Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Hi, my name is Guyute and well, I have been a member here for a while. Well anyways this thread isnt about me, actually my comp is all fucked up so i need to type two papers for my creative writing class, and then print them in school. I am sorry if I lead you here thinking somthing special was here. Sorry P.S. These essays are half ass considering it is 3:00am and i am tired. Sorry for bugging you all, it is my last resort. First paper... People go through this life with one purpose and one purpose only. That purpose varys from person to person though. One thing that we can all agree on is that fact that life lessons are some of the most important things that we could get out of life. It makes us and it can break us. Depending on the people and what the lesson is, we all get different ideas. First lets define a life lesson. I believe a life lesson to be a lesson that has such an impact on someone that the person’s way of thinking or even there whole way of life is changed. These lessons come abrupt and there is no way to prevent them. They come they go and leave a trail of knowledge and experience in its wake. Throught this essay I will be sharing with you one of the most important life lessons I have learned. It was sophomore year and everything was going great. Good grades, good friends, and hate to say it good teachers. Everything was looking up. I was in math class being my goofy self when I caught a glimse of a girl. This girl was different. I think that the thing that most caught my eye was her smile. Honest and pure. Instant I started to talk to her. She didn’t have a lot of friends and I spent most of my time with her. After school, on the phone, and hell even online. She was a great person and I enjoyed making her laugh. The last couple of weeks came and school was about to end. Summer came and we spent the whole time together. Swimming, eating, hanging out/ Just innocent kids stuff. I had feelings for her, strong feelings, but I was always to nervous to ask her. Summer ended and winter came. We started to hang out more and well thee feelings became unbearable. I had to tell her. I did and asked her to my junior prom. She told me that she loved what we have and didn’t want to ruin it, but eventually she tought that we would be together. She got her prom dress and sure enough things progressed. I was happy and it appeared that she was too. She had her dress and her mother was coming up from florida just to see me and her. Everything was going great until May 10. Two days before the Prom I had found out that she was secretaly seeing my friend. I left school a tad bit early a little distraught and walked to her home. I waited for her and confronted her. She denied it and like a fool I believed her. Yet I didn’t. I ran to her best friends house and well, lets just say I manipulated her. I turned out she did. Well yada, yada, she went to his senior prom and well, got to meet her mother. I tried to put a happy face on and I believe I did a damn good job. Then one day she just ex communicated me. She was jelous that her boyfriend my soupposed best friendswas spending too uch time with me. Well that was the end of that relationship. I feel bad for her and him, but what are you gonna do. Anyways the life lesson that I learned is you can never really trust a person, no matter how much you think you know them. Sad but true. Sencod paper,,,,,, It was dark and gloomie night. The moonlight glissened off the swamp like a veitnam stormtrooper wading through rice patties. There were four brave souls on that journey that night. Craig, the reasonable one. Christian the cunning courgeous one. Ian, well he is just a legend, and me the leader. We embarked on a journey into the unknown aera called Fairfeild hills. It is a abandoned insane Asylum. Full of tunnels and mystery. We first arrived there at about one am. The dark sky was lumisiant with the moon beams striking down. There was a chill in the air even though it was summer. We waded through the muckey muck. The swampy air filled our lungs and it was as if we could actually feel the bull frogs cralling around our treacha. We came to the edge of the woods. The buildings loomed over uss just about 500 feet away as if they were warning us to turn back; but there was no turning back. We didmt go all the way out to Newtown for nothing. I went ahead crawling around the field searching for guards. After finding no evidence of danger I returned back to the group to get them. We scudled across the field and sure enough from around one of the buildings we saw the headlights of the security truck. Instantly we sprinted for the nearst brush and dove for the cover. The truck came around and parked just mere feet from us. Our breathing halted for mintuets it seemed like. The truck stayed there, but then finally left. We arose and ran all the way over to the entry point. Once inside the asylum there was a sense of security. I first intended to take my friends to the ever so popular morgue. We traveled through the hall marveling at the artevtiure. When we came to the end though I sensed something wrong. All of a sudden a light bulb went on and then a large door above us opened. I signaled for my friends to get into the entrance of the hall. Then two voices arose and came walking down the stairs. I signaled to run. The echoing foot steps gave us away not even three feet in. The security guard let out a large bellow. I ran ahead with no flashlight into the balck void of nothing. I don’t believe I ran that fast in my life without getting tired. We finally came to the exit and with a small debate we decided to leave. We dashed through the aera and through the swamp. I called shotgun and we threw ourselves into the car. As we sped off we all loked around and admired the faces of accomplishment that was on all of our faces. Another complete mission for the blue barnacle. To Be Continued…..
that... but there is SO much more. I.e Gloomie = Gloomy, cralling = crawling... Here: P.S. These essays are half ass considering it is 3:00am and I am tired. Sorry for bugging you all, it is my last resort. First paper... People go through this life with one purpose and one purpose only. That purpose varies from person to person though. One thing that we can all agree on is that fact that life lessons are some of the most important things that we could get out of life. It makes us and it can break us. Depending on the people and what the lesson is, we all get different ideas. First lets define a life lesson. I believe a life lesson to be a lesson that has such an impact on someone that the person’s way of thinking or even there whole way of life is changed. These lessons come abrupt and there is no way to prevent them. They come they go and leave a trail of knowledge and experience in its wake. Throughout this essay I will be sharing with you one of the most important life lessons I have learned. It was sophomore year and everything was going great. Good grades, good friends, and hate to say it good teachers. Everything was looking up. I was in math class being my goofy self when I caught a glimpse of a girl. This girl was different. I think that the thing that most caught my eye was her smile. Honest and pure. Instant I started to talk to her. She didn’t have a lot of friends and I spent most of my time with her. After school, on the phone, and hell even online. She was a great person and I enjoyed making her laugh. The last couple of weeks came and school was about to end. Summer came and we spent the whole time together. Swimming, eating, hanging out/ just innocent kids stuff. I had feelings for her, strong feelings, but I was always too nervous to ask her. Summer ended and winter came. We started to hang out more and well thee feelings became unbearable. I had to tell her. I did and asked her to my junior prom. She told me that she loved what we have and didn’t want to ruin it, but eventually she thought that we would be together. She got her prom dress and sure enough things progressed. I was happy and it appeared that she was too. She had her dress and her mother was coming up from Florida just to see her and me. Everything was going great until May 10. Two days before the Prom I had found out that she was secretly seeing my friend. I left school a tad bit early a little distraught and walked to her home. I waited for her and confronted her. She denied it and like a fool I believed her. Yet I didn’t. I ran to her best friends house and well, lets just say I manipulated her. I turned out she did. Well yadayada, she went to his senior prom and well, got to meet her mother. I tried to put a happy face on and I believe I did a damn good job. Then one day she just ex communicated me. She was jealous that her boyfriend my supposed best friends was spending too much time with me. Well that was the end of that relationship. I feel bad for her and him, but what are you gonna do. Anyways the life lesson that I learned is you can never really trust a person, no matter how much you think you know them. Sad but true. Second paper, It was dark and gloomy night. The moonlight glistened off the swamp like a Vietnam storm trooper wading through rice patties. There were four brave souls on that journey that night. Craig, the reasonable one. Christian the cunning courageous one. Ian, well he is just a legend, and I the leader. We embarked on a journey into the unknown area called Fairfield hills. It is an abandoned insane Asylum. Full of tunnels and mystery. We first arrived there at about one am. The dark sky was luminescent with the moonbeams striking down. There was a chill in the air even though it was summer. We waded through the mucky muck. The swampy air filled our lungs and it was as if we could actually feel the bullfrogs crawling around our treacha (TRENCH?). We came to the edge of the woods. The buildings loomed over us just about 500 feet away as if they were warning us to turn back; but there was no turning back. We didn't go all the way out to Newtown for nothing. I went ahead crawling around the field searching for guards. After finding no evidence of danger I returned back to the group to get them. We scuttled across the field and sure enough from around one of the buildings we saw the headlights of the security truck. Instantly we sprinted for the nearest brush and dove for the cover. The truck came around and parked just mere feet from us. Our breathing halted for minutes it seemed like. The truck stayed there, but then finally left. We arose and ran all the way over to the entry point. Once inside the asylum there was a sense of security. I first intended to take my friends to the ever so popular morgue. We travelled through the hall marvelling at the architecture. When we came to the end though I sensed something wrong. All of a sudden a light bulb went on and then a large door above us opened. I signalled for my friends to get into the entrance of the hall. Then two voices arose and came walking down the stairs. I signalled to run. The echoing footsteps gave us away not even three feet in. The security guard let out a large bellow. I ran ahead with no flashlight into the black void of nothing. I don’t believe I ran that fast in my life without getting tired. We finally came to the exit and with a small debate we decided to leave. We dashed through the area and through the swamp. I called shotgun and we threw ourselves into the car. As we sped off we all looked around and admired the faces of accomplishment that was on all of our faces. Another complete mission for the blue barnacle. To Be Continued….. I ran my spell checker through it.
I corrected all the spelling I could find. I did some of the grammar, but didn't really check on that. People go through this life with one purpose and one purpose only. That purpose varies from person to person though. One thing that we can all agree on is that fact that life lessons are some of the most important things that we could get out of life. It makes us and it can break us. Depending on the people and what the lesson is, we all get different ideas. First lets define a life lesson. I believe a life lesson to be a lesson that has such an impact on someone that the person?s way of thinking or even there whole way of life is changed. These lessons come abrupt and there is no way to prevent them. They come they go and leave a trail of knowledge and experience in its wake. Throughout this essay I will be sharing with you one of the most important life lessons I have learned. It was sophomore year and everything was going great. Good grades, good friends, and hate to say it good teachers. Everything was looking up. I was in math class being my goofy self when I caught a glimpse of a girl. This girl was different. I think that the thing that most caught my eye was her smile. Honest and pure. Instant I started to talk to her. She didn?t have a lot of friends and I spent most of my time with her. After school, on the phone, and hell even online. She was a great person and I enjoyed making her laugh. The last couple of weeks came and school was about to end. Summer came and we spent the whole time together. Swimming, eating, hanging out/ Just innocent kids stuff. I had feelings for her, strong feelings, but I was always to nervous to ask her. Summer ended and winter came. We started to hang out more and well thee feelings became unbearable. I had to tell her. I did and asked her to my junior prom. She told me that she loved what we have and didn?t want to ruin it, but eventually she thought that we would be together. She got her prom dress and sure enough things progressed. I was happy and it appeared that she was too. She had her dress and her mother was coming up from Florida just to see me and her. Everything was going great until May 10. Two days before the Prom I had found out that she was secretly seeing my friend. I left school a tad bit early a little distraught and walked to her home. I waited for her and confronted her. She denied it and like a fool I believed her. Yet I didn?t. I ran to her best friends house and well, lets just say I manipulated her. I turned out she did. Well yada, yada, she went to his senior prom and well, got to meet her mother. I tried to put a happy face on and I believe I did a damn good job. Then one day she just ex communicated me. She was jealous that her boyfriend, my supposed best friend, was spending too much time with me. Well that was the end of that relationship. I feel bad for her and him, but what are you going to do? Anyways the life lesson that I learned is you can never really trust a person, no matter how much you think you know them. Sad but true. Second paper,,,,,, It was dark and gloomy night. The moonlight glistened off the swamp like a Vietnam storm trooper wading through rice patties. There were four brave souls on that journey that night. Craig, the reasonable one. Christian the cunning courageous one. Ian, well he is just a legend, and me the leader. We embarked on a journey into the unknown area called Fairfield hills. It is a abandoned insane Asylum. Full of tunnels and mystery. We first arrived there at about one am. The dark sky was luminescent with the moon beams striking down. There was a chill in the air even though it was summer. We waded through the mucky muck. The swampy air filled our lungs and it was as if we could actually feel the bull frogs crawling around our trachea. We came to the edge of the woods. The buildings loomed over us just about 500 feet away as if they were warning us to turn back; but there was no turning back. We didn?t go all the way out to Newtown for nothing. I went ahead crawling around the field searching for guards. After finding no evidence of danger I returned back to the group to get them. We scuttled across the field and sure enough from around one of the buildings we saw the headlights of the security truck. Instantly we sprinted for the nearest brush and dove for the cover. The truck came around and parked just mere feet from us. Our breathing halted for minutes it seemed like. The truck stayed there, but then finally left. We arose and ran all the way over to the entry point. Once inside the asylum there was a sense of security. I first intended to take my friends to the ever so popular morgue. We traveled through the hall marveling at the architecture. When we came to the end though I sensed something wrong. All of a sudden a light bulb went on and then a large door above us opened. I signaled for my friends to get into the entrance of the hall. Then two voices arose and came walking down the stairs. I signaled to run. The echoing foot steps gave us away not even three feet in. The security guard let out a large bellow. I ran ahead with no flashlight into the black void of nothing. I don?t believe I ran that fast in my life without getting tired. We finally came to the exit and with a small debate we decided to leave. We dashed through the area and through the swamp. I called shotgun and we threw ourselves into the car. As we sped off we all looked around and admired the faces of accomplishment that was on all of our faces. Another complete mission for the blue barnacle. To Be Continued?..
