Persuasive Speech - Original Writing

I am sure that everyone of you have heard about aliens and UFOs. Indeed, we all have heard about the famous case of aliens and UFOs in Roswell, New Mexico. Most people might be interested in the topic of aliens, but I know that the majority of you just think of it as rumours and the existence of them are impossible. Therefore, I am standing here in front all of you to make you change your perspective. I am strongly confident that I have found the evidence of their real existence to convince all of you.

"You're darned right I did! That'll teach you whippersnappers to pay more attention to the world around you. I swear..." With that, Prunesworth stepped in front of the girl in line, grabbed her coffee, and shuffled out. The young woman stood their, baffled, tears forming at the corners of her

An American literary theorist and novelist, Kenneth Burke, once said, “Wherever there is persuasion, there is rhetoric, and wherever there is rhetoric, there is meaning.” (Burke) Barack Obama, Martin Luther King Jr. and Fannie Lou Hamer all delivered powerful persuasive speeches that will go down in history. The use of these motivational individuals’ language and persuasion played a pivotal role within the civil rights movement, the movement that achieved the most important breakthrough in the equal rights legislation. We can observe this in the speakers’ rhetoric devices like ethos, logos and pathos.

We had just got back from ice cream express,Since we walked there from school, because it was sorta a special day it was Caledonia’s homecoming game! And after we got back we went down to the basement and started to play around, like with slime Bailey showed us some dance routines she did for church, and we made an American ninja warrior court. Then we went back up and got something from our bags, we ate a little bit of peanuts, just then I had a great idea I said... “let's go ding-dong-ditch Ky!” Bailey yelled “YES.” So Bailey went over and asked her mom, we were thrilled when she said yes.

You know what irritates me more than anything? illiterate people trying to pass off as being literate. Why try to be something you're not? Why try to convince people you're this great writer when in fact you aren't? What I don't understand is why bother joining a writing site when you can't write? I get people make mistakes, but is it that hard that you can't use spell check? or you can't find a website that will tell you if you've made a mistake and need to fix it?

For example, using a leftover coffee can for loose nails or screws, or even washing and reusing a plastic zip-loc bag instead of throwing it in the garbage. Thrift shopping is a way of reusing someone else’s unwanted goods. As I spoke about in an earlier speech about thrifting, I included many locations and ways to thrift, also the benefits to the shopper and the donator. One place in particular was shopping at the local boys and girls club. I personally shop there, keeping my eyes open for a good deal. For example, the pair of jeans that I am wearing today was purchased from this store just a few months ago. I paid only $8.00 for this pair of Lucky Jeans and according to buckle.com, a retailer for lucky jeans the retail price is $99.00 that is a savings to me of $91.00.I am not the type to worry about name brands, but quality usually does cost more. If I can get a quality pair of jeans at a fraction on the price, I am glad to shop at the thrift store. I am thankful to the person that made the donation of the lucky jeans and they can benefit from that donation. According to the IRS webpage, IRS. Gov it explains that an individual can donate items like clothing, household furniture and furnishings, a car or boat, even taxidermy. The donations are appraised, by the donator, and recorded. At the time of filing taxes if the donation equals at least $500 for the year, the donator may take advantage of the

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In a small town on a small street in a small neighborhood in a small house was a girl name Eribella she was 14 years years old 5ft 3 and all she wanted was to be popular you know sit with the cool girls walk down the hall and had everyone saying hi not having to think about what her name was and just being that person everyone knew.

After we got everything situated for the strip club, Grip said he had to go take care of some stuff and left. Death looks at me "wanna grab some dinner with me?" I was starving, so why the hell not. We headed out in separate vehicles ' towards the pizza parlor, Death walked up to my truck, when I parked, opening my door for me.

"...I 'm here..." He murmured, not really sure if it was to himself or Amaimon, mostly just a confirmation that he was awake that a greeting honestly. He wanted to fall back asleep, it sounded wonderful, even here in the rain. How nice it would be to forget the pain that had once more begun to well up within him and trade it for the sweet darkness of sleep. How nice it would be to pull Amaimon down to him and sleep, just as he had been frightened to do earlier. His tail flicked about before it found the earth king 's wrist, wrapping around it almost possessively, his body just beginning to work once more "I 'm here."

As humans, we are trained to avoid contradiction. Therefore, you don’t say goodnight every morning, and I don’t stand here and tell you my shirt is orange. To contradict oneself is a sure indication of stupidity, laziness, or even a liar. This is engrained, conventional wisdom. Consequently, avoiding contradiction is a fundamental, enduring literary requirement. Significant time, and copious amounts of editing, are commonly dedicated to eradicating continuity errors, thereby producing clear, precise prose. I’m sure you’re all agonisingly familiar with this process. You simply cannot introduce a character with stunning blue eyes, and then, in the very next sentence, describe those same eyes as muddled brown. You certainly can’t flippantly change your character’s name; not if you aspire to be taken seriously, at least. Readers are so attuned to these apparent errors, that they often closely scrutinise works and actively seek them, then proudly wave any discrepancies’ in authors’ faces.

The door opened and Milton’s new butler showed them to the drawing room. A pot of tea was served, and then Milton arrived, looking shaken and pale.

there was something to be said about coffee shops. or, rather, there was something to be said about the way they made taylor feel. the ambiance alone was enough to melt away at the ice in taylor’s life — the ice that’d been frozen for as long as she could remember — and allow her to, for just a moment, feel okay. wholeheartedly, totally okay. not broken. not damaged. not inadequate. totally, wonderfully okay. it was a joke, though: the idea that taylor could believe, even for a split second, that her world was one without mountains and cliffs and dead ends. it didn’t matter, though. it never mattered. and so, per usual, the blonde shrugs it off as she approaches the door to one of her favorite coffee shops. she arrives earlier than ariana, by design. she’s an hour early, because she figures an hour is ample time to gather the persona of the taylor that everyone knows. the taylor she wants to be. she outstretches her right hand to the doorknob, gives it a light twist, and once the bell rings, taylor realizes she’s here. she’s h o m e. it’s not reading, pennsylvania. it’s not nashville, tennessee either — but it’s an escape from reality, and that feels close enough to home. she hasn’t been here in months, but it hasn’t changed — and that’s the warmest feeling taylor’s found in a while. the string lights still dangle from the rafters, the tables are still small, wooden & worn, and acoustic music still trickles from the record player in the back. it’s all so familiar, and it

Relieved that this odious man had hung up, she slammed the receiver down, and waited a moment to regain her composure after which she would call the said actors into her office. While her assistant prepared the video camera, Kathy poured herself a glassful of Scotch to help settle her nerves after which she gulped it down, and leisurely walked to the door. For a moment, she realized how this town had slowly destroyed her moral fortitude, and it was this diminishment in moral strength that she was afraid that Xanadu would drain these two performers of what was dear to them – their freshness. Moreover, Kathy was ashamed to the lengths she had participated in order to fuel the appetites of men like Carlton. She tricked herself into believing that she was facilitating in the creation of their budding theatrical careers, and if anything were to become of it – namely, fame and fortune – then this would be adequate compensation for any indignities they may suffer. Yet there were other reasons why she reluctantly obeyed the Tinsel town tyrant, which for the time being, I shan’t go into for fear she would discover what I’ve told you – except to say, the wasteland, hundred or so miles east of Xanadu, is populated with the bones of those who were foolish enough to challenge their power. At any rate, she could not tell him what she thought of him, which was “you are an arrogant asshole” because she had grown accustomed to the shitload of cash she got for sending aspiring actors to

Jonathan, my friend, just got an earful for going into the forest. All I got was a stare from my dad. My dad didn’t think words would change my decisions at this point so he just stood there. He was far away from me, but his shadow stretched over me and his glare was like the sun itself. He would not let me move because that was my punishment and my dad was strict in that way. If he had just yelled at me or grounded me that would have been easier, but this was torture and I could not stand the long silence.