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It was a beautiful summer morning at around ten in the morning when my dog ran in and jumped up onto my bed scaring me. I sat up with a tired look on my face and looked over at my dog and shook my head with a laugh “Morning to you too” I say laughing as I patted her head and got up and out of bed. Since I lived right on the lake I could hear the ducks and loons calling on the lake. It was very peaceful next to the lake even with boaters on the lake.
I walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast when I heard a large truck banging around in the front of the house. I was confused since they don't start work on the road till tomorrow morning. Confused I stood up, put my rob on and walked downstairs to the front door and peered out. Turns out it was a moving truck for the house next door. Someone had finally bought the house next door after it being on the market for a year or so.
As I was about to walk back inside I heard someone yell out “Hey neighbor”. I turned around and saw a man with a box coming out of the moving van. He must be the new neighbor I guess.
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When i handed the tape over and did the forms it turns out he was wanted for animal abuse. The man i was working with and living next to was a criminal and was wanting for what i caught him doing. The cops told me to head back home and act like it was a normal day out trip for me if he ever asked me which i did. I played dumb, when i saw him. I waved and smiled when i saw him in the front when i got home. I had a devilish smile when i walked in the house and sat in the living room because moments later cop cars were coming down the road from both ends trapping him if he tried to take off. I laughed to myself knowing the animal abuser next door was getting what he deserved and my baby and other animals are safe from one else abuser in the
I have been to a place that has lots of interesting snow and others. It is Lake Tahoe. It is a place that I will never get bored of that it has a lot of snow! Mostly you could do anything with snow. But most of all, beating your older brother up in a snowball fight. I really loved when each time I went down the big mountain. It was really amazing. I was also really happy of building snowmen and building snow forts that I never even knew I can build. It was amazing for all of what could be crafted with snow. The fantastic trip has come to the start!
It was a beautiful summer day when it happened. I was enjoying the fresh air and the amazing view of Walden Pond. The sun was shining and a slight breeze blew across my face. I love standing still and listening to the swishing of the leaves and the soft feet of animals running through the grounds.
There once was a girl who lived with her parents in a nice little town. Her parents went out for the night, leaving the girl home alone. She did have her dog with her though, which was a big dog that made her feel safe. She was fairly young, around 13 years old, so her parents told her to make sure all the doors and windows were locked so no one could get in. She did as she was told, but for some reason a window in the basement was stuck, and she could not close it. Because of this the girl simply decided to do the next best thing and locked the basement door so in case someone got in, they could not get to her. After a few hours the girl went to bed, sleeping with the dog next to her bed to make her feel comfortable.
As my brother, sister, dad, and I pull up to the house, I look at it with uncertainty, not knowing what to expect. It was a small blue house and had flowers planted around it. We walked up to the house with me in the lead. That didn't last long though. I was too nervous, so I stood still and turned around, waiting for my dad to get ahead of me.
Jack arrived in a town called Elk Lake which was devoid of Elks and Lakes. In fact, the closest thing to a lake it had were the puddles forming in the cracked car-worn streets. There was no forest which meant no elk. The only foliage in sight were dead bushes, meaning that there was nothing to suck in the pollution. Most of the stores had a forlorn look about them as if uttering a sad sigh.
I stayed there for about an hour then I saw a car pull up the front door.
Today is a special day, we are at the halfway point in the Oregon Trail. When I woke up at 5:00 AM, I said to myself “Good morning” and I got dressed, crouching, trying to not hit the top of the tent. Then I walked out of the tent and I grabbed one of the guns. I got some ammunition and went hunting. It was a good morning for hunting.
Then came the horn at the gate. I was very sure it was my father's car. I started getting nauseous as I watched him park the car. Carrying his bag from the car was my usual routine but this day was an exception.
on a very good morning with a shiny bright sun up in the sky and birds singing on the tree, I was there standing in a middle of the field and get ready to set up my bow for a shooting. While I was busy preparing my bow, my friend Sara came and get me with a smile on her face. She then ask me if I'm free to hear her story.
My brother replied, “Okay i'm going to practice, I will be back in a little.” I watched him get in his car and drive away. I got up and started to walk around the block to look for my dog. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I got done walking around the block and starting walking to my garage. I got in my house and when I was walking up the stairs my phone started to ring. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and picked up the phone.
Creative writing Calling from the lake. I used to have a little sister, Ariella. We were very close growing up, even though she was thirteen and I was seventeen, we always looked out for each other. She would make sure I was ok
I got in the car and sped away. I got out of the car and rushed straight in the house like fleeing mice. I see their names written out above mine. I’m gonna ask them if they remember this house and if so i might invite them over. The landlady walks into the room.
The journey of life follows a predetermined pattern; we evolve from needing influence and guidance to finally reaching that point where our lives are up to us. I consider myself very lucky up to this point in my journey. Some people become sidetracked and wind up on a far different course than initially planned, but the detours I made have only assisted in embellishing the individual instead of devouring it.
We finish what we start. This was the motto that kept me going during the strenuous training period for a marathon. But prior to that, I must confess, I wasn’t an athlete. I was never interested in playing sports, except for recreational badminton. During gym class, I would walk three quarters of the time when it time for the dreaded mile run. I preferred staying indoors and sitting on the couch and watch movies. The first time I had heard about a marathon training program, called Dreamfar, in my school, I thought to myself, what kind of crazy person would want to run a marathon? Never did I realize, eight months later, I would be that crazy person.