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Carmen George is a strong spirited 22 year old, and the daughter of two wealthy estate owners. When her parents arrange her marriage to a mysterious and severe woman named Alberta Green she is naturally reluctant, but relents to at least spend some time with the woman shes supposed to marry,...
It's a criticism of the International Baccalaureate Organization
By India Hamn
It is a metafiction assignment that I wrote off of the keyword "confidence."
By Anam Tariq
Class is not a place to sleep? Then home is not a place to study. Be who you are, Believe in Destiny, don't go normal; Normal's boring!
A BOY AND GIRL DURING MUSIC LESSONS IN 1962
Poetry | Updated Jan 4, 2015 | Reads: 15 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
My Best Friends is a good poem in which it is written about by best friends.
This marvellous poem is about my 'nice & noisy' class.
Standard threshold levels for screening and confirmatory tests. Detection of specific drugs using standard Immunoassay as opposed to the confirmatory test GC/MS or Gas Chromatography.
A true story that happened in the middle of one of my classes. I thought of this girl in a whole different way. At first she was typical and she never really liked me as a person, but then I found out that there's more to her in what she represents herself as. Never judge a book by its cover if...
By Kimberly Adams
Bristol does not want to go to her class reunion because she knows that all people will want to talk about is the suicide attempt that left her paralyzed. Her sister convinces her to go. At the reunion, Bristol talks with her old friend, Matt. She quickly finds herself falling for Matt. But he...
By Ana De Forno
Beatrice Darlington is a Language graduate and old soul, living life day by day in the University town of Aix-en-Provence, France. Soon she finds herself travelling to England for her Grandmothers funeral.
One vague memory will change her life in a way she never though possible after bumping...
A poem inspired by the absolute struggles of cell biology and how terribly boring it is.
"How do I love thee? Shall I count the ways":
1x2=2 2x6=12 9x7=... give me a second.
I wrote this for my creative writing class. I was supposed to take a flat character, or cliche, and make him round, in so many words.
Short Story | Updated Jul 27, 2014 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 0
taken from my book, "As The Marker Snaps"