... honest individual. When I say freckle faced, I don’t mean it literally. What I really mean is that if I had a dollar for every freckle on his body it would be palm trees and coconuts from here on out. Red headed is just a polite way of saying, are you sure your not Irish? Nevertheless, he has always been and still is one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. This is the type of kid who made A’s in every class and couldn’t wait to get home and do his homework. (The one area we differ in.) As for his character, I again have met very few people in this lifetime that values this trait as much my friend. His dad and my dad were both in the Marines a ...
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... the white scrunched up piece of paper that told me my classes, I tried to look like I fit in. As I looked around for my class, I noticed I was on the wrong side of the building. ‘At least I know where the main building is,' I said to myself. The main building looked bright and cheery, like the sun. I trudged over to the main building trying not to look at anyone, the pavement looked really white. When I got to the main building I walked up to a Miss Kerby, sitting behind a desk and asked her if she could tell me where this building was. Instead I felt like I had just been arrested for murder. I was bombarded with about 5 questions all at once. I answered the ...
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... and Iran wake to this same nightmare everyday. They have no personal rights or freedoms at all. Everyday they live in fear for their lives. If its not being threatened by their own government its being threatened by the lack of food they receive. Imagining the things they go through everday makes me wonder about my freedoms. Why is it that I can go to my refrigerator whenever I want and be able to get a nice, clean drink of water. When Meanwhile in some foreign country some 10 year old kid, who has the same thirst as I do has to go to a lake where the animals bathe to get a foul, disease infested drink. Knowing about these peoples sufferings really makes me real ...
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... so bright that it made it hard to sleep. Even when I closed my eyes the sound of a random man’s snore would jolt me awake. I thought it was hopeless to even attempt to fall asleep, therefore I gazed up at the sky, hoping I would tune out the dreadful noises of drunken men. A shadow crossed my face, blocking the stars glow. A sudden rush of fear went through my body. Just when I leapt to my feet to see what was outside the door to the mead-hall opened. My jaw fell to the ground when I saw a devilish monster standing with its mouth watering. I quickly and quietly opened the near by window and crept out. Lucky for me the giant’s eyes and mine never met. I watched as ...
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... to grab a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the hands of a wino, take a few swallows and throw the bottle away. He finished his initial search of Central Park and found nothing unusual. he completed his second search of the area, again finding nothing out of the ordinary. Now the waiting began. Vlad was experienced in waiting, one had to be in this profession. exactly a black car rolls into the park. Punctual, Vlad thought, a good sign. Vlad watched as two men emerged from the front seat. Both men had large bulges under their arms. High caliber handguns Vlad thought, very nice, very efficient, very professional. The two man walked to the side of the car, one surve ...
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... to the touch. When I pulled my finger off the fruit of the kiwi, it felt sticky, almost not letting my finger go. Next, I rubbed my fingers over the seeds. They were so close together it was hard to feel one. When I managed to grab one, I noticed how slick it was. It was smooth with tiny bumps that were almost invisible to the touch. My hand was drawn to the core next. The core was spongy and felt like the fruit, smooth and slick. Next, I decided to listen to the sounds a kiwi could make. I pick the slice up, and I dropped it with a loud thump. It almost sounded like water sloshing in your boots. When I picked it back up, it sounded like a sticker bein ...
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... who stayed in Sweden, the oldest. Now I do not remember all the first names of his sisters. Terry Johnson Rierson came to America first. She actually was sent for by her husband who lived in Wisconsin working in a mill. They were married in Wisconsin. After he died and she had come to Idaho she then married Rierson. Anna Dalberg, Emma Swanson then two sisters who were married to Andersons. One was married the wife of John August Anderson, and one was married to John N. Anderson. John N. Anderson was the father of Sam, victor and Florence. One of their names was Breda. Which of the Anderson's I don't know but one was actually named Breda. Now with t ...
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... playing for a while, Felmont had beaten the Mage. Then after a few minutes the Mage walked over to the bar and ordered a gallon of ale and began to guzzle the ale very quickly. After the Mage had finished his ale, he was an angry and drunken Mage who was tempted to destroy the small village. Felmont was leaving the tavern when he saw a large bolt of lightning smash a small vendor's cart that caught on fire. Behind his back, the elf heard the Mage starting another chant. Felmont pulled out his small warhammer and took a large swing at the Mage's head. The Mage used his large staff to knock warhammer out of Felmont's hands. Felmont backed away and pulled out ...
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... life. That year, I was juggling three baseball teams, an intramural league, a travel team that everybody made, and I was trying out for the All-Star team for the first time. I did well for my intramural team, and my coach, Mr. Keubler, was also a coach for my travel team and All-Star team. He asked me to play for the travel team, called the Devlin Team and I accepted, always eager to play as much baseball as possible. I had a good season with the Devlin team that year, and my two coaches were Mr. Keubler and Mr. Seabright. They were also going to coach the All-Star team. At the end of my intramural season, All-Stars tryouts began. My coach, Mr. Keubler sugg ...
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... function or do not know what should do next, I would roll, roll and roll. This time is unusual because my head is crashing the fence of the bed. It is not much painful. The crash stops me rolling but starts me getting recall of my friend, Angus. At a time, my brain is working like a computer loading an enormous file. A picture is appearing - a guy is walking towards me and gives me his saber. The saber is sharp and shiny, it reflects an intensive light to my eyes. My eyes shutter reluctantly. I see my school, my night school. I am glad that this recall is not being erased. I remember that Angus sat beside me. "Do your best. You are new to this subject. Every ...
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