The August Of Awakening - Original Writing

Original Writing I will be writing a story about an American Family, who has a very intelligent twelve year old child. Who has to undergo an Intelligence test, to see how bright he actually is. After a few hours of waiting, the results return and prove to be conclusive, and, as a result the boy is forced to have his brain removed. And replaced because he is seen as a threat to the future. It is either this, or faces Imprisonment. ''So, it's tomorrow then?''…

Songs of Freedom My definition of a great writer was someone who possessed a complex mind and was able to view the world in a way the average person cannot. Growing up, I never felt comfortable in my own skin. Writing for me, serves as an escape and is the only time I truly feel comfortable. When I write, I transform in to someone confident and liberated; I truly become myself. Coming from the Gambia, West Africa, I’ve always struggled with identity and who I was as a person. I never truly felt…

Aaliyah - Original Writing "I don't think about my success. I'm happy that the work I've done in the past has been very successful. All I can do is leave it in God's hands and hope my fans feel where I'm coming from. I took the time to give my all." - Aaliyah Haughton. As I sit listening to the infectious, sensuous harmonies of Aaliyah's smooth R & B, I wonder why it had to happen. Why did someone so young with such amazing talent, strength and the potential to carry…

Writing Style in The Awakening In her novel The Awakening, Kate Chopin is an artist who paints a picture for the reader with every word:"The sun was low in the west, and the breeze was soft and languorous that came up from the south, charged with the seductive odor of the sea." (12) The inclusion of such alluring and dramatic images allows the reader to see, hear, feel, smell, and live in the scene which she creates. Chopin writes to awaken the senses, and her style is one of beauty and…

Day One We are stranded on an island, or at least I am pretty sure it is an island. Ralph was the first person I found after awakening on the beach. We found a conch shell and used it to summon all the other boys from the plane. The boys and I voted for Ralph to be our chief. We chose Jack Merridew and his choir to be the hunters. I am very upset with Ralph, he told all the boys that my name was Piggy, even after I told him not to. I am sure I’ll forgive him soon because for my whole life I have…

name you find out to be Areum hands you a towel as you walk into your office. You wipe your shoes off and pant legs. You settle yourself in the big space. You layout your phone, notebook, and glasses on the desk. You slip your glasses on and start writing down some important information about the company when you hear a knock on the door. You look up to see Seungcheol standing there. You nod and he enters your office. Seungcheol takes a seat across from you as you continue to write. You heart is beating…

Writing has always been alien to me, I have always struggled putting my thoughts down on paper. While my childhood friends had diaries, I could not fathom why anyone would need one. The idea of putting your thoughts down on a piece of paper did not resonate with me, although I have always had a passion for reading, and found reading when I was a child a great way to get away without going anywhere. I have always been jealous of those that can put pen to paper and write as if it was second nature…

Creative Writing It was during the fall when it happen . I got a phone call from my father saying that migration got him.I started crying.I ciuld not believe what happen.when i told my mom she started crying. Then i called my aunt santa and told her. My aunt came over. i could not believe what happened. I could not stop crash. he was in jail and i could not believe it , we have to do things during the month’s .My dad would call us often and we had to pay. i was happy when i hear his voice. I cried…

Survival- Original Writing The sweltering jungle felt like a death trap; it was infested with venomous species of plants and animals. The humidity was intolerable. All I had was a small bottle of water, and a tiny, partly eaten, bar of chocolate. I had lost my main supply in the trees earlier, when I missed my landing target. I didn’t feel secure; yet I had no choice to continue. It was life or death for now, it was survival. I was mentally ill equipped for this alien…

I barely remembered what happened in the novel at that point due to the fact that I was going on about half an hour of sleep. As for the actual thesis, I look back on it fondly. It isn’t my best piece of writing by any means, but I often refer to the standards you set for us as a guide: original, succinct, intriguing, and argumentative. Learning to focus on the thesis so early on in the semester made subsequent assignments much easier. I knew where to start, therefore the tasks became less daunting…