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Unformatted text preview: Creative Writing Piece Lauren Berry November 24, 2009 Snow I n The snow was pouring down upon the small brick house harder than Tim had ever seen. Trapped inside the 8 by 10 room, he waited for what felt like a lifetime. Cold, white flakes filled the windowsill from bottom to top. Picking at a tear in his jeans, the hole began to widen and widen. Will it ever stop? The snow was pounding, thumping, screaming for attention. The rest of Tims friends seemed unmoved by the blizzard that shook outside the bedroom, yet Tim could not keep his eyes off the enclosing window. Tim had known he had a problem ever since the 3 rd grade. When he was younger everyone loved to slip and tumble down the plastic red, enclosed slide that resided within the play structure at his elementary school. However, every time Tim attempted to go down the spiraled, twisted tube, he just couldnt. His palms would sweat, his legs would lock, and his mind would race. His parents t ried desperately to help him through this, but when push came to shove everyone knew what was wrong with Tim. His fears and his worries were stemmed from something that he was unable to control. The moments of trembling and fright could be explained was unable to control....
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