Nikiforov Alternate Ending

“This one was hardly bigger than a garage. The table was cluttered with limp- looking magazines and at one end of it there was a big green glass ashtray full of cigarette butts and cotton wads with little blood spots on them. If she had had anything to do with the running of the place, that would have been emptied every so often. There were no chairs against the wall at the head of the room. It had a rectangular-shaped panel in it that permitted a view of the office where the nurse came and went and the secretary listened to the radio. A plastic fern, in a gold pot sat in the opening and trailed its fronds down almost to the floor. The radio was softly playing gospel music” (O’Connor 3). As the Turpins waited Mrs. Turpin began to describe the other waiting room occupants to pass the time. Mrs. Turpin can be seen as a larger woman who is proud of her means and then there is her husband Claud who can be described as a “florid, bald, sturdy and shorter than Mrs. Turpin (O’Connor 1). Next was an unnamed blonde child whose attire consisted of a dirty blue romper, the boy’s mother was seen “wearing on a yellow sweatshirt and wine- colored slacks, both gritty-looking, and the rims of her lips were stained with snuff. Her dirty yellow hair was tied behind with a little piece of red paper ribbon” (O’Connor 5). The next woman is called the “stylish woman” by

In my opinion, the ending wasn’t satisfying. It wasn’t satisfying because I was expecting a little bit more. For example, when the whole entire band shaved their hair I was surprised. But, I was wondering as to why the girls didn’t do it as well, I was hoping that they’d shave their hair as well. Also, when Jeffery got sick and Steven couldn’t perform, but in the end he received an award for his drums. But, he didn’t even perform and he got the award, I thought that it was unfair for the other people that played the instruments. Also, when Steven went to Sam and she died I was heartbroken. So, I would’ve kept her alive, I would have let her meet her sister. I would let them have a reunion, then later on she would give some more advice to

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

Some of the characteristics of freely chosen, self-directed play are children choosing what they want to do, how they want to do it and when to stop and try something else. Adults do not set or impose on it even though they may provide the space and resources. In our setting for instance, during free play we let the children lead in what they want to do and support them if they want us to. It’s the children who make the choice of what they want to do although there are boundaries for health and safety, inclusion etc

It was the year 1922 and life hadn’t been this good in a while, times had taken a big change for the best. In Manhattan, New York, there were extravagant parties every weekend; the whole city shows up and doesn't leave until they see the sun. There was once this wealthy family living right in the middle of the roaring twenties. There was a mom, a dad, an older sister named Alice, and a younger sister named Anna. Alice loved to go to all of the huge parties, meet new people, and not come home until the morning. Every time Alice would get ready to go out for the night, Anna would watch her get ready as if she was picturing that was herself. Anna looked up at her sister and wanted to do everything she did. Alice had been talking about this party for a long time, and the night

Carl hurried through the streets of Boston, his Red Sox baseball cap pulled low over his eyes to cover his graying hair and his mail clutched tightly in his fist. He strode into his cramped apartment and paused in front of the pile of blank canvases leaning against the couch, collecting dust. Carl hadn’t worked in days. His profession wasn’t the kind to call and demand that he return to work. Though he loved the atmosphere of the city, he didn’t envy the life of suits and corporations and business meetings. He preferred to create and, luckily, he was not unsuccessful.

I awoke to beams of a dozen spotlights, my vision gradually adjusted to the brilliant white light which illuminated everything around me. The realization that I had fallen asleep during rehearsal caused my eyes to widen in utter shock and confusion.

A myth is a conventional or ancient chronicle, normally regarding some existence or brave man or event, which can or cannot be a determinable foundation of reality or a standard description, mainly one that is related with God and Goddess’ or demigods and describes some implementation, ceremony, or event of the natural world. In an Australian modern context a myth is created based on peoples perception, their attitude towards stereotypes and how they reacted to other peoples view and form there own. A lot of myths that are created whether it be in a modern context or in past lives can now be denoted as false just due to the fact that there is so much scientific research now that can do this. A Social

Leaving off from where I last left off, noon was fast approaching. By then the town had nearly turned pitch black thanks to its gallery of unlit houses. The darkness somewhat contributed to a tranquil sense of complete nothingness. But on a lighter, less spiritual note lets focus on the plight of a commissioned streetlamp. This heritage lamp post, though not a rarity in Northbrook, was responsible for illuminating the town’s most noteworthy block. Industrial magnets, rags-to-riches lawyers and bankers, etc... a cast of people that one might expect to be somewhere on a communist poster next to the words enemy or capitalist baffoon, take your pick. Mustn't get off topic so often, doesn’t help the plot in any way. Anyhow lets return to the adventures of a certain beloved streetlamp.

The car was silent as Ino drove Sakura to her pregnancy class. She hoped that Sakura would be ok she could only imagine how she must have felt. "Sakura how did it go?"

Yes, I agree that people are experiencing similar, if not the exact same, struggles that Happy and Biff are dealing with in the play. Has human behavior changed that much in less than a century? I don't think so, and that's why I think we see a lot of parallels between the play and today's socioeconomic paradigm. The post-WWII U.S. hegemony still exists today, so should it come as a surprise if U.S. social behavior hasn't changed much either? If we, as a nation, are still behaving the same, in both foreign and domestic affairs, as our predecessors, then should it be some sort of surprise that there are parallels between a post-WWII U.S. play and the current day U.S.? Our culture still has parallels with Greco-Roman culture, and that's quite

An unsettling evening wind started to blow its way through the Central Park. The sun began to set, sending a cascade of colors streaming through the evening sky. The day had started with the normal chaos that a normal Friday had encompassed. John was having difficulty finishing the last piece of business for that day, his mind kept day dreaming towards his lovely wife and wonderful children. As he set in his chair completely exhausted in his tattered office listening to the clock that was ticking in the background, and it approached the wishful hour of five o’clock.

Defining play can be very difficult. The term play can be used to illustrate a wide range of behaviors and activities, and can be perceived as both essential and insignificant to the child at the same time. Santrock (2012, p.437) suggests a definition of play as "a pleasurable activity that is engaged in for its own sake." However, this is argued by Kernan (2007, p.5) who states that none of the potential definitions are broad enough to encompass all of the meanings associated with play. Despite the lack of such universal definition, Rennie (2003, p.22) claims, that "we can recognize play across barriers of language, of culture, even of species", which conveys its importance in the life and development of children, as it is

From an early age children are known to engage in a number of activities in which would feed their curiosity alongside aiding their development. The main activity in which they would willingly participate in would be pretend play; play is not something which is only done by children however can be performed by adults and even animals.

Azfer was just standing there motionless in the ruins of his own house, trying to process what just happened. He didn’t remember anything, just going to sleep like a normal day and waking up in this mess. He didn’t have anywhere to go, all the buildings around him were either destroyed or in flames. The only two things that were passing through his mind were where are his wife and his baby and why everything is in ruins. He started looking around for other people to see if they knew anything about what is happening, however he couldn’t find a single soul. Later, passing through a nearly destroyed mosque, he saw some letters, yet he couldn’t quite understand them so he got closer. When he got close enough to read it, he saw that it said ¨Our