Without Repeating a Single Word

Is it easy to write six sentences without repeating a single word? Not easy, but definitely possible, say my IC Advertising students. Here are eight little gems:
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 They screeched into town, engine hissing, threatening to fall apart, tyres smoking. Their bags were full: guns, bullets, blood-soaked money. With them arrived the distinct smell of gunpowder. Very few people understood what this meant. But everyone knew trouble when it came. Grown men ran, children cowered under beds, and women peeped through cracks in wooden doors.
 - Aranyaka
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Rumba is a dance of love. It tells stories through movements. The man holds his lady as if she will be the only one there. Their hearts beat together. Rhythm takes over. They melt down. Silhouettes then blend into unison.
 - Komal
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Walking along the river holding his hand had always been her dream. He knew what she wanted and was willing to do anything that made Jennifer happy. But destiny is not in one's favour everytime. David's blood cancer would kill him very soon. Doctors lost all hopes. Why is life so difficult?
 - Priyanshu.
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Six cups of coffee did not help. Pacing up and down made no difference. Why was he so tense? Normally nothing perturbed him. Today, everything about his life would be changing. After waiting for hours it finally happened. The president had been chosen.
 - Ranjani
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Our reality is based on false truths. Driven by intense greed, the human civilization exists in a constant state of ignorance. Mother Earth and her pagan gods left behind. We have ventured far into oblivion. Beyond any rhyme or reason. Time bears mute witness.
 - Srikant
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Rain lightly covered Princess Street, as if a baker was dusting freshly baked doughnuts with powdered sugar. Our hero limped along, his arthritic knee was acting up again. Few other people were out at this late hour. He suddenly stopped, stepped inside the seedy, hole-in-the-wall type establishment, well known for cheap booze, loud drunks and easy women.
   'Barkeep, whisky double, straight up, keep 'em comin.'
   'Good to see you Fred,' said the bartender sarcastically, pouring Scotch generously into six shot glasses.
 - Viren
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Sometimes in life you feel the fight left in you is over.
Sail through tides, bustle through winds, venture into dark nights and be thankful for such immaculate design.
 For time will end, while your life flashes past.
Wonder - did joy come to people around your space?
 How has enrichment been derived through you?
 Racing toward  perfect dreams without appreciating quality around one's environment isn't a way to live.
   Sheldon
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There was a bird.
He had been christened Cody.
His owner lives in this house.
But the fowl's home happened to be an oven.
One day somebody accidentally turned that OTG on.
Someone somewhere died.
  - Manaswi

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