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A Grade 7 Incident
He was eating breakfast at the kitchen table, and he was watching the hydro municipal workers repairing an electrical wire outside. The day would be a casual one for him so he took in the whole scene with interest. Suddenly, he recognized one of the men. That man was Don J. whom some thirty years earlier, was his Grade 7 school teacher.
He decided to go outside and...
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The Vision
The time was close to 9:45 am Wednesday in late December l996. He was sitting on the edge of his bed contemplating his plans for the morning. He had decided he would go downtown and do some Christmas shopping. He really did not need anything; he was just keeping up appearances and trying to...
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Never
had I expected what would occur to me from July of 07 until now. Some
things would be grand, others would be downright terrible, but what
exactly am I saying. Well, I'll sum it up for you.
First,
I drove out to meet an old friend in California, and got to stay at a
fine hotel, but all the deep Sun's rays, along with the smell of the
nearby ocean could not drown out...
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FOCUS...........
i soaked the tears rolling on my cheecks and reinforced that i must be happy.
i tried to smile with moist eyes....but failed to blossom my expressions.
i have to still master in the art of showing smile on face when heart is crushing.
i complained to the god why this happens to me..when i open my eyes to
drink the beauty of life,open my lips to kiss the...
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Non-Fiction
A loud claxon of noise and a confused scramble for the alarm was how I woke up that day.
After quieting the sound I lay back down to try again.
This
time, clatter in the kitchen and muffled voices as the rest of them
leave for class. The clock says 9:45, shooting out of the comforter and
into the shower; I'm scrubbing for all I'm worth.
I would say the hell with it and pull...
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Non-Fiction
My Aunt Doris was a special lady. She went off from home at a young age to work at the airplane factory in Fort Worth, Texas during World War II, a time when young girls didn't leave their safe rural hometowns. She was mother to my five cousins, who were the brother and sisters in my only-child life. Although her family was...
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Non-Fiction
Where have you gone?
Just a week ago you were at home with us all and now you’re not here anymore. They told me I would have to be brave and wait for you to come home but someone took you away instead.
I came home from school and before I had got into the house I knew that there was something wrong. There was a big plastic bag in the kitchen full...
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Non-Fiction
I guess there really wasn’t anything to look up to. Walking through the field doesn’t seem to be quite as mysterious as back then. Discovering a new planet doesn’t make me wish of flying. I don’t look up to the sky wandering all day till it was time to go home. I don’t want to work as hard as an astronaut, I don’t want to...
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Non-Fiction
September 28th, 1896 was a day pretty much like any other. Well, yeah, one fisherman said the mullet were jumpin’ a lot, but what does that tell you? Nothin’ you can put your finger on. It had been a bit windy for a day or two, the wind out of the northeast. The tide was way out, exposin’ a lot of flat, just like any northeaster naturally would. But when we went to bed that...
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Non-Fiction
THE MORMON EXPERIENCE
John was in his room one Wednesday afternoon in late November sitting in the red chair beside the window. He had just been reading some Buddhist teachings concerning the heart. He believed that the heart, at its core, has purity, which is eternal.
As he meditated, he saw the heart as a series of layers within layers. At the center of these layers is the truly...
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Non-Fiction
I am a tremendou creation. I can steal a soul with only my eyes. Then I can chizzle their flesh into an ideal form. A tremendous spirit. Exactly what I do is mutilate beauty. The photos I take are then altered with bleach and wild colours. But bodies can be assembled and are capable of so many memories. Though fate will choose which are saved in time. You must be in a destined...
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Non-Fiction
It's just another normal day in the life of me. Boring. Uneventful. I didn't sleep the night before because I decided snorting Aterol and staying up all night talking would be better than sleeping. I do some homework, lay around for a couple hours, take a shower, get dressed and rush off to class. It's a Wednesday, so I have Psych at 2:00 p.m. I enjoy the class but there's no one in there...
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Non-Fiction
All in Good Faith. By John Thorley One of my earliest childhood memories is sitting cross legged on a dusty wooden floor staring into the large round face of Mrs Mason, my Sunday school teacher. Why was I there? Nearly half a century later I still can’t answer the question. I was there because in my family that was where you were supposed to be on a Sunday. It was a...
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Non-Fiction
It was a beautiful midsummer's day. A boy sat on a wide windowsill, looking out to the yard. Butterflies flew, flowers were in their prettiest blossom, and probably the birds were making a lot of noise, though the boy couldn't hear it through the glass.
It seemed as if the boy was looking at nothing special, but if you had followed his eyes, you'd have found out that he was actually...
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Non-Fiction
On
August 15th of 07,
I flew out to see my brother, Jonathan, in Salt Lake City. I had a
wonderful time out there, and I would love to return. I had to return
home in order to finish scheduling for school on the 21st
so. I will relate to you what occurred that day.
At
about 0600 HRS on Monday the 20th,
I left with my brother for the airport. I had my ticket, and my...
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Non-Fiction
Chapter 1: Introduction
In January of 2003, the late George "The Wiz" Jones met with Deborah DeWitt of East Central College at Rolla, Missouri (ECC) to ask if she knew any students that would be interested in doing a TV show for Channel 6 - Fidelity Communications. DeWitt then called Benjamin Little to see if he and Nathan Weaver would be...
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Non-Fiction
I couldn’t really see at all, when the alarm finally sounded. I was on my back in a pool of blood, most of it coming from my face. The beating had gone on for some time, but at this point, I had numbed it out. Thank God for the small mercies. Although the strikes continued, it just seemed like a powerful yet distant, jarring “THUMP!” “THUMP!” “THUMP” in...
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Non-Fiction
Every morning that we wake up and find ourselves pinned by the force of gravity to the crusty shell of this ball of liquid metal and rock is a remarkable event in its own right. The fact that we walk and talk and interact with each other is practically a miracle when you consider that our bodies are made from nothing more than minerals and elements scraped together under the instructions of our...
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Non-Fiction
Hello and good
day. My full name is Robert Quintin Penn, but you may simply call me
Quintin. I go by many names: Quintin, Mr. Penn, 1800, Señor
Pibb, and even The Man in Black. Where should I begin? I do not want
to tell my whole life's story right here and now. I suppose I should
tell you about my personality, my likes and dislikes.
At a young
age, I was...
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Non-Fiction
The Art of Letting Go
He was briefly meditating upon the title he had just written. He was looking back on his life and he could see that he definitely had learned how to let go of certain things. Here is his commentary on how it happened:
“It really began just shortly after my mother’s death when my cousin Billy came to pay me a visit. Billy had come to collect any pictures or documents of...
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