Persuasive Speech - Original Writing

Finally, Coach had the boys all face the pool while still standing on the first row of the bleachers and on display, still gripping the hand of the boy on either side of him. She allowed the girls to stand in loose groups in front of them. “Now it’s clear that the girls have seen your penis and your bare bottom,” she stated to the boys, “so there is no need to feel shy or embarrassed in the future. The girls will see nothing new. If, in the future we catch you covering yourself, there will be consequences.”

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.

James commented, "I really don't want to hear you talk about this to his mother."

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and stepped out of my sweats. “I was told I could wear my sweats here along with my underwear if they were a neutral color.”

Persuasive speech outline purpose: To persuade my audience to donate blood through the American Red Cross. Introduction:

Please!” Luke almost yelled. I rolled my eyes, then realized that it was getting dark outside. How long had I been knocked out? I don't know, a few hours. He seemed to notice, too. “Alright. It's gonna get dark soon. The rules are shut up. If you can't do that, I'll have to tape your mouth shut. Understand?” he asked. Sitting down, I decided to see where this would go. “Fine,” I answered. Luke rolled his eyes and covered the window with a large curtain. “Where do we sleep?” I asked.

Two of our fellow seniors, Curtis Robinson and Sumayyah Singletary, have taken the initiative to plan an unofficial class trip. The following is a message from them:

“Thomas, you mustn't swear at a lady! What would Mother think?” she said in mock

They were drained, James especially – the teenage years being crucial for extended slumber. Never again would he turn stroppy and complain about his father giving him a bed time of half past nine on school nights again. No longer would he take the nightmares, most of which centred around distress and belittlement, to heart. Those future late night terrors that invaded, whenever his head hit the pillow, would undoubtedly be reflecting the last ten hours or so he'd spent in the woodland hills. But it wasn't over yet. They were far from safe.

She walks into school, trying to go un noticed, hoping Liam isn't here today. But, just as she walks down the main hall of the high school, holding her books close to her chest, she is slammed against the lockers hard. Her books fall and her eyes go wide in pain. Liam smiles at her fragile state, pinning her against the lockers. "Hello Ocean. Hoping I wasn't going to be here today? You can't get rid of me that easy," he says. Mrs. Fetch, the history teacher, comes out of her room, seeing Liam pinning Ocean to the lockers. "Mr. Miller! Let her go this instant!" she shrieks in her high annoying voice. Liam goes closer to Ocean's face. "I'll be back later," he whispers and lets her go. Tears are rushing down her rosy cheeks. "Get to class!" Ms. Fetch says, and Liam walks slowly to class, looking back at the other 2 in the hallway, before disappearing behind the corner. Ocean quickly wipes away her tears, picks up her books, and runs down the hall towards her first class. She knows she'll get in trouble like she always does when she's late to class, usually because of

I’m going to be so late for school.” With a hop, a skip, and a jump he made his way down the stairs; careful not to trip or scuff his new Jordan's. “How would you know what time it is? Don't you need this?”. He tossed me my watch, and I caught it hurriedly, suddenly very aware of the nakedness of my wrist. A quick glance at the clock face revealed that it was already 11:45; if I hurried I would barely make the second half of 5th period. “What is the matter with you? Why aren’t we at school? Mom is going to kill us!” I hissed at him through clenched teeth. “School? Oh yeah, it’s canceled today - something about a water main break on Cornell. Mom’s at work, so she doesn’t know a thing,” he sneered as he breezed past me out the door. “I’m going to meet Ben down at the club, thanks for being such easy prey!”, he called back when he saw my annoyed expression.

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

"...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."

“ No my dear,” she said. “ Only you.” I guess that I should be heading to my room now, I have work early tomorrow.” Billy said a little startled. “ Would you like another cup of tea?” she said ignoring that Billy wanted to leave. “ No thankyou, I am going to go to sleep now.” Billy said even more uneasy. Billy went upstairs just a little bit faster than a walk. He found the room that she showed him when he first got there. He recognized the room, and walked in. He then noticed a white sheet of paper peeking out from under the bed. He then walked closer and picked up the sheet of paper. He read