... so I wanted to make him proud when he returned from his task, by giving him the task of gutting my fish. As I approached the water it looked magnificent as it was gleaming in the afternoon sun. The water was a clear blue-green, and appeared to be see-through as the rocks on the bottom where magnified by its beauty. I was not the ... ; she replied with a unfamiliar look about her. I could not hear what was being said but I knew it was not good. My mother fell down burring her head, in the ground beneath her. As my mother was laying lifeless on the ground screaming, the officer came over t...

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... we began walking. The wind was so strong but more importantly the view was amazing. I had never seen anything like it before. I could see the water right underneath me and the cars on the bridge beneath us too. When we finished walking the bridge my uncle took me to the Sydney Point Tower to have dinner. We walked up so many escalators ... she first wanted to take us on a ferry ride. So when the ferry arrived we got on. The whole ride was about an hour. It was really cool because the water kept splashing on my mum and she kept on freaking out. That was funny. When the ride finished we w...

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... and went and waves that broke in different parts of the ocean. The ocean was filled with things that calmed me. Huge waves breaking and crashing - it was like the water was dancing or showing a fit of anger daring a person to look at it. I still feel that there is nothing like the ocean to calm me. On our ride to Sabaneta ... or beside them. To me it was a more like a memorial garden than a cemetery. As I walked away, I said good-bye. I wondered where all of those people went whose remains are buried beneath the cemetery dirt. The entire scene made me think of my own mortality. How very...

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... didn't stir even the smallest strand of hair on the bodies lining the ground. Flies buzzed through the air on their gossamer wings, feasting on the rotting smorgasbord that lay beneath them. The bomb had not reached our family, for my father had heard of the threat and we had prepared an accommodating shelter for him, my older sister, mother my ... us. We have been locked down in our shelter for about a month now, and we must stay here for about 3 years to save ourselves from radiation. We have enough fresh water, food, clothes, and even toys and games to survive quite comfortably the w...

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... cousins Jacob and Megan. Finally we arrive at Grandma's house, our long journey is over. We each take a huge breath as we step out onto the crispy snow that snaps beneath our boots. The air is fresh and creates a shiver down my spine. I make my way to the frost covered back door, illuminated near the green and red Christmas lights. As ... I open the door and step into a house full of cheek pinches and hugs, an array of Christmas odor engulfs me, and makes my mouth water. As I yell "HELLO" I hear voices laughing, talking, and asking who's at the door? In the next second "Millions" of rel...

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