Essay Writing

Writing a paper on the writing process is pretty hard. The writing process is different from one person to another. You come across questions like, 'What exactly is the writing process?'; and 'Must you follow one persons writing process if yours is different?'; This is where I came across the answer to my questions, write however you wish to write. If one person likes free write first and another person likes to write a draft first, let them do how they please.

It was just a late night for Catherine, also known as Kitty, returning home from work around 3am. She parked her car and proceeded to walk to her apartment, about 100 feet away, in a quiet upper middle-class neighborhood. Less than a block away she was then grabbed by a strange man, "Oh, my God, he stabbed me! Please help me! Please help me!” She screamed. A light turned on in a nearby apartment and a voiced replied, "Let that girl alone!” Then the lights went out, the attacker walked away, Kitty was

“She was my cat”, Emily exclaimed, ”why did you get rid of her!”.This was said to her father. Her emotions were all over the place, she was sad, disappointed, and most of all mournful. This is Emily Kuhlman, a thirteen year old girl, but in only second grade one of the saddest things had happened to the young Emily.

She walks sneakily back inside, trying her hardest not to let her mom notice her. She knows that her mom would never let her keep Oscar and Alphonse. While she was tiptoeing across the house, she unknowingly left a trail of dirt behind her. As she was placing the leaf and dirt mixture into the jar, the door suddenly began opening. It was her

Walter is stunned at what he sees right before his own eyes. “I thought for sure I had seen a lump in the middle of my rug. What in the world is going on how, did those scratch marks get there if there is nothing under my rug?”, asked Walter. A little unnerved and not to mention confused he kept trying to come up with an explanation for the ten scratches. Covering back up the scratches and literally pushing them under the rug he moves onto continuing the search for his cat. Walter had started to run frantic around his house, moving every piece of furniture he owned and looking under every blanket, but Whiskers was nowhere to be seen. Letting a few days pass praying Whiskers would eventually show up, Walter did everything he could to get her back. Ever since the rug incident Walter had felt uneasy in his own house he had lived in for over thirty years. He thought for sure he had seen ten more scratches appear on either the wall, the table, or the door. Convincing himself he had just seen something that night and there wasn't anything under the rug he had gone two weeks without thinking

“What the hell happened here?” Maisie shouted as she kicked the candy wrappers and tubs of empty ice cream across the floor. They all crammed in and started to rummage through all the trash. A loud meow startled the three girls, it was coming from the fridge. They surrounded the fridge and in a quick yank, Maisie swung open the fridge doors to reveal a bloated cat so overweight it could not stand up on its own. The cat’s fur was matted with ice cream and ketchup as well as other strange mixtures it found in the shack.

So as they moved the black cat went over to a room that looked really suspicious, so the cat went into the closet we ran over there to see what it was and the black cat was

“Oh Puss-cat, what would I do without you, eh!” Carrie purred to her feline companion. Carrie sat with the cat on her knee for a while, but the cat eventually got bored and went to pester the dogs. Her laptop was lying on the wooden table, and the curiosity of what her photos looked like made her open it and insert her memory card into the reader. As she was flicking through the various images she heard Dawn

One day, a sudden shock shook the house that lives a woman named Alice and her cat, Chelsey. Every day was normal to Chelsey until the sudden shock has changed something in her. Chelsey finds out that she was able to talk. She was confused and excited. She didn’t understand why and how she was able to talk. She believes it was probably due to the shock. Chelsey was happy thinking that she might be able to communicate with her owner, Alice. However, Chelsey is afraid of what might happen if Alice knows that she can talk. Chelsey decides to keep this secret to herself and live happily with her beloved owner, Alice. As Alice hurriedly left the house, Chelsey sat in front of the door to see her out. After Alice has left, Chelsey says, “Have a great

About three weeks later, a new cat came. We hadn’t met the new cat yet, or so we thought. When we met the new cat, she was happily jumping up and down (someone was happy to be here). “I haven’t seen you cats in forever!” this strange cat shouted. I didn’t think I knew her, then I realized who it

The students will move to a picture, and write on sticky note “why they think this person is a hero”

1. David’s primary purpose in sending a message is to inform the reader that the car company will not honour the customer’s claim. The writer’s priority is to inform the reader that the company would like to honour the claim, but point out that it could not happen because the warranty is expired.

She ran to the middle of whatever was still standing in her house and started to cry. She got on her knees and thought that everything that was once hers was gone in an instant. She cried and cried, until she found no more use. Then, once her eyes started to clear up, she spotted something.

truck and looked for a place to hide and I thought of behind one of the boxes and then I heard a familiar voice “Hi” I looked over and saw my little brother and thought ‘Oh dear god not Carl.’ I walked back to him and whisper yelled at him “Carl What the actual hell are you doing here?” Carl went to explain but stopped because we heard someone getting close to the truck and I got grabbed Carl by the back of his shirt and got down behind some of the boxes. I kept him down and looked to see Jesus I then let go of Carl and stood up and both said “Hey.” Jesus looked at us confused and surprised and asked “What are you two doing here?” I was being a smart ass “Oh you know just wanted to go for a ride.” Carl Jesus and I started cutting boxes

(1)I walked into the barber and the barber was sitting near his chair stropping his razor diligently, as I walked in he started to shake slightly but then hid the shakes but in his eyes I thought I saw that there was some panic in them but I was not sure. He had stopped sharpening the blade during that but he was now doing it again I assume in preparation of shaving me. I took off my gun and ammo and I put it in the wardrobe that was for this purpose, I then turned toward him and said “I want a shave” with that I took a seat. My heart began to race as I sat down and I started to get nervous if I should just run but I didn’t show any of this in front of the enemy that might kill me, if I was going to die I wanted some dignity.