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ShakespearA Chapter by GAGreatest writer in the world. |
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Vocabulary English Assignment - 9/23/14A Story by Michael AcciarinoThe assignment: take our sixteen vocabulary words and demonstrate that you know how to use them properly. |
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My English TeacherA Poem by SwethaDedicated to all my english teachers |
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Cemetary PlayA Poem by B arbara FranzenI am going to share Cemetery Play One night after taking flowers to a grave, I felt as though the spirits were going to come out to dance and play as .. |
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TNP2-21 "Dressmaking"A Chapter by dw817Tricia spoke, "You're sweet, but that's not good enough. I need you to try them on, honey." Just then it sank in my brain what she wanted me to do... |
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Breaking: Students Fed Up with English Teacher’s..A Poem by jaredmillsteinReferring to the recent fluctuation of reading assignments, high school students Brian Anderson and Steve Campbell concluded they are completely sic.. |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by KristaAbby's POVHi! My name's Abigail White. But everyone calls me Abby. I'm 16. According to my friends, I'm funny and smart. But I don't think I am. I hav.. |
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Verb TenseA Poem by gabiaimeeThe English language is quite funny |
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In Five Years…A Poem by AshIn my English class my teacher told me to write a poem about where I see myself in five years. I started writing and the words just came to me. This i.. |
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Lone SoulA Poem by AshDistant lives create different cries That's what's wrong with the world today What's wrong with you? Not what's wrong with me. A poem so discr.. |
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FragileA Poem by MazzdalynThis is one of my drafts for an upcoming English poetry slam competition. |
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Either WayA Poem by Robert RonnowIf a poem or essay can end with a conclusion or its opposite, either one,Can it be of any use to anyone?Do the discrepancies and disparities, dualitie.. |
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From the Amorous Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody o..A Poem by Ngoc M. NguyenAn original parody on a classic poem by George Gordon, Lord Byron. |
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WORD & SOULA Poem by Alfred Kukitzthere beginnings |
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BooksA Poem by BreannaAutumnBooks were my childhoodIn the scratchy sofa next to my fireplace, I would readWithin those pagesI found my heartWhen I leftall I could hear was the .. |
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