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Daddy’s Guitar
Daddy’s Guitar, Descriptive Essay for Comp. I, 9-17-99 One of the fondest memories from my childhood happened at my Meema’s house. My cousin Clint and I would crawl under Meema’s bed to pull out the treasures she had beneath it. The best treasure belonged to me, but was not really in my possession until I got older. Out of all the dust-covered items under her bed, my favorite was my late father’s guitar. The hard plastic handle of the torn, faded black guitar case felt grainy in my hands. As I pulled the case to where I could open it, the dust stirred, causing me to sneeze and cough. Smells of cedar…
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I Remember Purple Skies
I Remember Purple Skies- Fiction Workshop 2002 Mattie pushed her newly-dyed purple hair out of her face. Her green eyes filled with tears. She had fun during earlier road trips with her friends Sunny and Jade, but now that her first semester of college was almost over and her heart was broken, Mattie felt like she couldn’t enjoy anything anymore. “Are you dwelling again, Matilda?” Jade asked, pushing her short black hair behind her ears. “Don’t make me come back there and beat your ass. You know I’ll do it.” “A little,” Mattie said. “It was the song I guess.” “Don’t just sit back there and cry, Mattie,” Jade said.…
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Free Verse Poetry-For Poetry Workshop Class. “Be Wise” 2002 Had I your intelligence I’d use it wisely. I would carve a pretty face in alabaster, as smooth as my reflection, with eyes of cool jade. I would apologize for not loving me, and say, “Another man will, one stronger than me.” If I don’t wait forever, what will you lose?
