Kimberley Locke

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  • Reflection Paper On Behavior Change

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    My behavior change was to go to the Colvin more. When I made this choice, I thought it would go quite well for me, considering I lived near the Colvin and I considered my class schedule to be fairly spaced out. My goals were simple: go to the Colvin a certain amount of time by a certain date, and go to a certain amount of dance (Tango) classes by a certain date. My rewards for completing those goals seemed to be enough to motivate me. I was confident that I would be able to complete this behavior

  • Creative Writing: Verulian

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    Verulian (Chapter One) Avian didn’t like the mud. Wet earth everywhere was his constant complaint. It was on the muddied path he was traveling, coating the messy tree trunks of the forest around him, and weighing down the hem of his purple patchwork cloak draped around his shoulders. He and his sister, Jaxin, both were trudging through the thick slop, dragging their feet for neither of them had the will to continue this trek for much longer. A few miles back, Jaxin had lost one of her boots in a

  • A Short Story : A Story?

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    I couldn’t believe it. Well actually I could. I had caught my first boyfriend cheating on me with some bitchy hoe from school. “Jackie! Jackie!” I heard him call but I ignored him and slammed the door behind me as I walked into the cold winter night air with tears streaming down my face. I hated to admit it but my friend, Katie, had warned me that he was a cheat. I knew it was a bad idea to walk alone at night especially with out a blade, but I wanted to be any where but here

  • My Life Is Not Well Known By Many

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    Her name was not well-known by many. She was quiet, soft-spoken most times. She feared perfection in the past. She wanted to prove to everyone, including her father that she could achieve their expectations. She constantly reminds herself that nobody is perfect. Even if she did know that, she could still feel everyone analyzing her; analyzing how imperfect she was. She only allowed certain people into her life out of fear of those people leaving once they saw her true identity. She did not

  • Essay on Political Correctness Has Gone Too Far

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    Political Correctness has Gone Too Far The “Politically Correct” movement’s purpose is to bring historically condescending terms, offensive music and art, and controversial educational content to an end and replace them with more positive and less-offending references. Offensive and demoralizing efforts are wrong, but the censorship and deletion of words and phrases that do not contain the intention to demoralize are taking political correctness too far. Politically correct (or “PC”) antics

  • Pearla Alternate Ending

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    I lazily stumbled through the door, tired and droopy-eyed, to see my wife quickly ushering our young daughter up to her room, prompting her to get ready for bed. Marcy watched Pearla ascend up the stairwell before quickly shuffling to my side. “William, do you know what’s wrong with our daughter?” My eyes widened in what could only be described as horror. Why would she ask me this? “No, why? I don’t see anything wrong with our little Pearla. She’s acting like any other girl her age as far as I’m

  • Creative Writing: To Be Continued

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    To Be Continued… -Spockinator In last month’s issue of To Be Continued… Bianca Barker is a young detective in training who loves a good mystery. When the Riverwood High Masquerade Queen’s crown is stolen however, she finally gets a mystery to solve. The red and blue lights illuminated the front of the school. A mixture of upset neighbours in night gowns and high school students in dresses crowded together behind the police line. I sat next to the ambulance where a paramedic finished checking me

  • `` Afraid Of Heights ``

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    Everyone gets one chance at death, and honestly? I had always imagined that mine would count for a little more. I never asked for much, just maybe dying a hero or a revolutionary or something like that? Even just a graduate? I would have been happy with that, well, happy with anything really. But honestly my death was, if anything, anticlimactic. It began, as you might say, by complete coincidence on a commercial flight to Amsterdam. Me and my fear of heights, choose the aisle seat while a pale-looking

  • Argumentative Essay : ' Paralyzed '

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    Paralyzed I sit there quietly, watching as every ball goes swiftly through the mesh. The sound of shoes squeaking against the newly polished floor and every bounce echoing throughout the gymnasium has now started to become a headache. The blow of a whistle brings everyone to a sudden halt, and each player turns towards the coach awaiting his next instruction. I was becoming quite uncomfortable now, as almost half an hour had gone by and sweat was beginning to form by my hairline. It was a daily routine

  • A Short Story : A Story?

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    My eyes stayed half shut and the creme colored silk curtains blew with the wind. I could feel a pair of eyes locked in on the back of my head, and it felt like someone was watching me. Crack! A strike of lightning sounded outside of my window and suddenly my palms began to sweat and the hairs on my neck stood at attention. Chills shot through my body and there he was, the man stood there scratching his grey and pepper tinted beard while his silver locks of hair flowed with the wind entering through