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Short Stories Final

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10 good things and 10 bad things have happened to you

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10 good things and 10 bad things have happened to you

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Nice

sunbath in winter

able to eat and enjoy

A body can be trained

able to love

have silent moment while travel

enjoy the wind

meet someone you like

learning

receive a hand written letter

have income

Bad

Sick

Cold

constant disturbance from environment

unsteady emotions

gossip

hard truth apart from your ideal

skin problem

allergies to milk

unable to express

injustice

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Long Story Final

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Enola Holmes - Independence female detector in a gender stereotype society

Tolin - Build a smart machine to solve puzzles to reminimize his loved one

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1. On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft — Stephan King

2. The Museum Makers: A Journey Backwards - from Old Boxes of Dark Family Secrets to a Golden Era of Museums – Rachel Morris

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I do not know the path to to the plain of blue. I have been suppressed my desire in front of the trope. I am afraid once I told them, them will treat me different. That’s why, I keep the secret to myself and plan to my tomb. But if I give up this time, I could really miss the only chance of visiting the plain of blue. That’s why I am struggling, like never before. Should I take the leap or stay behind? Will I not regret and hope I have never done? I am not sure, but the party is leaving, What should I do?

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Writing Genres Class // Personal Example 

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Writing Genres Class // Personal Example 

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The lights spiriting out like the jar is spilled
Your kindness drown the girl who smiled helplessly

Birds whispering for the joy of the day
Trees shading from the sun burning on their skin

It was you and I
Till it become shades of life

Time pass, things changed. That is what they say. But memories hold dearly if you keep it tight. The unspoken word in the air breeze out by the wind. Bring me back to where we meet, for we can once recall it.

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Ken wake up from his bed, still can’t open his eyes. Feeling dazzle of his head, he sit on his bed, breathing in and out slowly. The sound of birds crips outside the window, sunlight cannot fill in the room because of the curtain. Here, he hear his heart beating and the air flowing within himself. He still can’t understand what happened yesterday nor what he had dreamt. What all those event mean to him, the feeling rushed inside. The drum keeps enhancing through every second, before almost to loud to hold, he leave his bed to distract himself. Start of routine, wash his face, dress up, a cup of coffee… “Cling!” The coffee spilled out and the cup broke, when Kim place his eyes on the table, he knew it is the invitation from them.

Continue from his scattered mind and the unexpected broke of his favourite mug, he took longer time than usual to leave the house, passing the street and stop unconsciously he almost forgot to get off. Finally, he arrive what usually begins in his morning, the class of LUE3001, but now half passed, with his not so typical mind filled with his own wonderment.

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Writing #2 - Free Writing 18th Jan 2023	

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Writing #2 - Free Writing 18th Jan 2023	

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In the beginning of the day, I was wondering what will happen for today. With uncertainty and lost I do not have any ideas of the day. Will it be fun, will it be sad, will it be a surprise or whatever it appears? Yet, all my thinking have no answers for life tells it own story by experience, by process. So I give up my thought of figuring out the day and start it as usual, read a few pages, a warm water, a moments of meditations and lost inside the thought until times comes, my alarm notice me, my typical day begins.

It always start with my work, nothing fancy work, I have a nice colleagues who share similar interest with me, we talked about it whenever opportunity arrive yet we never do it together. My boss is a nice lady, except she can never hold her temper when she is under stress. Everything is fair and well, as a typical day should be, as a typical life should be.

There is one sudden appearance often shows up, the young mysterious boy, who always left early from school, with full energy that burst into the store telling his today’s adventure. Friend with the lady boss,  but not her own son, they always chat for half and hour, from nothing to nothing. I mean, what’s the point of butterflies and flower, what lunch is and everyday life encounter? Typical day is just a typical day. Then after all his own telling, he leave the store with the wind of silently solemn. Yes, the award peace now in the store. Those one enter will never leave with no trace. That’s the reason I hate change. For my typical becomes something else. With the clock speeding in it’s own way, soon, it’s time to off. And as a typical day, a women should be back home strict, at least that’s what my mother told me, my not-so-typical mother, the old lady who always wandering at the living room with words full of complaints in her mouth, I wonder how it holds inside, for a old woman to speak 4 hours strict, isn’t it? But all of these are the typical day. A day with all expectacable.

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Dramatic Adaptation Script

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His motivation is before being like Trope papa that support and protect our land, for once wanna visit the plain of blue.

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Long Story Draft

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Basically, young boy with an weird mixture of wonderment and softness.

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To obtain this, he must grabbed the chance to visit the plain of blue before he regret the rest of his life.

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Poems

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The familiar setting of his homeland is what his risk is.

If it fails, it will end up for not seeing the plain of blue and losing the loved ones in and of home.

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The desire of plain of blue vs. The ideals version of himself as a troop members

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It is the future everyone can dream for in our troops, being a strong and reliable warrior for our troops. To know the weather, see the language of nature, and secure the life we have everyday. That’s what Troop General told us, who is our biggest hero. But deep down, often the voice of my little greedy desire poke me the idea of the plain of blue, the mysterious folk pass for generations.

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I remember staring at the sky at night because I can’t fall asleep as a kid. Gazing thousands of the stars, wondering which is my mama. Granny May told me everyone who taken by the Naturi will return to the sky and gaze upon us, so we never lonely. But I can’t help to think mama could just missed me for we have thousands of us too. Besides, I cannot felt the warmth from gazing the sky. It was till later, General told me to be noticed is being as strong as him, so no onc can miss you. Then he hugged me in his arm, it was then I decided to find my mama instead her finding me, and becoming the general became my goal.