Creative Writing : Essay

Distinctively visual representations allow the audience to envisage different purposes crafting emotions which stay with us forever. Graphic depiction is a fundamental characteristic within distinctively visual, thus the audience is able to be exposed to the intense illustrations exemplified by composers. Spudvilla’s portrayal of “Woolvs in the sitee” demonstrates the child’s inability to reconcile with himself. Contrasting to this notion; the playwright “Shoe-horn Sonata” to expose the brutal reality of POW camps during WWII. Therefore, distinctively visual forces the audience to succumb to the barriers society creates.

Narrate a Time When Your Literacy Skills Have Helped You Achieve a Personal Goal or Accomplishment. Explain the Significance of This Accomplishment

A typical high-school student struggles in learning new concepts, in AP Language & Composition many students learn new challenging concepts which make the class difficult.

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.

The Tropfest films Road Rage (2006) and Lemonade Stand (2012) both represent Australian stories and Australian voices. Both of the films explore the representation of Australians and show many different aspects of Australian culture. The film Road Rage expounds a different more emotional side to the typical stereotype of Australian men. Lemonade Stand also represents Australian culture, through the use of themes such as mateship and the Aussie Battler. Both of the films through the use of mis-en-scene and a variety of different visual and oral techniques show key aspects of Australian culture,

She had never had much freedom. She was grateful for the opportunity to be involved as she was now in the realm of humans. However, she hadn't the slightest clue what to do in this exact moment. She had been found out. To what extend, she wasn't sure at the moment nor did she have time to think. And now? Her focus shifted to the man she yanked herself from. Red eyes flashed maliciously, swirling with dark promises of pain.

While she regarded him so thoroughly he barely looked at her, except to make eye contact and give her a complete grimace so she would truly understand his mood. In the coming months he will wish he had taken more notice of her, had created more of a mental image with which he could remember her. Her mousy face, and dull brown hair. He honestly couldn't recall what color her eyes were. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, how could he have known this would be the last time he would see her?

The flood of emotions tumbles out. A stream of questions, one after another, is rapidly fired at him - where did he go, why did he leave, and most importantly, why didn’t he say goodbye? All this time she’d spent waiting in the past, suspended in time, unable to receive any semblance of closure or composure. All the pent up emotions rush out of her and guilt flashes in his eyes. "Let’s go inside first,” he says, “I’ll explain what I

He lowered his gaze to take a long, lingering look at the cleavage which he guessed Analise had deliberately revealed, and placed his free hand over the top of hers, to stop it from plucking the weapon from his fingers. "The Police, and possibly the FBI, are already searching for me, Ms Helm. I've murdered three times. What makes you think a fourth would provide them with any more evidence than they have now?" His focus left her breasts, and returned to her face. A smirk played across his lips. "I'm getting better at this, not worse. As for the patrolman, night is an eternity away. By the time he's due, you'd either be bound and gagged in my trunk, or naked, bleeding and begging for mercy in some dark, cold, lonely place where no-one could hear your screams. If there's one thing I've learned from our chats, it's that I enjoy the chase. The battle of wits and competition has been more stimulating than I could ever have imagined, and all that attention you received on the evening news made me a little jealous. I crave my own. Not that you'd get the pleasure of seeing them capture me anyway, you'd be dead". The man shrugged, and gently pried her fingers loose of the grip they held on his gun hand, so that he could raise the weapon and touch it to her

Allie had not heard much of what Thomas said; she was in shock still, from seeing him standing there looking at her. When her eyes locked onto him and then his eyes, it was as if they were completely alone in the room. She blushed at her thoughts because they had suddenly gone to those few days and nights they had spent as a married couple. As he kissed her, her thoughts were in bed with him- his

After asking his last question, he wondered if his trust in her was misplaced. Was she really as much of a victim as she appeared to be? Or was she a part of this scam? He observed, now that they were standing rather closer to one another than they had, that her incredible beauty was certainly unlikely. In fact, he was suddenly taken aback by her

The sound of heavy footsteps walking up the stairs disrupted her musing. She was alone, wasn’t she? Did Ray come home? No. He said he would call her later tonight unless something happened in court.

After she observes the events from outside, an epiphany had come to her and starts to build up. First she tries to avoid the new idea ’this thing was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back’ because she perhaps felt hopeless in her marriage ‘there would be no one to live for’ explaining that she lived for her husband and not for herself. The climax of the story hits when she repeats whispering ‘free, free, free’ in addition to the change of feelings in her body ‘Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her

we get a glimpse of her overwhelming feeling of torment and sense of regret. The reader is left with a

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.