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... to the garbage can is a white plastic clothes basket. This is jammed tight between the garbage can and the desk, which sits near the corner. The tops of the desk are white, but the supports are black. School books cover the bottom shelf, while the next two have miscellaneous items on them. On the top shelf, an encased basketball sits. It's an Olympic ball dipped in gold. Next to the ball, hanging on the gray, black, and white marble-like painted walls, is a tournament bracket for last year's College Basketball Championship. Under the bracket is the light switch, and next to it is a black light. The next wall is bare, but in the corner, where the third wall meets it, there are si ...

... of. Or was it? I took a step backwards, and then kicked the door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. «Wow! What a huge mansion we've got here!» John took a peek into the house, but didn't dare go inside. There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn't locked, so I carefully turned the knob, and the door opened. Suddenly I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned around immediately to see, but there was nobody there. «Probably just my imagination», I said to myself, and went on into the room. It was a lounge, with some impressive furniture, antiques and other objects. It was ...

... baseball team in an undefeated season. Grandfather’s hands pitched fourteen “no-hitters” in a role. When I hear all the wonderful things about them, I have to believe them, because all I remember are crooked, old tree trunks. I’ve always wanted to see his hands when they actually looked like hands. In ten months, my grandfather will take my small hand in his and guide me down the aisle, only to give me away. His hands have always been my protection and comfort, but at that moment, they will become my sadness. After grandfather lets my hand go, I will take the hand of a new protector and comforter. ...

... A faint shiver whips through the chilled wind as the frozen handles of the coffin are reluctantly grasped by the eight men in black trousers with brilliant brass buttons. I watch without blinking, as the mysterious woman fallows the men in rhythmic step towards the grave yard. Sounds of marching and bristling leaves pass through my wind scorched ears. The coffin that is so gracefully carried is, in the same manner, placed on the taunt, yellow straps of the frost covered, casket lowering, platform. A tall, and grossly thin man approaches from behind the wall of grief-stricken relatives. The pale flesh of his face hangs tightly to his definite cheek bones. His eyes are hidden behind th ...

... I thought this was going to be a small detour before we'd return to my warm room for the third film. The cold air was only going to have a few minutes to find a way into my impenetrable jacket. It tried getting through my zip, up my sleeves and down my neck, but it still didn't succeed. Neither Ben nor Mike seemed to notice. Ben had already finished his third packet of sherbert and he continued to chug through another. He made quiet, sucking noises as if he couldn't get enough of the stuff. I'd swear he was addicted! At last we reached the end of the street and stood next to the main road. Finally, I thought we could proceed home. How wrong I was. Ben suggested that we could go to the s ...

... people crying because they are laughing so hard. Fred likes to have an audience of at least five people. The group seems to grow as everyone hears what he is saying. Fred loves to tell jokes that he’s heard all week, and make wise cracks at the rest of the drunks. Fred can often be seen doing stupid things like spilling his drink or tripping over his own feet. It is sometimes hard to understand him. he is excellent at slurring his words. if you can understand him, (which sometimes it’s funnier not to) than he’ll tell you stories about stupid things that have happened to him. He can be caught shouting to everyone, “I am the best comedian man has ever known!” The worst drunk at ever ...

... Well, now a decision really had to be made; it was time for me to make a choice. My parents told me to think about other colleges and to think about other things to do instead of college, but I knew that < > was right for me. They often suggested that I go to community college for a semester or two and make sure that I was doing something that I wanted to do. I had attended the community college in my area during my last year in high school to take some extra courses, and I truly detested the place. I really did not want to go anywhere but < >. So I petitioned for readmission to a new department at< >. I decided that I should focus my studies on something other than engineer ...

... My parents respected me enough to tell me that I was adopted, instead of lying to me and having me find out later in life that I wasn't their biological son. This respect that my parents gave me, in turn gave me their trust. And I gave them the respect and trust that was given to me. Without sacrifice, a family cannot be. The sacrifices that family members make for each other show the willingness to be an unselfish part of a family. Sacrifices also display the love, respect and trust in a family. I know that even though some of the time it may not seem that my parents would sacrifice anything for me, I realize that they would do anything for and everything for me and that I would do ...

... it, practiced it in front of my peers until I felt comfortable with it. It had all the information necessary: sponsorship levels and benefits, along with some slides showing preliminary designs. Regardless of my planning, nothing prepared me for the anxiety I felt when I walked into the conference room. The room was simply decorated, with an elliptical conference table, a dozen or so chairs, and a few abstract works of art on the wall. The room conveyed the essence of frugality, and that was a characteristic I did not want to see. In front of one wall was a projector screen. An overhead projector sat on a cart at one end of the table. Around the table sat six gentleme ...

... his name was wilson and he was quickly intrigued by the lizards way of life. he asked if he could stay and live in the forest; and the lizards, who had never seen an outsider were happy to oblige. wilson lived with the lizards for a few years, studying the ways of the helping friendly book, and all was well. until one morning when they awoke and the book was gone. wilson explained that he had hidden the book, knowing that the lizards had become dependent on it for survival. he declared himself king and enslaved the innocent people of gamehendge. he cut down the trees and built a city, which he called prussia. and in the center of the city he built a castle, and locked in ...