Friday, 15 March 2013
Healing Hands
If it were realistic to obtain any super power I would choose the ability to heal. I would use this on myself and my friends and family. I could heal people with cancer and even travel to developing nations to cure people suffering from world hunger. I would be able to heal suffering animals and make people with disabilities healthy. Allowing them the chance to live a full and happy healthy life. I believe everyone deserves a chance in life and if you arent completely healthy you dont have the same oportunity to be you. I would be a world renound hero and be idolized by all. I would receive great joy in life having the ability to help others in such a segnificant way. I could have saved people I love before they passed and get to have that time with them to really express how much I do care without the tragety of them passing. If I was to have this super power I would use it for all good and make any type of positive impact on this corrupted world I could.
Thursday, 28 February 2013
pinata party
my world is dark inside a pinata. there isnt much excitement in the life of a pinata. i am made and shipped to a store. i sit on the shelf until one day i am bought. i get brought home just to sit in patients for my death to arive. i am then stuffed with all you can imagine. candy, chocolate toys and much much more. once i am filled to the top with sweets i get hung from a tree like a ragdoll to swing. then i hear the counting. swing and a miss. im still in one peice. i get smashed with a bat time after time. each hit damaging my carboard body more and more. until that one last swing that bursts me open and i am left there in peices scatterd on the ground to be faught over. after all my insides have dissappeared off the grass and dirt my remains will be cleaned up. put in a bag and left to be picked up by the large smelly truck. i am dumped off in the landfill to rot. and that is my life in a story.
Monday, 2 January 2012
Live Life to the Fullest
His wife’s like was at stake After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile; Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he noticed his wife’s face go as white as a ghost, and he body curl into a small ball. Mitty then realized what was happening; his beloved wife was having a heart attack. Mitty now understood life is not all fun and games; his wife’s life was at stake. Mitty began to sweat bullets. Walter was scared out of his wits. The fear of losing his wife set in and he started to drive like a bat out of hell, rushing to get to the hospital. Nothing else mattered to Walter at that moment as if his love for his wife was blind and he was oblivious to the world around him. Walter knew that laughter is the best medicine, so he tried his best to make his wife’s mind fill with laughter. Walter felt his wife was worth her weight in gold because he loved her so much. As they arrived to the hospital Walter felt as if he was caught between a rock and a hard place because he had to decide between leaving to get help and staying with his wife. Luckily a nurse saw the fear in Walters eyes and rushed to get help. Walter could feel the burden of knowing this was a matter of life or death. As he watched his wife being rushed away on a stretcher he felt a sigh of relief overcome him because he knew she was in good hands. Today felt like the first day of the rest of Walter’s life. Walter knew life was too short and wanted to be sure of spending the rest of it to the fullest with his wife. Walter knew his wife had to fight for her life, and that’s exactly what she did. Walter and his wife were both as happy as a clam as they left the hospital knowing they were both safe, and ready to live life to the fullest.
On The Inside
Drip…
drip…
drip…
The echoing sound that filled the black room
I had no recollection of where I was, or how I had got there
The ground I lay on feels like saliva
Suddenly a loud ROAR shocks my ears like thunder
The darkness seemed to have life to it
I can feel the ground I lay rise and fall, like inhalation and exhalation
Drip…
drip…
drip…
I could feel a
slimy,
watery
like substance dripping from above
A horrendous smell filled my sinuses, the smell of decay
Suddenly the ground began to shake like an earthquake
Fear began to settle in and doubt filled my mind
My body felt numb as if I was experiencing hypothermia
Hypothermia was impossible
As the environment I was in felt humid and hot
A bitter taste of salty air filled my mouth like an ocean breeze
It loomed in front of me…
Almost like a light in a tunnel, an opening of brightness appeared in the distance
The light was framed with a razor sharp border, filled by a pink base
It was like the inside of an animal
And it then dawned on me where I was.
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Dearest St. Nick
Hello my dearest Santa Clause,
I want to inform you that I have been a very good girl this year. I am expecting a few things from you on your yearly route around our world. First off I would like a new copy of Eragon, because mine is falling apart. For it is my all time favorite novel, but you probably already knew that. I also love to play computer games, and in my spare time I enjoy drawing. I recently filled up my sketch book, and I would like a new one so I can carry on with my artwork. My future plan is to get a good paying job, so I can move out after graduation. I was wondering if you would agree to be a reference on my resume!?
Thank you ever so much Santy Clause.
From Anonymous
I want to inform you that I have been a very good girl this year. I am expecting a few things from you on your yearly route around our world. First off I would like a new copy of Eragon, because mine is falling apart. For it is my all time favorite novel, but you probably already knew that. I also love to play computer games, and in my spare time I enjoy drawing. I recently filled up my sketch book, and I would like a new one so I can carry on with my artwork. My future plan is to get a good paying job, so I can move out after graduation. I was wondering if you would agree to be a reference on my resume!?
Thank you ever so much Santy Clause.
From Anonymous
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Theme essay
In the movie the dead poet’s society Mr. Keating, the new English teacher tries to influence his students to think for themselves and to learn to shape their own life. Mr. Keating goes about this through a variety of ways that are not necessarily accepted by the school’s administration. Keating encourages the students to seize the day and to live for what they believe in. Throughout the movie the boys learn to overcome their biggest fears, some fall in love, and the story ends with an unexpected tragedy.
Knox Overstreet, though you would never suspect it from the beginning of the movie, is a romantic at heart. Throughout the movie Knox falls in love with a beautiful girl named Chris, after being introduced at a dinner party. Chris attends public school which makes is difficult for him to see her. Knox doesn’t let anything stand in his way of declaring his love for Chris. After barging into her class room and reading a poem to her she eventually agrees to see a play with Knox. Knox eventually learned that if you don’t give up on you dream it will come true.
People always say that the ones who appear to be the happiest are really falling apart on the inside. Neil Perry was always a good friend, a loving son and an all around caring person. Neil was always under a huge amount of pressure from his father to be a doctor and to live a successful life. Neil discovered his love for acting but was forbidden to do so by his father. After disobeying his father and acting the lead in the play, Neil’s father took him out of school and enrolled him in military school. That night, Perry went into his father’s cabinet and put a bullet into his heart, and killed himself. This was very unexpected by all, family and friends. Mr. Perry learned that he controlled Neil too much and didn’t allow him to be happy and live for himself, which lead to his death.
Todd Anderson was always shy, and had a fear of reading in front of people. Mr. Keating described him as feeling as if he thought everything about him was worthless. Todd was taught to overcome his fear of reading aloud from Mr. Keating. Todd lived his whole life afraid to speak up and feared of being judged for who he is. In the last scene of the movie when Mr. Keating is collecting his personals after being fired because he was accused for being responsible for Neil Perry's death. Todd illustrated the life lesson Mr. Keating taught him by standing on his desk and shouting "oh captain my captain." Todd did this to show respect for Mr. Keating because Todd knew he was not responsible for the death of Neil.
Mr. Keating shows the students in his class to stand up for what they believe in and to live for themselves. It is shown by example in the paragraphs above. Knox is a rugged teenage, who shows that inside of his rough exterior, is a romantic, caring person. Todd Anderson boldly accuses Mr. Perry for the death of Neal, yet he would have been shy and kept his mouth shut without Mr. Keating's contribution. The last example, has Todd being the most brave student in his class. This is shown when he is the first to stand up for Mr. Keating. This summarizes the benefits Mr. Keating had on the class.
Mr. Keating shows the students in his class to stand up for what they believe in and to live for themselves. It is shown by example in the paragraphs above. Knox is a rugged teenage, who shows that inside of his rough exterior, is a romantic, caring person. Todd Anderson boldly accuses Mr. Perry for the death of Neal, yet he would have been shy and kept his mouth shut without Mr. Keating's contribution. The last example, has Todd being the most brave student in his class. This is shown when he is the first to stand up for Mr. Keating. This summarizes the benefits Mr. Keating had on the class.
Thursday, 24 November 2011
How the Journey Ends
In the poem “Aging” written by Michelle Disser the author uses an extended metaphor to describe how “aging is a continual process.” Disser describes how time never slows down because “you are [even] older now than when you started reading this [paragraph].” Disser portrays the poem as “a panther stalking you” to illustrate how aging is never put on hold. As you age, the days, weeks, months and even years start to feel as if they are shorter-lived and Disser describes this feeling by comparing it to the panther “coming too quickly.” The last line of the poem is delivered very strongly in showing that when the panther “pounces”, that is where your journey ends. This is all proof in saying the theme of the poem is, always live life in the moment and not be afaid of growing old
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