Spring ’08 Feature Writing class

Unlike many small-time ventures where quiet and comfort is bought with higher prices, Bishop works hard to keep costs down.

Stepping up to the door, don’t forget to wipe off the dirt from the shoe’s soles. 

While driving south on Berry Street, it looks simply like a residential road that has no glitz or glamour. 

But looking around, the 90 people who are touching back to back, front to side, and front to front have no intention of taking a break. 

Crossing my fingers, the car starts, and now it’s back to the outside to fight with the ice. 

Previous classes

Twirling in a pink dress, my dad clapped for the little ballerina.

Eating, his food got mixed together.

Sick of Norman, it was time to go to Dallas.

Swimming through the lake, the boat got too close.

While driving along, my friend’s face was stuck to the window.

Barking viciously, Bobbie tried to remove the bone from the dog.

Swinging the bat, the ball sailed skyward.