Mos Def

While few people may argue that downloading music from the internet should not be illegal, many others realize that it is clearly an act of theft to steal the work of others. The amount of the music being illegally downloaded has risen tremendously over the years causing music industries worldwide to cripple and disappear. As many may say that downloading music illegally is not harmful in any way, they are imperceptive to the fact that it is causing a large amount of decreasing revenue. As Marielena

While some may argue that downloading music illegally increases an artist’s popularity by exposure, doing so greatly harms the artist and the dedication they put into producing their music. Supporters of free music downloading claim that online sites only increase the popularity of an artist’s music by giving them more exposure to a bigger audience. John Dino, a supporter of free music downloading states in his speech, “sites, such as Napster are helping artists’ music to be spread around worldwide

The torture of the ransom I was on my way to a New York , but i passed a little town before i got there and though that i should stop and rest. I walk into the inn older lady greets me her dull brown eyes meet my green eyes. She looks at me like i was crazy for coming in at 10:40 pm for a room to rest in , or it might be that i look like someone crazy person with a red wild mess on my head that i call hair. The older lady finally spoke after a long silence. “yes?” her voice was sweet but you could

Why Athletes are Good Role Models Ever since the ancient years, we have admired athletes and the hard work that they do to achieve their goal of winning. We idolize them and wish we were more like them. What happens though when the realization sinks in that they are human too and that some of them do get greedy and selfish? A lot of athletes are model citizens that you should really look up to, but there are also some bad apples in the bunch that ruin it for everyone. Athletes can

As he was leaning closer to kiss me, we heard a knock on my front door. “Liz,” I said to him. Leaving his side, I went to open the door. “Hi!” She kissed me on both cheeks and hand me a basket full of wines, crackers and cheeses she was holding. “Welcome home.” She said, in way of greeting. “Darling, I had not seen you forever. I found you a hunk of a man. He is a gorgeous stockbroker with a great personality. He is…” Liz stopped mid sentence when she notice Brian behind me, looking furious

Red Sorghum, a novel written by Mo Yan, depicts events of horror on the Sorghum fields during the battle between the Chinese and Japanese. As the novel unfolded the role of Red Sorghum as an active character in the novel was established. As an agricultural necessity for the Chinese, the participation of the plant in the story declared that the people’s relationship to the grain is far deeper than the just a means to earn money for business purposes. The contributions sorghum made through its life

I woke up to my alarm clock screeching in my ear. As I finished getting ready for school I grabbed my bookbag and went downstairs. I found my father and mother both sipping on a cup a coffee. “Ah Hazel you’re here”! We’re going to be working at the pizza shop today” My Mom said is a very calm yet excited voice. At that moment I looked at my watch and realized that I’m running late. As I hugged my mom I ran out the door and started sprinting to school. When I could see my school within walking distance

It was nearing midnight by now. The light snowfall made the night even darker, and the windshield wipers were the only thing making a sound, besides the slight rumble of the engine. Pulling into a driveway, an upper class man named Zachariah started the winding stretch that was his driveway to his mansion of a house. Trees lined the little dirt path up until the final stretch of the driveway, where it opened up into a large green field adorned with a Victorian Mansion located at the top of a small

Darkness envelops me with the sound of a slamming trunk. The engine starts, and I wonder if my luck will be any different. I never have that kind of luck. Who am I kidding? I fall asleep to the sound of the shovel beside me tapping the wall by my head. Waking up to the sound of wind blowing over my head and a sharp pain in my side. A sharp rock stabs my gut and dirt gets in my eye as I sit up. Where am I? I’m alive, that’s all I can say. Any clue to where I could be is hidden by the stone walls

Most people who’d undergone pain would say that going home after an incident would be the worst part, having to deal with the aftermath of their emotional outbursts and what was happening. Vivian, however, felt nothing as she walked. The cold wind was biting through her, and she could sense that rain was coming nearby, mainly due to the odd twinge in the air that she’d learned to avoid having a delicate instrument with her at all times. Yet now she walked through the streets alone, each step pressing