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Looking out over the Atlantic Ocean as the waves pond aganist the pier. Is perhaps one of the most calming sensations that I have most recently experienced. As I stood atop of pier 6, out stretched from a beach you might know well, with a calm wind seeming to surround me. As the breeze blew by, and ruffled my wings I was tempted to take flight. So without hesitation I hurled myself down toward the Atlantic below. As I was fast approching my…
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I could hear the rain as it began to lightly tap upon the tiny tin shack in which I found myself laying as I woke. My vision was blurred, and I could feel that my left eye was swollen, and as I attempted to touch it I found that I could not for to my horror I realized that my hands were tightly bound behind my back. So anxiously I stood and looking about the shack my gaze fell upon a door at one end so advancing I attempted to make my escape,…
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I find myself once again typing in Times New Roman double spaced in size 12 fonts. I've been working on the never ending essay entitled "The Life of Phillip Grape" a fictional character in some novel that hasn't been written yet. Phillip Grape in this unwritten novel is a novelist himself with the desire to write the next American classic. A thing that is no small undertaking because Grape has yet to write a single…
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