An Essay On The Senses

An Essay On The Senses
The senses
Kellymae, was in fact, no normal girl. I guess you can say that she had some sort of "gift". However,
she didn't necessarily like this "gift", she was always picked on as a kid for it. Even by her aunts and
uncles, they always told her to knock it off, that 'it's not funny, stop with these childish games'. But
she knew these things weren't funny, heck, she didn't ask to be able to see them. If it was her choice,
she wouldn't ever want this– this stupid, stupid gift.
She first realized her sixth sense, as she called it, when she was five. Her guardian, who was her
aunt, let her play outside with some neighbors. Kellymae saw a little girl, about her age standing
behind a tree, peeking at them. She had long black hair that ... Show more content on
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" 'Miki'? That's such a cute name!" Kelly said excitedly, "It fits you well too! I have to go now, I'll
see you tomorrow Miki!"
She never got to though, her Aunt telling her she had to move in with another family, like she
always did. But moving wasn't the issue, the issue was that she never got to say bye to Miki, the
little girl in the pink sweater.
Kellymae moved out of her aunt's house that following night, and didn't get to see Miki or the others
again. Instead, she moved in with a childless couple into a whole different city. The couple was very
sweet and loving, unlike anything she got from her actual family. Kellymae was scared though, what
if they figured out she could see things ordinary people couldn't? Would they abandon her just like
the rest of her family? She decided from then on, she wouldn't let them know of her gift.
Now, as Kellymae enters her first year of high school, friends is a much more foreign word to her.
Seeming as she hasn't had one for so long, the only things that actually talked to her were the spirits,
though, she was irritated whenever they did. Speaking of spirits, there was one currently sitting on
her teacher's shoulder, like it belonged there.
She gave it an irritated look and sat in the back of the classroom, by the windows. The teacher
introduced herself to the class and then took roll. When calling out roll, Kellymae heard a familiar
name, like she
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Legend Of Lillianna
"Daddy it's you! It's really you? I love you with all of my heart!" A beautiful girl cried to a tiny,
colorful butterfly. Once upon time in the mystical location of Fiji, there was a young girl named
Lilianna. Lilianna was a talented girl with great creativity. She would imagine all sorts of different
lands she had never been to, and their people she hadn't met. From all the things that she
remembered about her past, she could never remember a summer where she wasn't alone. Summer
was her favorite time of year, and she was never greeted by anyone to spend it with. The true family
of this young girl had never been around in Lilianna's life. Poor Lilianna just traveled the
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Her father played a huge role in her life when she was just a small toddler. Her cared for her
immensely as if she was an expensive, polished diamond that he had just bought to propose to his
wife with. Lilianna remembered specifically that her father was apart of the national Fiji military
that was sent to fight off arriving pirates. She remembered with great recollection all the memorable
times she spent with her father as a toddler, playing in the mud and running around the house. They
used to have so much fun together until he went away. Lilianna had never met her mother, so here
father was the only person she ever knew. Her dad didn't want to leave her in order to go into the
military, but that was his only way of income. Her father left her behind, but he knew that she was
going to be able to survive on her own. All of a sudden, she made direct eye contact with the
butterfly. In a split second, the butterfly rested upon the young girl's shoulder. It was her father.
"Daddy it's you! It's really you? I love you with all of my heart!" A beautiful girl cried to a tiny,
colorful butterfly. "I'll never call you West again!" She laughed as tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
From that summer on, Lilianna was never alone. Her strong father figure was constantly by her side,
only in the form of a butterfly. Her father was always protecting her from that day forward. The
girl's life was not perfect, but she lived on to be the

Essay on Alfred Hitchcock's Control Of What We See in Rear...
Alfred Hitchcock's Control Of What We See in Rear Window Alfred Hitchcock controls what we
see in the film by firstly controlling what the camera shows, he adds small details to the film to
provide reasons for various events happening, he also uses each of the characters to convey a
message to the public, includes some short but effective shots of some of the characters to stir
certain feelings within the audience, uses light humour and sometimes uses only visual aids to show
people what is going on in the film. Hitchcock controls what we see in the film by using the camera
to show only what he wants us to see, and shows us the scenarios from the eyes of L.B Jeffries the
photographer, his ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The small gap which enables Jeffries to look at a small section of the main street is used so that
Jeffries sees various events (e.g Thorwald going and coming out of his flat with his suitcase at two
o'clock in the morning) and so that people can communicate with him (e.g Stella using hand
gestures to tell Jeffries that she didn't manage to catch up with the van) However Hitchcock has
used several details such as Jeffries camera, the gap and the distance from his flat to the gap to
disable from Jeffries communicating to anyone, and he can only be signalled to and has little control
over the situation. The Director has even inserted little details in the layout of the flat, such as the
stairs, which prohibit him from going out. In the film Jeffries is a magazine photographer (He broke
his leg by taking a photo of a moving racing car while standing right in front of it) this means that
he has equipment such as cameras that can zoom in. This is Hitchcock's way of showing the
audience only what he wants to. Jeffries only zooms in on Thorwald when Hitchcock wants to,
which means that he can gradually give the audience more and more clues regarding Thorwald and
his motives, which is how the majority of "whodunits" are written or produced.

My Dream Story
I woke again from the same dream that I have been having for weeks or months I don't remember
anymore.The dream was about two older people coming towards a young girl and taking her from
her bed while she was sleeping, they just took her, as they were taking her off the property she woke
up and started kicking and screaming. Then she says a bad man killed her. Than she would say both
of them were sick, very sick. It has been happening ever since we moved near Lidtke Mill. I went
out to go get the paper and the cover story was "Death at Lidtke Mill". I thought to myself "Who
was it? How did it happen?".
The rest of my family walked into the kitchen and sat down, mom and dad read the paper and
looked like they had just seen a ghost all through the cover story. We ate a almost peaceful breakfast
besides Scarlett singing Jack and Jill fell down a hill the WHOLE time, I don't know what is wrong
with her. Mama said that it was a little girl who died in the paper. Mama said she had been
kidnapped. Mama said by a bad man a very bad man. I asked Mama to tell me more about the little
girl and she said yes.
Mama started off saying "The little girl's name was Gretchen Keller, her and her family had just
moved near Lidtke Mill too. She was sleeping soundly in her nice warm bed, Her parents heard a
loud BANG, they ran to her room and when they got there she was gone and the room was a mess,
and her all of her clothes were gone. They looked all over the property because it was huge.

Eulogy For Emily
1. The daughter was beautiful and a happy baby. Emily was active, play, and full of life like the
other babies when she was young: She was a beautiful baby. The first and only one of our five that
was beautiful at birth. You do not guess how new and uneasy her tenancy........ She was a beautiful
baby. She blew shining bubbles of sound. She loved motion, loved light, loved color and music and
textures. She would lie on the floor in her blue overalls patting the surface so hard in ecstasy her
hands...... (292)
The praises and comments the mother talked about the baby proof to us the kind and the nature of
the baby she was. Joyfully and strongly was Emily when she was still a baby. However, the daughter
showed her talents, strength, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
As the story ends I think the mother loves her daughter. Being a young mother, she tried to look for
money in order to provide for the daughter. Though Emily was stressed and depressed the mother
was still thinking how to help her to come out of this. When the mother acknowledged her gifts and
pointed it out to Emily, at last, this made, Emily realized her talents. My response and understanding
of the final line in the story: "Only help her to know– help make it so there is cause for her to know–
that she is more than this dress on the ironing board, helpless before the iron" (298). Emily's mother
is reflecting on how she will make Emily understand that she loved her like the other children.
Eventually, in the early childhood, Emily missed the parental care because the mother had to leave
her and go to work. Therefore, the daughter thought and knew that the mother does not love or care
about. Thinking of this, the mother wants the daughter to realize that she has value than the dressing

Personal Narrative: I Am I M Disease
"If you look for the light you will often find it, but if you look for the dark. That is all you will ever
see."– Uncle Iroh from Avatar the Last Airbender. I am a dragon that spreads fire throughout the
world, leaves scars on family, and has always tried to be stopped. What am I? I'm disease.Flowers
with cards. IV's in a tangled ball. Crayon drawings of horses. Worksheets that aren't completed. 1st
grade was to hard for them.They thought, was this normal for any normal family starting to move
into a new town? Breath, sleep, awake, and repeat. MRI's and surgeries take a toll on your health.
Speak friend and enter. When a normal family like this one discovers a horrid conflict within their
own family everything goes dark. The television seems ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Her mom would read to her during sessions, and she would tell her what which colors combined
where what colors. Her answer to what is red and yellow together was Ketchup. Obviously.
A obstacle with battling Osteomyelitis is physical activity. She had a huge scar on my chest from
surgery, and her body took in a lot much radiation that year so she always was a step back when it
came to physical activity. The doctors told her mom to stay away from firefighter poles on the
playground, climbing equipment, and monkey bars because it would've stretched the scar she had.
That's why she still never go near these thing to this day. Also she got out of Physical Education for
a year. So she never did those things in first grade.
The girl had some troubles in school that year however. She would space out often, cry, be hungry
because often because she couldn't eat, and this was one of the hardest parts. Her parents were what
made this thing so difficult to look back on. The girl would go home after school everyday, and
everything would be absolutely fine. However when she went to school the kids thought the girl was
dieing, or remind her that she was terribly sick. It took a full year of antibiotics along with MRI's, ct
scans, and surgeries to make this go away. Although it made her into the person today, and 7 years
later they still don't know how she got this

I Run Away : A Short Story : Running Away
I ran away when I was ten years old. It was a small argument with my parents that provoked it. The
situation was contentious and furor. I wanted to have a sleepover with five girls from school, they
said that we couldn't fit five other girls in our apartment. I lashed out at them, throwing a full–
fledged tantrum, and then I left. Marched out of the door, ignoring their calls for me to come back.
My plan was to spend the night at my grandparents house and go back in the morning. It was a short
walk, only four blocks to my grandparents, but I didn't make it. On the second block the light was
about to turn red. I convinced myself I could make it and ran out into the middle of the street, only
to get struck by a car. Funny, I don't even remember dying. I don't remember what it felt like, or if I
saw God waiting for me. As soon as the car hit me, my eyes closed, only to be snapped open a few
seconds later. But I was no longer in the street, I was in my favorite park. I looked down to see my
wrinkled t–shirt and jeans had been replaced with a long, flowy white dress. I felt odd, almost
hollow. I broke out into a sprint, and ran in the direction of my house, but when I reached the front
gate of the park, I was thrown backwards by an invisible force. I hit the ground hard, and let out a
painful groan. I slowly got up, ignoring the pain in my side. I started to run out of the park when I
was thrown backwards again. I couldn't leave. Why couldn't I leave? Out of the corner of my eye I

Essay about A Home that I Can Point To
A Home that I Can Point To
We are moving once again. The new place is barely down the street, but we have to move again.
This is the fifth time in six years that I have moved from one apartment to another. Im glad we are
finally moving out of the old apartment, because the guy below us constantly banged on his ceiling
when I walked from one room to another. Its been awhile since I have had a place to call home, a
place I can grow fond of. I have hope that one day we will live in a house and not have to worry
about cranky neighbors or stairs to climb before I reach my front door.
As I read the short piece from Sandra Cisneross, The House On Mango Street, I began to appreciate
everything that I had in life. The story is narrated ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The inside of the apartment was nothing special. Brown carpeting and peered off tiles made it feel
dead. The loud noise of the freeway right next door vibrated our home from time to time and
prevented us from keeping our doors open. From our balcony view all you could see was the
freeway and the tag writing on the neighbors fences.
I knew this place was not the greatest, but it was better than what we previously had. My mother
always knew how to make the best of things, so she and my stepfather decided to refurbish the
entire apartment. The best part about it was that we did it with our very own hands. Everything was
perfect. The tiles by the door, kitchen, and dining room were white with a splash of peach and gray.
The granite stone on the kitchen counter top matched perfectly with the tiles. The carpet and
couches were replaced to make the place look brighter and full of life. The wood on the wall
touching only the living room was also replaced with glass to make the room look and feel larger
than it actually was. The rooms were nicely decorated with the same granite, tile, and carpet. My
room was full of dcor of all my childhood memories; stuffed animals, books, and school awards
were dispersed throughout the room. Though we only lived there for four years, I keep the
memories and love that home gave me deep in my heart.
At the time, I thought where I lived was awful. But now, seeing this little girl suffer with bricks
falling from her walls,

A Narrative Essay On A Fair
"What should we get on first when we get there?" asked Becky. "I don't know. How about we get on
the ferris wheel first, it looks super fun." said Lisa as they were riding in her mom's car on the way
to the fair. They were so excited to finally be able to go to the fair since last year they had to shut it
down early. "I wonder why they shut it down last year because it wasn't on the news. Everyone said
that it was because someone died." "Yes, that's exactly the reason it shut down, how did you not
know that?" Becky said. FInally they arrived at the fair and got out of the car. "Don't forget you
guys have about 6 hours here then meet me by the theater parking lot at 8:30. So have fun and watch
out for weirdos because you guys heard about what happened last year at the fair. Just be careful."
Lisa's mom said, "Don't do anything stupid," she said as she began to drive off. After that Becky and
Lisa went to go purchase their tickets for the fair. They began to get very excited as they were
walking closer and closer to the big rides, amazing smells of burritos and pizza, and people
screaming of joy. "Hurry up I want to get on the ferris wheel before the line gets super long. And we
have to get on the that one ride that spins diagonally. We have to do so many thing while we're here
so hurry up." Lisa exclaimed to Becky as she was tying her shoes. When she was finished they
walked fastly to the long line for the ferris wheel. Time seemed to go on forever while they were

Descriptive Essay On A Baby
I used to think that dolls were nothing except perfect little pieces of glass. I didn't really care for me
as much as my mother did, but soon enough...every look, every word, every sound started to run my
life.
It all started on September 11, 1962 on a sweet seemingly perfect day, there were no clouds to be
seen and I was sitting inside in my little black and gold chair that I got for my birthday. I would sit
in the chair and stare out the window waiting for my mama to get home. I sat there for at least for
ten minutes every day and then that is when mama would pull up in the driveway. I ran to the door
and stood there waiting for mama to walk through it. Mama opened the door and I ran straight
towards her and gave her the biggest hug I good.
"Hi, mama!" The little girl laughed
"Hey baby girl, mama got you a gift!" Mother smiled
"What is it mama?" The little girl giggled
"Close your eyes Rin." Mother whispered
I could hear mama grabbing something out of her bag and her heels on the hard wood floor walking
back towards me "click clack click clack".
"Okay, Baby girl open your eyes!" Mama Smiled
I opened my eyes and saw this cute doll that had a china face, porcelain skin, rosy cheeks, heart–
shaped lips, and big brown round eyes just like mine. I smiled and gave mama a bear hug this time.
"Thank you, mama!" Rin laughed
"Your welcome baby." Mama smiled
I went outside and started to play with my new doll. I named my doll Archer because she

Sweden's Alternate Ending
Sweden is sitting in a blue chair in his living room in Stockholm, he received the news from Iceland
well over an hour ago. Yet, he still can't make himself stand up. He just stares down at his hands and
lets out slow, shaky breathes. He is trying to figure out what has just happened. He never would
have been too surprised to find out a country has committed suicide, what will all the wars and
everything else, but Denmark? He couldn't even begin to think why. He–, he can't help but blame
himself. Sweden thinks of the past they shared and he wishes he could have changed it, he realizes
his hands are shaking slightly now, he is stumbling over his thoughts. That time, why is he thinking
of that? His heart beat increases rapidly, had to be back ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
His own fucking brother was dying inside all while keeping that stupid, stupid smile on his face. It
was their job to be there for each other and he failed Denmark. What kind of brother didn't notice
something as big as suicide clearly written on someone's face. Sweden doesn't deserve to call
himself Denmark's brother. He gets the sudden urge to rip his hair out or slam his head into the
counter, every single memory is playing in his head, every time he's screwed up, every fight
between him and Denmark, they are all playing and he can't make them stop. He slides down the
wall and slumps over, his head is in his hands, angry tears slid down his face, he knows it's his fault.
He is so stupid. 'Why did I just brush him off' he can't help but think and soon Denmark's last words
are playing over and over in his head, "Sweden, I just want you to know this is the last time I'm
calling," God, he was so stupid, how could he not understand that. Maybe, that was the reason he
couldn't grab the keys off the hook, he was suppose to grab them yesterday, the second after he
heard Denmark's words. He notices he is now fully crying, his cheeks have stream marks from the
tears, and his head throbs almost as loud as his heart

Summary Of ' The Unicorn ' By Dr. Wright
Jayna burst into the clearing on the back of the unicorn. Chaos recognized her immediately.
"You!"
Jayna demanded, "Let them go evil thing!"
She was a little disappointed her voice was back to normal, her goddess voice was much more
intimidating. Her heart thumped so hard with fear that she thought it would bruise her ribs.
"You 're the easiest of all," said the black thing in a voice she recognized. It was Dr. Wright 's.
Already Wright 's body was being deformed by the being that cohabited it, but when Jayna pulled
out her glowing sword, there was enough of him left that she recognized him. She shuddered when
she realized this would have been her fate if that thing was still inside of her. The thing extended its
hand in her direction and black tendrils rose up out of the ground and wrapped around the unicorn 's
legs. Then Jayna 's world faded away and she woke up in another.
Elmer was lost in the dark, he couldn 't keep up with Jayna and now Chaos had obscured his vision.
He had no choice now, he pulled his hat down over his third eye and headed back to the others.
Shaddrack saw his reflection in the glass shelf behind the counter, he was dismayed to see he was an
old man again. Older even than the man who had failed the first time around. There was nothing to
be done about it, old or not, he had to act quickly. The little girl named Julie Ann and her mother
would be coming through the door in less than a minute. Jefferies had his money and began to turn
his gun in

A Family Of Five Were The First Group Shot
A family of five were in the first group shot. A gray–haired elderly woman cradled a baby. The child
couldn't have been more than three months old. She was singing and tickling the little one to keep
her from crying. The baby cooed with delight. Everyone was standing around with tears in their
eyes.
A father holding the hand of his six–year–old spoke softly to him. The boy wept from fear. His
father stroked the boy's head and pointed to the skies. It was as though he was explaining something
to him. The machine guns opened up. They and others fell backward into the dry riverbed.
There was an elderly frail snow–white haired woman. Others helped her undress to the shouts of the
insurgent's to hurry up. Two young women helped carry her to her place in line in front of the
makeshift grave.
A young couple held each other tightly. Their wedding day was the following weekend. Looking
into each other's eyes, the man spoke tenderly to her. He told her about how their families had
arranged a nearby hotel for their honeymoon. Now they lay together in a cold, uncaring hollow in
the ground. About thirty people at a time they led to the slaughter.
When the little girl's turn, came. As she made her way to the pit, she saw a mound of bodies tightly
wedged together. In the distance, she heard screams from other people being killed a little way
away. The terrorists dragged their blood covered bodies over to the riverbed and dumped them in on
top of the others.
The girl's mother tried to

The Struggles I 've Had With My Name
The Struggles I've Had With My Name
I love my name. I haven't met one person in my whole life with the same name as mine. Just like
most of the kids from my religion, my name has a meaning that I can be proud of. My name,
Gurrose, means God's rose.
When I was born, my grandma and my dad wanted to name me Reea (some old indian actress I
think). My mom suggested the name Gurrose. My grandparents liked it, but they also had their pride
so they didn't let go of Reea. They ended up naming me Reea Gurrose Kaur Gahla (although Reea
was a part of my name, everyone called me Gurrose). Then, 3 years later, we came to Canada and
although my name was beautiful, a lot of people had trouble pronouncing it.
The first incident I remember regarding my ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The average little diva I would say. On the camp counselor's suggestion, I asked the girl if I could be
her friend. She said sure and introduced herself. Then she asked me what my name was.
At the time, I didn't know that people would pronounce it wrong so I told her that it was Gurrose. Of
course she didn't get it so I kept repeating it and trying to explain how to pronounce it.
At one point, she blurted out and laughed, "Gross? Your name is gross? That's disgusting!"
I didn't really think much of it and just shrugged it off. I knew that she wasn't actually trying to
make fun of me and that it was only pure childhood innocence. She never actually apologized about
it but I didn't expect her too. Even though I merely just shrugged it off, I think the comment did
afflict my confidence a little bit. It was like a piece of confidence stripped away and replaced by
self–consciousness. And that was only the beginning of it.
Kindergarten came a month later. I met my very first best friend there, Jenna. Sadly we lost touch
when I moved to Barrhaven. Anyway, my classmates were nice and didn't tease me or make a joke
about my name at all. However, they were still saying it wrong and I was aware of that. For
whatever reason I didn't attempt to correct them, I don't know, but I do know that it was taking away
my confidence little by little. I was becoming more reluctant to tell people my full name. Finally,
one day I decided to do something about

What Is A Story To Write A Short Story
"Momma look!" This little girl was standing on hill, the wind blowing her dress and hair in all
different directions. This was the perfect time to do what she loved; fly her kite. "Good job sweetie,"
the mom replied. Her mom was sitting a distance away under an umbrella to keep the wind out of
her face, holding a book. The girl twirled and danced with her diamond shaped kite flying high
above her head, she was in a state of pure happiness, thankful for something to do after the rainy
days. All of a sudden a giant gust of wind blew to hard for her seven year old hand to hold. Her kite
blew far across the rolling hills ahead of her. "Nooo!" She exclaimed in alarm. Her mom barley took
a glance at her daughter and kept her face buried in the book and her body faced away from her. The
little girl glanced around and didn't see anyone who might see her run after it. So she took off in her
bare feet, running towards the woods where she saw it fly. The little girl stopped at the beginning of
woods filled with thick trees and many leaves that had fallen to the ground sopping wet from all the
puddles. She took one step and then another. She got a bout a half a mile in when she could no
longer see the exit to this dense forest. It's like the trees moved so she couldn't see. The sky kept
getting darker the father she walked, silence filling the air. Not even the wind could get through.
Taking double takes as she looked for the kite. She saw a bright flash of blue and pink. It was

We All Fall Down And The Permission Of Marina Mcduff
We all fall down
(Inspired by true events. Used with the permission of Marina Mcduff.)
When Sarah's aunt told me this story I thought she was being silly. A long time ago Jane had a new
baby, a new house, and no husband. She was lucky when her sister Eloise offered to come stay with
her and help out, until her husband returned from working in Alberta. The sisters had almost
finished unpacking, but Eloise found one small box, labeled "for the baby," that sat alone in the dark
hallway.
"Jane, what's in here?" Eloise asked.
"I can't remember," Jane said, looking at the label. "Kate's got so much stuff. Open it, and have a
look."
Eloise got a knife and carefully sliced through the red packing tape, and lifted the box's lid. Inside
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"Jane did you put on one of the tapes?"
No one answered her.
Eloise figured Jane had already gone back to bed. She crept into the room, and looked around for
the tape player. The music had already stopped, but Eloise looked around the room anyway.
Kate looked like a cherub asleep in her cot. Black curls fanned her pillow, and Kate pursed her lips
together in a little frown.
"I know," said Eloise, stroking Kate's cheek with her finger. "It's cold, but we'll get that sorted."
Eloise pulled a blanket off a chair, and lovingly covered her niece with it. She then went back to her
own room, and promptly fell asleep.
The next morning Eloise sat with her sister, while Jane fed the baby pureed carrots. Kate resembled
a jack–o–lantern, her face was caked in orange and she was smiling naughtily.
"Jane, did you put on one of the tapes last night?" Eloise asked.
"No, why?"
"I thought I heard music last night."
"You must have been dreaming," smiled Jane. "I wish I slept that well."
"I must have been, I thought I heard a little girl singing."
"Well, I generally prefer more adult dreams, but I guess any good dream will do. I only get pockets
of sleep these days."
"It didn't feel like a good dream," Eloise said.
"Was the little girl trying to kill you?" Jane teased, wiping the baby's mouth with a cloth.
"No, but it sounded odd. Too pretty."
"Well at least the kid wasn't crying," Jane said.
"Yeah," Eloise said, biting her bottom lip.

Neverland Research Paper
In today's society, there is a persistent belief that children and adults are fundamentally different.
Society has placed a gap between both generations that is evident throughout movies and children's
literature. In J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan and L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables, binary
oppositions come into play regarding childhood and adulthood, specifically the difference in
imagination and reality. This binary opposition is expressed greatly among the characters in both
novels. The children are introduced as possessing a wide range of imagination, however as the novel
progress, as do their age, their imagination gradually diminishes to a more realistic view of life.
The adults focus on the reality of life, so much so, that they do ... Show more content on
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Since she is introduced in the novel as a young girl, she does not have many responsibilities and,
therefore, has time to reimagine her reality into something she desires. When Anne first arrives at
Green Gables she renames the avenue to the White Way of Delight, the lake to the Lake of Shining
Waters, and even her name to Cordelia, because these new names, according to her, give them
justice. "'Oh, I don't like that name, either. I shall call it–let me see–the Lake of Shining Waters. Yes,
that is the right name for it." (Montgomery 23) Anne also reimagines her religious belief to suit her
spiritual needs. When Marilla asked her to recite a prayer, Anne relied on her imagination alone to
create a prayer that will suit Marilla's prayer guidelines. Anne's version can be considered
untraditional because she imagines her prayers rather than memorizing them like Marilla did.
'Gracious heavenly Father, I thank Thee for the White Way of Delight and the Lake of Shining
Waters and Bonny and the Snow Queen. I'm really extremely grateful for them. And that's all the
blessings I can think of just now to thank thee for. As for the things I want, they're so numerous that
it would take a great deal of time to name them all so I will only mention the two most important.
Please let me stay at Green Gables; and please let me be good–looking when I grow

Lizzy Biography
Lizzy
When I was 12 I dreamed of becoming the world's best doctor, me Dr. Warren Price, the one man
who could save all of humanity from their own minds. Such things have been accomplished before,
not by me, of course but by Dr. Henry Cotton. He has always been one of my biggest inspirations
ever since I learned what a doctor was. I want to be just like him, do everything that he did but
better. Let me backtrack a little to let everything soak in. Back in 2010 I became the main doctor at a
small hospital in a little town named Geelong off the coast of Melbourne Victoria, Australia. This
particular hospital has always been known in the area as "The Crazy House".I personally like to
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Turning the light on and closing the door as I enter. Turning around I am faced with the same little
girl that I locked in a room alone for twelve years, only giving her the smallest portion for food to
just keep her alive. She looks me dead in the eyes with a look of pure evil written across her face. In
one hand she wields a knife that looks like it is from the kitchen portion of my room. In the other
she holds a heart that seems to still barely be beating. Shaking my head I back away to try and
escape but before I can make it to the door Lizzy lunges at me and before I realize it there is a knife
sticking out of my chest where my heart is. She start to slice my abdomen open, pulling out my
intestine right before my very eyes. Everything goes black as I face the fact that, the most perfect
patient I have ever had has been a lie. My final feeling is my heart being ripped out of my body still
beating in her blood covered little

Edward Snowden Research Paper
Edward Snowden: Villain or Hero? "You can't have 100% security and then also have 100% privacy
and zero inconvenience. Society had to make choices" said President Obama. It has become a given
in society that it is on the government's agenda to procure its nation's safety in exchange of the
privacy or freedom of the people. Edward Snowden, a paladin of social justice, has now come to
light with outstanding facts as for what specifically it is that the National Security Agency (NSA) is
able and willing to do for the country's sake. Snowden, a 29–year–old NSA ex–employee, worked
from Hawaii on his computer support for the recollection of data in bulk from the whole nation .
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official; and John Kiriakou, a former C.I.A. officer now serving a prison term . Reason why
Snowden had to flee before he made public what he had been doing and shared the information he
had. He argued that Hong Kong was a city of people who encouraged freedom of speech; he met
with lawyers and searched for solutions while in Hong Kong. Albert Ho, Jonathan Man, and Robert
Tibbo, a human rights lawyer; assembled as a team and aided him to fly out to Moscow after he
made public various important and top secret documents which he acquired while working for NSA
through Booz Allen Hamilton . With threats by the US Government, Russian President Putin alleged
that Edward Snowden had committed no crimes in Russian soil and was a free man. Although his
passport was revoked, the now fugitive Snowden was able to get refugee papers from Ecuador and
was attempting to cross into Russian soil from the airport . As the Hollywood plot unveiled, Julian
Assange, founder of WikiLeaks, took sides with Edward Snowden to help him find asylum. Assange
and his team have started negotiations with Icelandic and Ecuadorian governments for the political
asylum that Snowden pursues . Julian Assange himself lives under political asylum in the
Ecuadorian Embassy in London since mid–2012, explained that Snowden had contacted them for

A Short Story : The Story Of The Story?
Early in the morning, a little boy was playing in the sand. In the market, a little girl was running
around, slipping through people and pick pocketing them. They were both around the age of 9. The
girl was wearing a dirty white dress that went down to her ankles with no shoes on; her hair was
long and was a golden color like the sun. She sneaked out before anyone realized they were being
robbed and ran towards the beach. He did not see the girl who was coming up behind with a wooden
sword in her tiny hand.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" screamed the little girl who was charging at the boy with a wooden sword in her
hand.
"You shall not hurt my kingdom." the boy said and grabbed his own wooden sword; then the two
started a duel. The little girl tripped and fell backwards and the little boy pointed his sword at her.
"Do you surrender?" asked Killian.
"Never..." said the girl. Killian dramatically stabbed the girl.
"Why are you not in the market today?" said Killian as he helped the girl up and they picked the
swords up. She ran in front of him and showed him bag full of coins and jewelry.
"Wow...Felicity you got a lot." said Killian who started going through the bag and saw a pretty
necklace and gave it to her.
"You should wear it."
"Can you help me?" she pulled her hair away and smiled as Killian put it on. She turned around and
hugged him, but then they heard someone coming.
"KILLIAN! Where are you boy?!" yelled an older man.
"Who is that?" Felicity whispered scared.
"It's my papa. I'll be right back...Papa! I'm right here." Killian ran towards him. That was the last
time Felicity saw her friend... Felicity went back to were she lived which was a little shack on the
top of a hill.

"Papa? I am home...Papa? Papa!!" she saw her father lying on the dirt ground him laying in his own
pool of blood.
"No...Papa..." she cried and ran to get help.
~12 years later~
During the past 12 years, Felicity pick pocketed and worked at the tavern and it was a lot. She still
remembered Killian and always wore the necklace he gave her. She had grown in beauty and her
heart was pure but also shut off from any type of love because everyone abandoned her. It was a
normal night and she was cleaning up a table.
"Hey sugar...do you

A Short Story Of Janina Revealed: A Narrative Fiction
Janina laid on the ground, next to the corpse of a Wizard who was barely twenty. There was a small
bullet–hole in the stomach of the dead boy, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He
seemed small and vulnerable in death, with a puddle of dark blood beneath him. His clothes were
damp with his own blood, and the ends of his hair were slick with it. Janina could not be bothered to
move. Her left arm was bent at a position that seemed physically impossible, yet there it was. When
the guard broke it she had screamed, but now it throbbed, the pain as much a part of her as anything
else. She stared at the sky above her, for there was nothing else to look at. Janina had gazed at the
dead boy for an hour, but it had hurt more than arm. Corpses littered the field. After the magic left,
her soldiers had been slaughtered. With little weapons beyond their own abilities, they had been
defenseless. Janina also ignored the large gash across her stomach. She remembered its occurrence
vividly, though. It played over and over in her mind, overlapping her peaceful vision of the rising
sun. She had been pushing through the throes of warring people, desperate to reach that concrete
castle on the hill. The smell of blood had boiled in her nose, hot and steamy in the cold night, dark
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Her blood was mingling with that of the dead boy, and the stench of death curdled in her nose. The
sky was bleak, and the sun was too small, too small to light an entire world. The edge of the sky was
pink, the color of a peach, but it was still mostly filled with stars and a blue darker than the sea at
night. She had loved the sea at night, any sea. Her favorite was the Baltic, her beautiful sea. That
had been her home, Lithuania, and there had been her family. That had been the happiest years of
her life, with Mykolas, Linas, Nojus, and Saulé, her beautiful Saulé. There had been her mother, and
even her father and her

Michael Vey: Hunt For Jade Dragon
The title of this book I read is called Michael Vey: Hunt for Jade Dragon. The author of this book is
Richard Paul Evans. In this book the ElectroClan found out about little chinese girl who was
kidnapped by the Elgen and they had to rescue her. Later on, the ElectroClan were captured by
Elgen and had to make a quick escape. In the end, they had to save the Jade Dragon, which they did
in the end, and they had to send her to another country so, she would never be found. Ben moved
the Jade Dragon so the Elgen and ElectroClan wouldn't ever find where she lived.
The significant passage of this book happens when they were about to leave to Taiwan.
" 'I tell you this to prepare you. As you saw in Peru, you were not celebrated for liberating their ...
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Once you read one it's best to read the next so you can keep reading all of the great adventures and
rescuing they do. Additionally, I would also recommend to young teenagers about 13–15 who are
looking for a good book series to read. That way they would have books to read for a couple months
or so without stressing about finding a book. Finally, I would recommend this book to anyone who
has previously read any Percy Jackson books. This is because they are a little similar but different
when it comes to powers and adventures. That is who I would recommend this book too. I rate this
book a 10 because of the way it was written. Each page would have more and more details about
that part in the book. If they were in a cell, they would describe the cell. Another thing i really liked
about this book is how intriguing it was. When I reading one page it was so interesting I would want
to read the next on,then the next one, then the next one, then the I flipped the last page. The book
was so good i finished it in two days. This is why I would definitely rate this book a

Descriptive Essay
Seeking Santa a spot near the radiator, behind the chair,my hiding place each Christmas Eve,in my
dreams is always there.with twinkling lights reflecting off the icicles,so many, the star that shone so
bright ontop, the gifts beneath, aplenty.I 'd sit there waiting, eager to see, the jollyold elf who
seemed to know me, no movewould I make, not a peep nor a soundin case Santa came and I would
be found.quiet and warm and tucked in tight, I 'dwait there alone in the dark on that night,sure I
would see him, and he 'd not see me,but not once in my life was that ever to be.For I 'd just blink my
eyes and open to see theChristmas sunrise was waiting for me.the cookies all eaten, the milk gone as
well,like my hopes of a story that I 'd never tell,of the time I saw Santa, saw him comewatched him
go, and the secret ofChristmas that I finally know... (America rushes to get out of 2010. Can you
blame them?) It began with a simple pre–Christmas TV interview. And after the smoke finally
cleared in America, Congress had locked itself in the bathroom, Homeland Security had outlawed
Boy Scouts as carry–on luggage, Santa was in custody, and cranberries had stormed the Vatican. It
was just intended to be a fluff piece: a slow–news–day slot–filler bunged together by the ratings–
challenged NABCBS network. NABCBS news anchor, the perky and engaging Cokie "Geraldo"
Stoppinhalfabolus, was interviewing the head of all US Intelligence, a nearly inert fellow bearing
the high–salary title of DNI

Sparkly Tutu Essay
A Girl in a Sparkly Tutu "When I grow up I am going to be a ballerina, truck driver, who rides a
motorcycle," shouted the small girl in a bright pink tutu under the scorching lights at her
Kindergarten graduation. I was this small girl and I have always been the child who wanted to break
away from the pack and be different from everyone else. I may no longer want to be a ballerina, for
I realized my hatred for itchy tights, or a truck driver, I am unable to sit for that long, but I still seem
to dream big and stand out. To this day I still keep that little girl who dreamed big and loves a
sparkly tutu inside me. It seems I have found that the way to stand out from others is to be the leader
that they can follow. I have always been a people person and seem to feed off of other's ideas and
needs. It is the people that I meet in my job, clubs, and activities, that make me long for more in my
life and to help them find more in their own. People tell me that you can always tell when I am
happy because I am bouncing around, like a bunny on to much caffine, and trying to make everyone
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Psychology is for someone who cares about those around them, is willing to help people through
hard times, and has a hunger and curiosity for what is happening in others minds. It is like finding
someone curled up in a blanket and slowly having to unwrap them to find out who they truly are and
if you are lucky you get to stay there with them so they have someone to lean on. I would love to
help someone unwrap from their blanket and let people in and to help them because in return for
letting them lean on you, you are able to lean on them. Psychology will give me the tools that I will
need to make my mission of having a difference in the lives of everyone I meet and will allow me to
unwrap those burritoed in

Creative Story : A Short Story
One day this little girl was at school and school ended in about 10 minutes so she just sat there and
drawn for 10 minutes. So after the bell rang she ran outside for her parents but her parents weren't
there and neither was her best friend's parents were there either. So the little girl and her friend just
sat there and talked for about 15 minutes for their parents to come. So while they were talking her
friend brought up the little girl going to her house when her parents got there.
So there parents got there finally and the little girl asked her parents "can I go to my best friend's
house". Her parents said "no". Then the little girl was going to ask why but she knew that they were
going to say "because I said so now stop asking". So she just sat in the back seat and she shut her
mouth. So when she got home she marched to her room and slammed her door. She started to cry
and she got angry because she could not go to her friends and she has never been to her friends ever.
So first the little girl lies to her parents and says she is studying but she locks her door. Next the
little girl sneaks out of her house. Then the little girl tracks herself in the snow. Then her parents
follow her tracks. Her parents figured out that she is at her friends house. Last her parents pound on
the front door.
So they bestfriends parents open the door and they see the mad look on the little girls face. The best
friends parents call the little girl and the little girl came and

Creative Story : A Short Story
As i'm looking at this body lying in the road I wonder to myself who this guy might be and what
happened to him. I'm going to get to the bottom of this case. I take a look at the contents of stuff in
his pocket and see if I can figure anything at by just looking at his things. I decide to head into town
that is nearby and see if he is from there. While the drive to town was quiet the town was as any
other town would be, noisy and busy. I stop at the nearest bar that I can find. I go inside and see if I
can find anything out about our dead man. The bartender who I speak to tells me her name is sara, I
show her the picture of the man. She says that's Rick Prattz, he comes in every tuesday and plays
pool with a few other guys that come here every tuesday. I now know what those quarters in his
pocket were from. She also mentioned that he was a very well known guy in this town, everyone
seemed to like him. I ask if she might know his address and she writes it down, and i leave. I drive
around the town until i come up on his house. I start to walk up the driveway and stop and thinks to
myself about how i'm going to get inside. Then it hits me, I have the key that was in his pocket. I
keep walking and when I get to the front door I try the key on the door and to my liking it worked. I
walked in and started looking around for any clues why he might have been found in the road dead.
There are tons of pictures of him and the same girl found in the picture he had in his pocket. I

Azazel Short Story
Ch.1
In a small village, far far way from here. There was a little girl named Azazel, who was going
through the worst hair day you could ever imagine. As she brushes and brushes her hair more and
more gets caught and tangled in her brush. So she flings it out her window in anger.
"Azazel, your mother grows weaker by the day, come say goodbye for I fear this is the end."
Her father says as he walks into the room and stands behind her
"Yikes. That's some head of hair you have there, you had better fix that before you go outside."
He continued as Azazel continued to fiddle with the tangle of hair on her cowlicked head. She goes
to visit her mother down the hall for what is supposedly the final time. Ch.2
Azazel's mother lays in her sick bed, dying from makeup poisoning. Azazel rushed to her mother
side. When her mother spotted the mess of her child her eyes widened in surprise,
"My child, my dear precious Azazel. You're such a mess. I have something that will help you, oh
dear... but it will be quite a quest."
The mother states wearily,
"Oh please mommy I'll do anything to look better on your last look of me."
Azazel exclaims excitedly at the prospect of taming her hair for her mother's final breath.
"Very well, you need to find the diamond hair tie, the silver hair spray, and the golden bobby pins.
Find the wise woman in the forest of fears to get the bobby pins, she will tell you where to go next."
As the mother spoke she became more and more tired,
"Now go, go before I fall

An Ordinary Day Of Art : An Ordinary Day With Art
One ordinary day, with art
Mrs. Johnson awoke on a beautiful morning. She then looked out her apartment window she then
recognized that some birds were flying outside her apartment window she also observed that the sun
was up. She then decided to get up and get ready to go. She suddenly got up and started getting
ready for her day. Before long she rushed out the door, and started walking downtown.
Mrs. Johnson approached an art department. She then decided that she wanted to make her day
extraordinary, so she went into the art department and got some art supplies. She then continued on
her way downtown when she walked past a beautiful small park with a family walking around.
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The little girl's mom said "that looks so good, sorry for freaking out it's just that i was a little scared
that you were doing something weird to my daughter"
Mrs.Johnson said "oh it's fine don't worry about it, but i've got to get going have a fantastic day.
Mrs. Johnson then continued downtown when she saw this old guy walking and it looked like he
was really sad so she then just walked up to him and said "how are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm just late, and i can't afford to lose my job"
Mrs. Johnson then said "well how about I just pay you for you salary today and then you don't have
to worry about it"
He said "that would be awesome but I don't want you to have to waste your money"
Mrs. Johnson said " no please just take the money I only ask one thing in favor"
"What" said the man
" let me draw a picture of you" said Mrs. Johnson
The man said "okay, go ahead"
She then started drawing and just a few minutes later she was done and he handed him the drawing.
The man then said "thank you for everything, but don't you want to keep the drawing"
Mrs. Johnson with a weird look on her face then said " No why would I? I never keep any of the
drawings I do, I have always given them away. I use my art to make people happy"
Suddenly the man just smiled and walked away.
Mrs. Johnson then continued downtown to a little cake shop on the corner of the street, she went in
and got her and her husband a

Analysis Of The Story ' The Little Girl '
Cynthia was born on October 28, 1998: she has one older brother, afterwards a younger brother, and
then a sister came along. One may say the little girl was lucky to be born to two parents who loved
her very much to the point she was spoiled with endless gifts. The little girl was a gift from the
heavens, her parents thought since she inherited their traits and did not have the typical Mexican,
India looks. She had smooth porcelain white skin with pink blush on her cheeks, she had the most
beautiful thickest and darkest hair, her eyes were big and round they were chocolate brown. Her
eyelashes were naturally curly and black. Even the name place on her, Cynthia, meant the goddess
of the moon, it was as though the name was placed on her by faith. One may say this little girl was a
beautiful, gorgeous doll because she was treated like one. Her parents dressed her with the most
beautiful dresses and at a young age she learned how to walk in heels. Everyone would stop and
stare at this little girl to compliment her beauty, she even received modeling jobs. She was treated as
a Purépecha princess in which Purépecha was an empire that was the rival of the Aztecs in
Michocan, Mexico. As the little girl grew older and began to understand more things, she realized
soon enough, that everyone liked her for her appearance not for who she is. But, she also loved and
adored the attention she was getting from everyone, so she played the part of the doll. As a result,
when the little girl

Pope County Fair Essay
Pope County Fair Every year in Pope County, Arkansas there is a fair. This fair is located at 517
South Knoxville Russellville, Arkansas. The fair started in 1941, and it has been a summer tradition
for seventy–five years. The fair has animal shows, 4H demonstrations, horticulture displays, games,
rides, arts, crafts, food, commercial vendors, and even live music. The Pope County Fair Pageant is
held during the Pope County Fair. The 2016 Pope County Fair Pageant was located at the Atkins
High School Auditorium. There are several different divisions and age groups. The Little Miss and
Mister pageants are held for any resident wishing to attend in the state of Arkansas. The age division
for the female contestants are 0–18 months, 19–35, 3–4, 5–6, 7–9, and 10–12 years. The boys' ...
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They have had several successful musicians come to the fair to preform. John Michael Montgomery
performed this year at the fair. He was on the Billboard Hot 100 for his singles. Typsy Gypsy also
preformed at the fair. "Some Guy Named Robb" also performed, he is a singer–songwriter
performer native to Arkansas and Colorado. My best friend met John Michael Montgomery at the
Pope County Fair. Everyone knows the only reason people go to the fair is to ride the rides. The fair
has several rides, including the famous Ferris Wheel. They have recently added a new ride, titled the
Screamer. I personally know someone who rode the Screamer, and passed out. My friends and I go
to the fair every year to ride the amusement rides. They also have rides for children, who cannot
reach the height limit. They have games you can play at the fair. They have darts, ring toss, duck
game, and things of that nature. They have prizes you can receive upon winning. The size of the
prize depends on how well you did on the game. I have won the biggest prize of all before, the large
stuffed penguin. I won this stuffed penguin playing darts. Every game has different prices and

Barrio Boy Analysis
Introduction What drives people to undertake a mission, well people are crazy sometimes, they
drive themselves to do things so they can make them and their family happy. They all do different
things to make themselves believe that they can do it and, they are all determined to get the things
they want. Ernesto Galarza, Farah Ahmedi, and Billy Coleman all drive their determination to the
things they need as well. As an example Farah wants her and her mom to be safe so they travel up
the mountain and Farah is determined to get through the mountains to get to her safety. Even though
she has a prosthetic leg and her mother has asthma they still makes it across.
Barrio Boy First, Barrio Boy is about a kid named Ernesto Galarza. Ernesto goes through a lot of
things such as, learning how to speak english and overcoming his fear of tall teachers. " Children",
Miss Ryan said, "Ernesto has learned how to pronounce butterfly." " And I proved it with a perfect
imitation of Miss Ryan." " Over the weeks Miss Ryan overcame my fears of tall teachers." He now
knows a bunch of english and is happy about that so he now can know what people are saying in
English and not just Spanish.
The Other Side Of The Sky Next, The Other Side Of The Sky is about a girl named Farah Ahmedi.
Farah Ahmedi was in second grade and she was taking a shortcut through the field to school and had
gotten blown up by a landmine. She blew her leg off and had to get a prosthetic leg. She and

Alaska Team Support
Alaska Team Support
This year I was involved in numerous activities in support of the Booz Allen in Alaska. My three
primary areas of involvement were in the Junior Achievement program, the Air Force Airman
Financial Literacy program and in support of the Joint Base Elmendorf Richardson Wounded
Warrior rodeo. In addition to this, I also participated in the local Fun Times activities with the rest of
the Booz Allen team in Alaska.
I volunteered as a mentor and presenter to a local high school with Junior Achievement. I combined
my academic, military and business background in a program for high school to motivate and
encourage excellence in accordance with this program which focuses on developing leadership in
business amongst our youth.
I was also asked again this year to participate in the Air Force's financial literacy program. It is very
rewarding to see Air Force members who return to the program and share their stories of how they
have put the lessons they learned in the program to you. Majority of the participants in the program
or new each year, but the dramatic stories from the returning students motivate the new members
and help them realize that financial success can be achieved with proper discipline any knowledge
of simple financial skills.
The Wounded Warrior rodeo was another huge success this year and raise money for a very
worthwhile effort. It was a pleasure to once again participate in this annual event which raises funds
for a good cause.
The Alaska team,

Difference Between Teenagers And Teenagers
A group of teenage girls huddled around a table sipping drinks at the newly opened cafe StarBugs
Coffee. They excitedly chatted about the new game released by their favorite game developer
[Blank].
Teenager D: "Ne~ have you played [Blank]–sama's new game?"
Teenager B: "Yes it was so cute! It made my heart go doki~ doki~!"
Teenager C: "I hope I can meet [Blank]–sama at least once in my lifetime!"
Teenager A snorted in contempt,"Ha! How can commoners like us ever meet [Blank]–sama?! Not
even his most trusted staff have seen his face! We are unworthy to even clean his shoes!"
Teenager D: "He really is that dazzling, huh? Sigh~ If I can just get his autograph and meet him just
once in my life, I can die happy!"
One of the teenage girls looked at their watch and jumped up in surprise when she saw what the
time was.
" Wah~! Look at the time it's time for me to go to work! Bye, pay for me please! I'll make sure to
pay you back later!" She picked up her bags and left in a hurry.
Teenager A: "Whatever,she better pay up. We can continue our conversation without her anyways.
So as I was saying...."
They continued to talk animatedly until Teenager B noticed a customer sitting a few seats in front of
them.
"Oh my goodness! Look at that cute loli sitting there sipping tea! She is so cute and delicate! I just
want to kidnap her and take her to my house!"Teenager B squealed excitedly.
The girls simultaneously turned around to look at where Teenager B was pointing. What they saw
made

Farewell, My Darling Lua
–Lua– Prologue ––– Lua, my dear Lua. I wish I could be here with you now, but you will never see
me again. Do you remember the bad–men I told you about? Once you have read this letter, they will
have killed me. Please cherish this letter but, sadly, you will not remember me. Take this tablet, and
keep it safe. Make sure no one ever finds it. I love you, my darling son. Farewell. I will be watching
over you, always. – Mother LUA Chapter One LUA. MOTHER HAD given that name to him.
When all others would call him by another, he still remembered Lua. Kanalorla, that was the name
given to him, wasn't it? That was his name. Prince Kanalorla of Cadirawyn. Lua sat hugging one
knee to his chest as he passed the small, bronze tablet between his slender fingers. He stared intently
at the intricate designs that circled the edges of the rounded disk. He wondered what each symbol
meant. They were all different and all beautiful. Some looked like a raging fire, consuming
everything in its path; while some looked like a gentle breeze, delicately drifting through the air. He
could never fathom the meaning of this pointless slice of metal. The small boy held an age–worn
paper between his fingers of his other hand. This paper held the letter from a woman he knew only
as Mother. Whether or not this stranger was in fact his real mother, he did not know. No one seemed
to know who his mother was. Not even his half–sister, Dirala, knew the birthmother of her half–
brother. Someone had once

My Reflection On My Vision
Four A.M. My vision begins to reoccur, in a daze, I glance at my watch and it's four– o'three A.M.
"Oh no, no, no. It can't be that late already." Shaking my friends I yell, " It's 4 in the morning! We
have to go and get home before my mom waking up or I will be grounded for the rest of the
summer!" They barely comprehend that, so I grab each one of them by their wrist and drag them to
where I find Frank. Frank agrees that he will find a ride and that he will take care of Circe. Sprinting
to the care in a haze, dragging my drunken friends beside me. I shove them each into their seats not
even worrying about buckling them. Sliding my drunken self into the driver 's seat. I take a deep
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Blood is dripping my head or is it my nose, as this point, I don't care. The sun is coming over the
horizon and what little I can see all I do see blood everywhere, thank gosh I decided to buckle. I
look over to where my best friend was but she's not there, an unrecognizable person is sitting upside
down in her place. I begin to sob at the sight of Ana, her face has a thousand cuts from glass and
trees, blood pouring from each cut, a stick is the front of launched in her neck and comes out the
back. I glance and shriek, the only thing left from my friends is blood and a hand that appears to be
Claire's. The flames roar closer and closer, sirens and blue and red light come from the distance. I
unbuckle myself and wobble out of the car. I stare into the distance where I see parts of my friends
who had fallen out of the car. I fall down and scream. My friends are dead because of me. I crawl
over to an area where shards of glass lay and I slit my wrist, in the process blood pours out of each
cut I make. Ambulances, fire trucks and police car whirl around the corner as soon as they arrive. I
continue to slash my arm until a medic grabs me and yells, "Stop that, you're a survivor!" Others
follow him, placing me onto a stretcher the carry me to the ambulance. The firefighters take the
water hose to tame the flames from the car. My eyelids become heavy and I close the so I can join
my

My Best Friend
I knew something was wrong the summer my best friend walked through me. Katie was like any
other normal eight year old. She loved princesses, castles, and had an imagination like I had never
experienced. Katie and I had been friends since she was two years old and had always been
inseparable. Everywhere Katie went, I went. Our friendship was one of perfection, filled with
elegant tea parties, heroic missions, and sleepy bedtime ballads. Katie was my everything and I was
hers, at least until that day on the playground. It was a hot summer day in the middle of July and
Katie's nana said that it would do us all some good if we went down to the neighborhood park and
get some fresh air. Of course Katie and I were super excited, going to the park meant that we could
play on the big playground equipment. We all got into the car and after Katie was all buckled up in
her car seat, off we drove to the park. On the way there, Katie and I started talking about all the
things we wanted to play when we got to the park.
"I can't wait 'till we get there and we can play pirates. You be the first mate and I'll be the Captain",
Katie said jumping up and down in her car seat.
"Aargh", I said as I put my hand over my eye making a pirate eye patch.
Katie squealed with laughter which I had found was quite contagious, so I too started to laugh.
Once we pulled up to the park, Katie's nana opened the door and helped Katie out. I guess Katie's
nana forgot that I was in the car too because she

Symbolism In The Lost Thing By Shaun Tan
Within Shaun Tan's picture books 'The Red Tree' and 'The Lost Thing', surrealism is utilised to
deliver the themes of hope and rejection. Visual techniques and extended metaphors aid in the
transmission of these themes. Symbolism, colour, positioning, drawing styles, and cultural
referencing are techniques used to convey the messages. Tan utilises these techniques to help the
reader realise, and interpret, for themselves the overarching messages within in the picture books.
Throughout Shaun Tans surrealist picture books 'The Lost Thing' and 'The Red Tree' the overarching
theme of hope is explored. Both books implement symbolism and positioning to reveal the extended
metaphor of hope. In 'The Red Tree' Tan uses the symbol of a red leaf on every page to represent
hope, similarly, 'The Lost Thing' has the symbol of a white, curvy arrow on almost every page to
also symbolise hope. Tan uses the red leaf as a metaphor to the reader that hope is always present,
even if sometimes the person cannot see it at that moment. This is represented in the 'nobody
understands' picture where the little girl is seen in a glass bottle with a diving helmet on, the red leaf
is positioned behind her and she cannot see it; Tan also makes the leaf a darker tone so it blends in
with the background, further emphasising the notion of hope not always being noticeable.
Correspondingly, in 'The Lost Thing' the symbol of the white arrow is found on almost every page,
however, the protagonists do not

Paradise Lost Frankenstein Analysis
The creature reads several texts at the start of Chapter 15. What does he learn from Paradise Lost
and what does he understand about himself? Support your answer with evidence from the text.
The creature learns that he is wretched, helpless, and alone. He understands that he is similar to
Adam. "Like Adam, I was apparently united by no link to any other being in existence." (Shelley,
118)
Why does the creature claim that Satan was better off than him?
The creature claims that Satan was better off than him because Satan had fellow devils and admirers
while the creature does not.
What does the creature decide he will do with the family in the cottage? Why does he think that he
will be successful? Support your answer with evidence from the text.
The creature decided that he will meet De Lacey when others are not around. He believes that he
will be successful because De Lacey is blind and won't react the same as others. "I revolved many
projects, but that on which I finally fixed was to enter the dwelling when the blind old man should
be alone." (Shelley, 121)
How does the creature's meeting with De Lacey turn out? How do Felix and Agatha react to the
creature, and why do you think the creature responds to them the way he does?
The creature's meeting with De Lace turned out well. Felix reacted by attacking him and Agatha
fainted. The creature reacts by leaving the cottage because he respects the family.
What does the De Lacey family do after their encounter with the

Evaluation Of A Performance Management System
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A PERFORMANCE MANAGEMENT SYSTEM
1
A
Performance Management System
:
A Closer Look at Current Models and the Elements of a Performance Management System
C
urrent
P
erformance
M
odels
In this section, t hree current models of performance management are summarized in different
companies and the results from each of these models demonstrates the relationship between a
performance management model and busine ss longevity. The se models differ in their theories and
methods but have all been similarly effective to producing high levels of employee performance .
In o ne type of performance management model that has been implemented and effective at
General Electric is a method that has been used by many companies today called top ... Show more
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Companies like App le, Google, and Statoil use a 360
–
degree model for collecting valuable information in further training and learning as part of a
performance management system (Chelniciuc, 2013).
This particular mod el provides an essential examination of an individual worker
's
performance through observations and interactions between an employee and associates , executives
and subordinates (Linman, n.d.).
In
Running head:
A PERFORMANCE MANAGEMENT SYSTEM
2
Linman
's
(n.d.) summary article, it was found that these observations positively contribute d to a sharper and

more effectively designed training and contro l program that produce s organizational improvements
.
The third model comes from the Booz Allen Hamilton manage ment and consultancy firm, an
advance d and contemporary performance management model that is today implemented across
various companies and financial institutions
.
In t he Booz Allen performance management model
,
"it includes human resource components that are designed to create an integrated system to ensure
that high levels of employee performance aligns with organizational goals
.
" (Booz Allen, n.d.).
A
summary review of the Booz Allen performance management model has found that performance
capability gains come from worker productivity and from the technicalities in which to develop the
high standards of performance and output of workers as a strategic part of management's intention
to fulfill

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