Creative Writing : My Life

The Las Vegas and Atlantic City locations have lost revenues in recent years. In addition to the economic slowdown, these gambling locations are also facing new competitors in the market that are providing attractive choices to the customers. Though there are some external forces beyond their control, it seems that attractiveness and accessibility are very important focus areas for these cities.

One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

“Some people say I was lucky to survive, other will say I deserved it for the choice I made. I’m here to say I was lucky, it’s never ok to say your life isn’t worth living even at your worst you can always look forward tomorrow will come and if you put your mind to it you’ll see that anything is possible.” – Stephen McGregor Professional Paralympian

Hook. Both John Stuart Mill and Peter Singer approach moral philosophy from a utilitarian perspective. In this paper, I will argue that Singer’s and Mill’s utilitarian philosophies share numerous similarities but also differ. Singer and Mill agree on the importance of selflessness, the idea that we can end human suffering, and the significance of consequences. However, their views conflict concerning the relevance of motivation. I contend that Singer improves upon Mill’s utilitarianism since Singer accurately recognizes the discrepancy between a life of absolute affluence and absolute poverty and also wrestles with the intricate concept of motive.

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

Drenched and frozen, only the warmth from their mothers’ kept the young creatures sustained. The trees’ limbs hung low from the weight of the swampy atmosphere; causing the joyous ambience of the forest to restrain her passion.

After saying goodnight to Simon and Magnus, Clary quickly shut the door to the library. The hallway was silent and still as the ocean tide, she had heard Lilian call for her just as her best friends in the world told her their goodbyes for the night. Magnus had conjured up a portal which would take him and Simon back to the village where they lived. Simon lived in a simple but modest house, on the outskirts of town, on a farm with his Mother and older sister. Magnus however, resided in a small, comfortable loft just above the local clothing store.

Guido couldn’t believe he was home alone after he arrived from middle school. Mom was usually standing in the kitchen, making him a delicious snack consisting of fruits and sandwiches, smiling brightly as she graciously served him, knowing full well that he was tired from a hard day of learning.

Liam woke up late one night to his phone ringing. Groaning he turned on the lamp and grabbed his phone from the night stand. Who was calling him at this ungodly hour? Liam shielded his eyes from the light. After a couple of seconds Liam’s eyes finally adjusted to the brightness.

Slowly, he walked. Dragging one foot forward, then the other, he trudged on. Where was he headed, one might ask. Alas, even he did not know himself. The answer was deep in the back of his mind, someplace he likely could not reach on his own will. Aside from this answer, was his very destination itself. He hardly knew what it was, and where… Those two questions had yet to be solved, and more arose. Answers were yet to be discovered. Deep inside his heart, the boy felt the knowledge of where walking in his current direction would take him. And he would be there soon, he thought. He focused his vision on the ground as he shuffled ahead. Leaves and pine needles were strewn across the floor below him, covering the tough brown dirt beneath.. There

Restful Haven Nursing Home was a 1980’s two-storey brick building, reminiscent of a shabby low budget hotel in which couples, married but not necessarily to each other take pleasure in brief clandestine dalliances. It sat just off a busy roundabout and the service road leading to it also offered access to a Travel Lodge, a huge One-Stop garage and a McDonald's. However, it would be a mistake to imagine that the home's position, implied an ongoing inclusivity in society for the people who found themselves resident there. For whilst on the whole the hotel guests, travellers and food connoisseurs could still conceptualise a speculative life span ahead of them the residents at Restful Haven were no longer afforded that luxury. On arrival, for the lucid ones at least, there was an unspoken recognition that it was almost certainly a one-way journey, to be embarked upon slowly, worn out joints and trepidation each on their part vying for supremacy. However, once those and all other earthly afflictions had been finally cast aside, they mostly left the home at high speed in a vehicle with blacked out windows whose graphics

"The royal house," my dad said after the taxi driver asked where we wanted to

“HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU, I NEED THIS REPORT TO BE PERFECT!” “I’LL GIVE YOU EXACTLY 24 HOURS, IF THE NEW REPORT IS NOT ON MY DESK BY THEN, YOU ... ARE... FIRED !” That was the only thing that the employees of DREAMS Corporation can hear from the CEO’s office. However, nobody was paying attention because this is what happens every single day at the company. People were always disgusted and irritated by Jessica’s cold hearted personality, but her family thinks differently.

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

A child runs inside a small classroom gathering his thoughts wondering what he saw. Bewildered by what he had just seen he had become so frightened he hadn’t realized his hands were shaking. Collecting his thoughts he remembered that he heard a banging on a door someone opened it and a man with patches of flesh missing ran up and bit the student who opened the door. Dumbfound by the whole experience he began barricading the door shut and looking for something to defend himself with. Easily finding a meter stick as he entered a mathematics classroom he began sharpening it scared stiff the entire time. Finally he felt safe although he could hear running and screaming every second coming from outside the doors. Getting up he finally had the strength