stuff. Which she overly packed. Who needs 13 socks, seven pairs of shoes, ten shirts, 11 pants, four sweatshirts, five jackets, and four hats anyway, when your only going to be gone for a ...
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A Survivor Account from the RMS Titanic
... tried to assure me that I was to lose everything except my life. I was bemused and seemed to doubt the little mans words, I handed him a small amount of change and sat and gaze and examine him as ...
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A Survivor's Story
... excuse to treat me to some kind of luxury, no matter what the cost was, but luckily he could generously afford it. I lavished in the lifestyle he provided for me, I soaked in all the expensive jewellery, our mansion ...
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A Tale for Winter
... their dark cave. Vladimir, who was freezing cold right through and missing all his furry friends, began to cry. Suddenly he heard a sniffling noise come from behind him. He turned around to see what looked like a small pile ...
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A tall, thin looking girl emerged at the top of the stairway
... loudly that the pigeons were disturbed in Trafalgar. Tears formed in Samantha's eyes as she hung her head and tried desperately not to make eye contact with anyone in the room. A sharp shout came from the far end of ...
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A Taste Of Death
... echoing around her room. As time went forth the sound grew stronger, until she heard a footstep, which automatically pulled her back into reality from the hypnotising sound of her clock. The sound was a footstep. Her heartbeat intensified as ...
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A TASTE OF HONEY
... a child would say.
In other ways their relationship seems be very sister like. Jo is open with Helen and does not hide anything from her. For example when Jo asks gets home from meeting the black boy Helen asks Jo ...
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A Teenage life.
... on bed
Melissa enters
Melissa - Has dad been drinking again? He's just had another go at mom. They're always arguing, I can't put up with it any more.
Louise - Don't worry about it, its just a little tiff, it'll be forgotten ...
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A teenager girl snatches the handbag of an elderly woman. The woman has a very weak heart and the shock of the theft gives her a heart attack from which she dies.
... drunk. I always used to see my mother standing in the small passage in our house crying. The waft of alcohol was on father's breath and the remains of the liqueur bottle sat on the table half empty, sometimes he ...