Persuasive Essay About Eulogy

Persuasive Essay About Eulogy
Carolina, Its 0010 on Thursday morning, September 28, 2017. I can't sleep. Not sure when ill finish
this but I'm starting now. I've been thinking about you and all the things I want to talk to you about.
They won't all come out here. I figured I would write down what I want to tell you, just in case we
don't find the time to get together. The things I want to tell you in my opinion are very positive and
constructive to continuing a relationship between us for the future. A friendship is a relationship too
so don't jump to conclusions yet. Some of these might be tough questions for you to answer and if
you're not ready to answer them then that's ok but it would help me immensely if you can shed any
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The only commitment I would like is for you to not ignore your feelings for me or at the very least,
me in general. I would much rather us carry these feelings forward because I feel like if we ignore
them now we won't get another chance and that would hurt more. But if you feel like that's not
possible then I will accept that and we can still be friends. I'm not trying to burden you, I want to
help carry your burdens. I'm one of the most laid–back guys you will meet. I'm extremely
understanding, I'm a great listener and I think I can give some overall badass advice. I can also be
extremely serious especially when it comes to something I care deeply for or kicking your ass in
pool, bowling, shuffleboard, FIFA, the list goes on. I haven't quite let you in either. There are a lot of
things you don't know about me too. I've been through depression though I always told myself I
wasn't depressed and I would get through it. I eventually did and even though I'm still striving to
find my true happiness and true calling I'm in such a better place than I was during those years.
During that time, I was a piece of shit. I escaped the reality of the situation I was in through drugs,
alcohol, partying and doing useless stuff to pass the time. I lied to my parents and friends about
many things. I told them everything was fine and it wasn't. I wanted to be independent and figure
that shit out on my
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An Experience In My Life
Have you ever had a that one experience that open your eyes, an experience unlike any of your other
experiences, an experience that you will never forget till you die ? Well it happened to me, and it
changed my life forever. I'm just a normal boy from Washington, pretty average I would say, there's
nothing important about me, nothing special. I don't really have friends so if I do die early I won't be
missed that much. I'm a senior and I'm supposed to sign up for colleges like everybody else, but not
me, because I really don't know what to do with my life. I was walking home from school it was just
a five minute walk. But it still tires me out because of all the books I have in my backpack. I finally
reached our street, it's just the usual nothing new, Ms. Gomez walking her dog, The Jacksons still as
noisy as ever that even though they're inside their house you can still hear them playing their music
loudly, and then there is our house.While opening the door, I almost step on something, it was a
pocket watch. Now why would a pocket watch be here? I also had no clue. I entered a different
place, which is clearly not my house, I was outside of a city. I was speechless, for I have never seen
anything like this in my entire life. There were green buildings as tall as the heavens that it could
actually reach the palace on top of Mount Olympus, A great wall that is the city entrance, embedded
with jewels so sparkly it would make Hermes want to steal them, and a real golden sun

Analysis Of The Book ' Carrol '
"Carrol, is the casserole done yet? I'm starving. I haven't eaten since 5:30." "It's 5:45 now," said
Carrol. She bent down and gave a small piece of chicken to their cat, Lucky.
"Exactly," said Ben through his wrinkly cracked lips, "I still haven't filled up my second stomach
yet," earning a grin from gray–haired Carrol, across the kitchen, leaning on the counter.
Carrol smiled and replied, "We still have Alice to wait on. Oh, I'm so excited. We haven't seen her in
so long."
She was interrupted by the loud chime of the doorbell. Ben leaned on his cane to stand up, and
slowly made his way to the windowless front door. Once he opened the door, Carrol heard the small
chatter of Ben and her daughter, Alice. As she took the casserole out of the oven, she heard Ben
invite her into the kitchen in his deep gruff voice.
There stood rosy–cheeked Alice, with her curly blonde hair and bundled in her gray sweaters and
trench coat. Behind her stood a small, thin boy with a sniffling, red nose and wireframe glasses. He
carried a small black duffel bag on his shoulder, and wore a mud–green coat.
"Mom, it's so great to see you!" exclaimed Alice.
"Alice, you as well. Ah, who is this?" Carrol said, looking back at the boy.
"Oh," said Alice in her cheerful voice, "This is Ethan."
He held out a gloved hand, and introduced himself, "Pleasure to meet you," he said through a
congested, nasally voice. Carrol shook his hand as Ethan sniffed the kitchen air. "What is that I
smell?" he said.

Short Story: Moving Away
I picked up my heavy bag, intending to throw it over my shoulders but someone grabbed it from me
before I could. I twirled around, intending to kick the thief before he could break through but he
stopped me with ease. "It's exactly as I've heard from Mom. You really did take karate lessons." He
said with a grin. "But don't think you can surpass the person who received 3rd place twice in a
karate tournament." "Itsuki–nii!" I snatched my bag back from him. "Humph, it's not like you got
first and not to mention that was more than ten years ago." "Ouch. How cruel." He then smiled at
me, welcoming back home. "You could at least let me..." He glanced at the person behind me,
stopping in the middle of his sentence. "...Carry your bag." "This is the person I told you about over
the phone. His name is Tamaki, everyone calls him Tama." I said, stepping aside so they can greet
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I ignored his comment as we climbed into his car. "How is Yui doing? She's about eight months
pregnant, right?" They finally married about a year ago, but I wasn't able to make the wedding due
to school and work. At least, that's what I told them at that time. "Yeah, she'll be due soon." He
glanced at me from the side. "I heard the reason you took karate lessons was because of school?" I
sighed. "Well, it was something like that. You know, a new school and everything." "I

How To Kill Leather-Personal Narrative
Death's P.O.V.
I finally received payment for killing Leather, little did they know she was with Devils Company. It
took awhile for them to get the confirmation they needed. Who ever Leather called did a good job at
fooling them, I don't know what she has done for there to be a three million dollar bounty on her
head, but it has to be pretty bad. I need to find out, it's driving me crazy.
Leather is nothing like what I thought she would be. The woman is beautiful, smart, spunky and a
mean streak in her that I absolutely love. When she fought mom I was seriously impressed, the club
noticed how mom looked after she came down and I had to explain what happened. I noticed that
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I had Wheels load her chopper into ours and go back to the club and to start research on the names
she gave us, but not to tell anybody anything about it. Also telling him we wouldn't be there for a
couple of days. She needed to let all of her emotions out without an audience.
I ran in getting a room key from the motel the club owns, picking Leather back up and took her to
our room. I laid her on the bed, pulling off her boots. Leather sat up looking around with tears still
pouring out of her eyes. "Death, where is my bottle, I need a drink." I sat down on the side of the
bed, "baby, you don't need any more alchohol. Talk to me, get it all out.
She looked down at the bed "can I ask you for a favor?" Before I could answer she told me what she
needed. "Please Death just put a bullet in my head, I can't take anymore, please just end my misery."
She was still looking down at the bed with tears pouring out. I picked her up putting her on my lap,
"Look at me Leather. Don't say that shit. Baby, you still have a lifetime to live, a little girl and
brothers that need you. I know you probably have heard this before, but I will help you, I'll help you
fix all this so you can be with your family again. If that's what will make you happy then I will do
whatever it takes. I'm sorry you have had a shit life like that honey, I really am. When you sober up
and feeling better tomorrow we need to talk about all this to figure out a plan

Personal Narrative-Where Is A Tattoo?
I've been alive for a very long time. I'm not gray–haired, or saggy skinned. I'm actually quite young.
You see, at a very young age, I got into a very gruesome accident. Doctors say I was lucky to
survive; but by now, I understand that something happened before my supposed 'accident'. I don't
remember every detail of the occurrence seeing as it was more than 350 years ago.
A little before my disaster, I saw something glowing. Kind of like a strange orb. Now at the time, I
didn't know what it was or what it signified; but that didn't keep me away from it. I was a child
when this happened. So, being the curious shit head I was, I touched it. The orb sent me quivering to
the ground. It felt as though hundreds of boulders tumbled on top of me. I was left with only one
token. A scar in the shape of a heart with the letter 'S' inscribed into my forearm. At the time, I didn't
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A tattoo. A lot of people always question about my 'tattoo'. Asking questions like: 'does that
represent your partner?' or 'what does the 'S' stand for?' I'd always respond with, 'Shannon. Her
name is Shannon.' What they don't know is that Shannon is the name of my first sweetheart. I
haven't met my partner in this century yet. Normally, I'd find her at the age of twenty; but I haven't
yet.
Here're a few things about my so called 'power'. Over time, I've discovered a lot about myself. This
'power' –– or rather, curse –– didn't fully develop until my original age of twenty–six. At that age, I
gained mass amounts of different abilities. I didn't know anything about myself and just had to
know. Unluckily, I learned about my abilities the hard way. Shannon, my first ever lover, died at the
age of fifty–eight. It's a pretty young age to me. I mean, I am essentially 350 years old. My abilities
are just based on my love life, which includes:
A vibrant lime green color– lover has been

Chapter 1 : A Short Story
I thought I'd failed, especially when I couldn't get my results on the website.
I'm still wondering why the system rejected me.
Call and find out.
What they did to you wasn't right.
– Kat and I are partnering up to buy Capsy's.
– Wow! Okay.
I've never figured you for the business type.
Let alone with Kat.
Does he even have money? Not so long ago he was here looking for his old job back.
– He'll be fine.
– My dad always says...
just because you get along doesn't mean you'll be good business partners.
Lelo, if you help me...
I'll cover all your medical costs.
I'll put you up in a decent apartment, and pay all the expenses for nine months.
I'll give you R200,000 up front and another R200,000 after the baby's born.
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Pretty's snoring in her room while we're worried about her.
Don't talk to me like that!

I'm your mother.
That's enough.
I won't stay for long.
Okay. There you go.
Hey, babe.
Why do you look so surprised?
What? Were you hoping to catch me with someone?
No, but we have more serious matters to discuss.
And that's my cue to go jog. Bye, guys.
Cheers!
My dad wants to meet you.
Why would he want to meet me?
We're not getting married or anything.
He wants to know who he's going into business with.
Is it really necessary?
It's his money, love.
He does know that we're dating, right?
I haven't told him yet.
I haven't had the chance to tell him.
Do you think he'll have a problem with me being...
– black?
– Of course not.
He's very forward–thinking.
Look, he's just being cautious because I'm his daughter.
You'll be fine.

Just be yourself.
Thank you.
Listen, love...
I should've spoken to you first before talking to Lelo. And I'm sorry.
You're confusing me.
Why Nompumelelo out of all people?
Because had you not met me...
Lelo's the kind of girl you would've married.
Well...
I might find her physically attractive, but psychologically she's damaged.
And why would I want my child to grow up around such a person?
It's true, Zandile.
The woman's crazy and unpredictable.
Tell me, if she goes through with this pregnancy...
and then disappears with my child?
What then?
Have you thought about that?
– Did you say

Reflection Of Journal Writing : Personal Aspects Of...
Reading your own writing can be excruciatingly boring. Your mind already knows what's on the
paper because it made the words form the piece you are looking at. I always try to make the
experience an adventure. Thinking of the rereading as a deep dive. Deep diving sounds exciting,
almost pirate–like. You get to look for treasure. Or in this case writing devices that keep popping up
in your writing. My deep dive produced a few things I hadn't noticed while writing my journals. I
found that in my journals I tend to follow the troupe of chronologically filing the events, that I'm
secretive and very emotional. As I dived into researching myself, I found that in my technique for
journal writing I'm very straight forward. I wrote down what happened each day in chronological
order. For example in Artifact 1, I go through a bad day, "Waking up late on days of my morning
class is absolutely the worst." On to "When class ended I hurried out to my car to get food before
work. Lo and behold, I had a parking ticket because I hadn't picked up my parking pass yet." Lastly,
"I get on my comfiest pajamas, sit down and start homework, but the internet isn't working." After
reading over this artifact I came to the conclusion, I do this because when I go back to reflect, it
makes the most sense to go in order. When you read my journals, you get a perception of what my
days are like and how I feel about them. They make sense because I go in order, which in a sense is
logos. The logical

Mrs. Turner: A Short Story
"Hey, Squid, play louder!" That's my music teacher Mrs.Turner. You could say that i'm pretty good
at it but there is this person that sits next to me and he is super annoying and gross I think his name
is joey because he looks like a kangaroo and he plays the trumpet but his gross saliva is getting on
me. And on top of that he is really bad at playing. And on the other side of me there is another guy
named Earl and his brother Randy. Earl plays the drums and well randy just sits by him and watches.
Randy isn't the smartest person ever he is always touching me and poking me. And the teacher isn't
any better she's always saying how good they are doing and she's always saying the I could do better
and try harder. All I wanna do is be alone in ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I would just play the notes but I dropped my clarinet when I was running. Ok I have four straight
stick that I found laying right next to me i'll use them for the M. I have to remember where these
sticks are so I can come back to them if I go looking for more. I can still hear the t–rex in a distance.
I'm gonna look in this cave to see if anything is in here. It's getting kinda of dark so I might need to
find the right rocks to start a fire. I remember that when I was just a little boy and my grandfather
told me, " Son if you're ever lost and need warmth or light this is how you start a fire. First you have
to find the right rocks to use and they have to have to have flint on them and they have a glassy look
to them. You'll know which one they are once you find them. Now if you have found them you
wanna get some rocks (any kind) then make a small circle with them and find some brush to put in
the circle. Then grab your rocks and hit them together really fast. Then one a spark flies off and goes
into the fire pit then it will start." Ok I can do this I see a little pond close to me that had some rocks
by it. I just have to make sure that there are no dinosaurs near me. CRUNCH CRUNCH I don't see
any dinosaurs near. Hey I found some rocks! I see

Red Hair-Personal Narrative
"The same as Zack, dark brown," Ben replied, looking in the direction of the file in Bobby's hands.
"Let me get back to the station quick," Bobby half said to himself and half to them.
"What are you going to do?" Stacy asked, rising to her feet with a questioning look on her face.
"I'm going to get a warrant to exhume Ryan's body. The body in this picture has red hair. Bright red
hair. Unless he dyed it the night before, this is not Ryan Dawson," Bobby said. Without a goodbye,
he turned and hurried out the door.
Stacy and Zoe stood frozen looking at the double doors as Bobby closed them. Zoe was the first to
recover. She turned to Patrick and asked, "Are you telling me that Ryan was not in that fire?"
"That is exactly what I'm saying, Mrs. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
When his desk phone rang, he jumped a few inches off his chair and looked at the caller ID. Zack's
cell.
"Have you gotten into the city limits?" Ben asked without a greeting.
"Yeah, just passed the sign and heading to the station," Zack said over the road noise.
"I'm on my way," Ben advised as he saved the document he was working on and locked his
computer. Ben gathered his keys and made his way to the garage to take Zack's car. The trek was
made with apprehension. The dread crept up into his thoughts like a mist. He brought his hand up to
his throat and loosened his tie when it suddenly felt like he was choking on it.
When he finally pulled into the parking lot and parked, he just caught sight of Zack and Tina
disappearing into the front door. He reluctantly got out and walked into the station. He was directed
to Det. Wyatt's office where Zack and Tina were already sitting.
"Close the door, please," Bobby requested and Ben complied. Josh took a chair from in front of his
desk for Ben to sit. "Ben, you still haven't talked to

Pursuing A Counseling Career
This past week I have been doing research for a career paper. In order to research everything I need
to know I will be using cfnc.org. One of my goals is finding a career that is right for me. Another
one is figuring out what college I need to go to so I can be in that work field. To do this I have taken
a Career Cluster Survey. In this survey I had three top clusters that are best fitted for me they
include, Health science, hospitality and tourism, and Human services. Out of all of them I'm very
certain I will be picking a career from human services. (cfnc.org) Another requirement for this paper
is, I had to take a Basic Skills Survey. My top basic skill is active listening and that is in the high
range. When I was looking at the career list for that skill I found the career I'm interested in. All of
my skills matched up except one, the math skill. I have found out all of this information from
[Cfnc.org]. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Basically what a Counseling psychologist does is they listen to a person or a family and try to help
them overcome their problems. I will more than likely work inside and outside, because I feel like
some people might feel more comfortable outside or they might feel more comfortable inside it will
be their decision. By the time i'm ready to work this career will be very important because it will be
the thing that pulls my life together, meaning that it will be my backbone in life. The average hourly
wage is 30.63, if i get more experienced then the hourly wage is 44.76. With that being said I should
be making about 63,710 dollars a

Hershey: A Short Story Of A Serial Killer
In the town of Hershey Pennsylvania a mass murdering is happening. Detective Jeff Sanderstein and
his Partner Justin are trying to find the serial killer. So far thirteen victims have been found, but they
don't know if there are more.If they don't find him many more will happen. There is something odd
about this killer. He leaves a note about the person, but he doesn't leave any fingerprints. They
haven't found anything about this killer. Jeff and Justin don't know why are what he does to the
victim.
There has to be a witness somewhere out there. He leaves these notes, and this last one has a
riddle.One of the notes had a riddle on it, the police have not figured out what it means. It had a date
due for tomorrow, Jeff and Justin think that it's going to be where his next killing is. The code says
'Where you run and where you hide 628 street of Hershey is where you find" "Justin!! I think I
know where it's going to be" "Where?" Somewhere on Hershey Street. "Jeff... How do you know he
is not lying?" This is a murderer no one knows about.
Why can't anyone get out of this person? Is it like he does something so the people don't get out. On
August 5th 2005 another murdering happened. This person's name was Jill, and the note this time
said "This person tried to call you, but you didn't answer. Oh wait I forgot it was dark and there was
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People are now being aware of their surroundings, two people are now moving away because of the
murderer. Jeff and Justin keep on kicking themselves because they do not have enough evidence to
put this person away. They need a witness that has evidence against him. On the news at 6:00 P.M.
Ben saw his name as top suspect and he went to Jeff and told him that he is innocent, but Jeff didn't
believe him. Ben asked Jeff if he wanted to be friends, and Jeff was scared when he asked that
because of the assumption that they

U2 V. Negativland Summary
I think that the court's ruling should be overturned because I don't believe that Negativland violated
the copyright law by sampling from U2.
In the article entitled "U2 Negativland the case from our side" Negativland believes their work does
not violate copyright law. Negativland asserted, "It was used for purposes of fair comment, parody,
and cultural criticism" (151). In other words, Negativland's work was intended to make fun of U2's
song entitled "I still haven't found what i'm looking for", which is protected under the fair use part of
the copyright law.
I agree because the artist named Weird Al Yankovic. He uses the instrumentals for a popular songs
and changes the lyrics to make fun of it. Yankovic has never been sued for his work because they are
parodies. Since Negativland made a parody of U2's "I still haven't found what I'm looking for", they
should not be sued.
Negativland released their album with a huge title saying "U2" and "Negativland" in a smaller font
with an image of the WW2 U–2 spy plane on it. U2's label, Island Records, sued Negativland
claiming that they violated the trademark law because
I disagree because the letters "U", "2", and a picture of a WW2 stealth bomber can not be owned by
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Negativland defended their case by asserting that"artistic freedom for all is more important to the
health of society then the supplemental and extraneous incomes derived from private copyright
tariffs...actually negates the whole concept of music as a business (Adams,Mckibbins 136)."
(uninvited appropriation is inevitable since our population is bombarded with electronic media"
("Sampling without permission is theft"161) Meaning that Art is not about the money. When true
artist make music it is purely because they want to please their fans, share their talent and to express
what they love to do in life. Their intended purpose of making music is not to take money from
other artists by

I Believe In Reading Analysis
I believe in Reading I believe in reading. Not because I'm forced to like it, but I take pride in it
unlike others.
People think it's a waste of time to spend when there's other things outside in the world to do or on
social media. For me it's hard to find someone my age reading, maybe I haven't been looking right
or they really don't care and rather use their mobile devices; I don't blame them, they are addicting
and a distraction, I mean I use mine everyday so I shouldn't be talking but the point is people are
missing out on something amazing.A different experience. Some people don't read, either because
they don't like it or they haven't found what they're into yet. Our generation is still growing more
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How I got across reading is I stumbled onto an audiobook I couldn't turn away from, so after hearing
about half of it I knew I had to buy the book I did and I couldn't be happier with it, It was a different
experience than I imagined during the times then and now I still live through my characters mostly
because it made me feel they became real and trying to get to know them as if they were here. Once
I have a book in my hands I only focus on that and won't put it down like my life depended on it.
People say I read too much but "Hey" there's never too much reading and doing something you love
to do.
There are benefits of reading 1.) Is Vocabulary Expansion: being articulate and well–spoken is of
great help in any profession. 2.) Better handwriting skills: exposure to published, well–written work
has a noted effect on one's own writing, as observing the cadence, fluidity, and writing styles of
other authors will invariably influence your own work. And these are just the beginning of the
possibilities it can do for me and you. I believe in

A Short Story : A Story?
It was just a normal day in New York, until I got home. The place was trashed, nothing was stolen so
I tried to call my mom. She didn't answer but I heard ringing so I went to go look for it, it was my
Moms phone knowing my mom she never ever leaves her phone. So, I called my brother. "Hey,
Apollo, you know where mom is?", I questioned. "Nope, haven't seen her since this morning.
Why?", Apollo proclaimed. "Well, the house was broken into and her phones here", I stated. "I'm
coming home", Apollo said. "Ok bye", i said. "Bye", Apollo said. Apollo came home soon after that.
We waited till sun–down to call the police because we were hoping our mom would be back by then,
but she wasn't. I feared for my mom. So, my brother and I went to the police station and the cops
just blew us off. They said and I quote "She'll show up" What does that even mean? It has been three
weeks since my mom was taken and no one is looking for her, I don't know what to do. Right then
my brother started talking to me. "Artemis, we need to look for mom", Apollo demanded. "Just
leave it to the police Apollo", I yelled. "NO", Apollo screamed. I was scared by his sudden burst of
anger, but it made me want to look for my mom. Apollo and I were about to embark on our journey
then we realized there is nowhere to start. Then we went back home to look for clues about who
took my mom. We searched for hours for clues and nothing, we found nothing. Suddenly I realized
what if it's beyond the

Personal Narrative: Change For The Worst
Change for The Worst
High school. The place where your supposed to find yourself, determine who you are and who you
want to be. Some people take this opportunity for good and some take it for granted. Those who
abuse this opportunity end up broken and lost and they never find their true self's till they have lost
everything they ever thought they had.
My friend Emma and I are finally stepping into high school as freshman's, for me it was terrifying.
All of the potential failures you have placed before you, all the closed doors your too afraid to open,
because you don't know what's behind it because this place determines you whole life if you fail
here you fail in life. In 4 years I would have to leave my home to go find another, leave my parents
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She seems so different she even changed the way she looks, the way she walks, and talks. I am
happy for her that she has made a lot of new friends and became popular, but in all of the wrong
ways and I'm afraid that she is going to lose herself.
Emma talks to me about once a week and I've noticed a lot, she has definitely changed. She is
talking different, she is so wrapped up in herself, always asking if she looks good, she's cares way
too much about what people are thinking of her and it has become an obsession. She has never cared
about anything about her appearance or what people thought of her, and I always admired that about
her, because even if she didn't care she was still beautiful.
Emma talks differently to me than other people, when she's talking to me it's always in a rushed
tone, like she's late and doesn't have time. But taking to other people she acts clueless, like she
uneducated about certain things with certain people. She has changed herself for other people, in a
horrible way. I feel that she is scared and this is her only line of defense. I felt

Creative Writing: Internal House Of Pancakes
Tesco was relatively quiet for seven o'clock in the morning; barely anyone was walking about. Then
again, most supermarkets don't get a lot of business early Saturday morning. Going to the grocery
store in the morning is a perfect because it's practically empty. The only people who hang around the
store during this time of day are the antisocial cashiers, early to bed, early to risers, and ex–army
doctors looking for pancakes mixes. Although, in America, we have the Internal House of Pancakes,
so if Britain had an IHOP then John and Sherlock wouldn't be in this mess. I digress. John Watson
was still wandering up and down the aisles when the softly spoken lyrics of the Ridin Solo parody
song began emanating from his pants pocket. "I just wanna touch your hand, and tell you that you're
the man~! And your cheek bones are so strong, and you look good in this thong~! No homo~! No
homo~! No homo~! No ho–" "Hey Sherlock," He greeted swiftly, glancing at the rows of packaged
goods as he passed. "How's is going?" "Fine...but I do have one question," The man on the other line
seemed distracted. "What color are pancakes usually?" "Normally brown. Sometimes gold. Why?"
The doctor asked hesitantly. He ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Sherlock, who had yet to realize their conversation ended, continued to rant and rave about his
incompetence in completing the most simple of tasks. It wasn't until a good thirty minutes had
passed when he realized that the ex–army doctor was deathly quiet. John is never this quiet when
he's having one of his sissy fits. He usually tries to interject every so often, but would go unheard
because of the high–pitched whining sounds streaming from the detectives mouth. Worried and a bit
annoyed by his friend's silence, Sherlock asked if he was even listening to him. Hearing only
silence, the detective finally looked down at his phone to see that the caller had already hung up and
his screen reverted to

Becoming A Writer
I started writing fiction in elementary school, and never looked back. Tucked away among old report
cards and craft projects, my mother still has the multicolored notebook containing my first short
story, written when I was in first grade. (It's a treat. I may share it here at some point.) So, when I
say that writing in ingrained in me, that it's part of who I am, I mean it.
When I was planning for college it was my dream to become a writer, but I knew that I wasn't living
in a time where I could hang my hopes on becoming an author. I turned to journalism, which I still
greatly respect as a professional field, but it didn't have what I was looking for. The same goes for
screenwriting; I may have put an emphasis on it while studying television and film, but my heart
wasn't in it. For me, it was and has always been creative writing – short stories, novels, poetry on
occasion. ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I want to write more, that I need to write. But first? Reading. If you've read Stephen King's On
Writing: A Memoir of the Craft you're likely familiar with his words: "If you want to be a writer,
you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two
things that I'm aware of, no shortcut." For someone who has loved reading for longer than writing, I
let it slip away, reading only a few books each year. Becoming a reader again gave me the
opportunity to explore more books about writing as well. They haven't all been as pivotal for me as
On Writing, but that doesn't mean I haven't learned, that I didn't find value in their

A Short Story : A Story?
The first day of our sophomore year, I stood in the parking lot by my truck before school started.
Other students continued to pull in the parking lot, I was waiting so I could talk to Casey; I haven't
talked to her since that night Amanda tried fighting her. I'm still trying to understand why she didn't
fight back, Casey has always been a fighter. She was gone most of the summer, that's what my dad
said anyways. Bentley will be one very soon; Amanda and I fight all the time but my son is my
world. He's the most amazing boy ever. I'm lucky to have him. Ashlyn walked up to me "Hey." I
looked at her "Is Casey with you?" She frowned "You don't know?" I became frantic "What?" She
covered her mouth and tried to hold back "She's still in California for..." She stopped and took in a
deep breath "She has stage 3 lung cancer Tomas. She's had it since... Since last year. She was
diagnosed in January. Treatments have barely helped her." My heart shattered, how did I not notice
she was sick? I couldn't be here today, I had to see her before it was too late. Ashlyn looked at me
frowning "Call her. She's refusing help now." I jumped into my truck and drove, I drove all the way
to California with no idea of where I was going. I had to see her and convince her to fight it. I
couldn't lose her for good, I'd go back where I was. Drugged up and out of my mind. After driving
for a full 14 hours, I arrived in San Diego, I got off the highway and found a place to park, I called
her

Language Reflection Essay
Language strongly influences our perception of the world. I found that even only taking high school
French really helped me to see other languages and cultures in a new light. We had an exchange
with a school in a small town in Quebec, and being able to somewhat speak and understand another
language helped me to see that the same messages, ideas, and thoughts are communicated,
regardless of language. It's not that I though Quebecois didn't ever tell jokes, I had just never
thought about it. Learning another language expanded my worldview. Although Qi speaks two
languages fluently, he hasn't found a practical application or real–life occurrence of linguistic
relativism. Referring to the textbook example of some cultures saying "the north side of the
bookcase," Qi says that, just like in Canada, some Chinese people will say "go North then East" and
some will say "turn left then turn right." I also haven't noticed my sense of the world changed by the
meaning of words in different languages. My Grade 11 French teacher first told me about linguistic
relativism, but either I didn't learn enough French to alter my mindset, or I hadn't reflected enough
on my language learning, or I never realized my mindset slowly changing. The example I gave in
the first paragraph isn't due to linguistic relativism, it's due to understanding whole sentences, rather
than the nuances of wording. A big example of English creating expectations of gender roles is
through gendered terms like fireman,

Why Is Hng Jihae Committed Suicide
***4 years ago****
"A female student from Seyang High School died last night." "I heard that Hong Jihae died without
a reason." "Rumors around are saying Jihae committed suicide." "It's weird how she went missing
without a single trace." *The police are looking into this and they have been trying to solve the case
for days but still haven't find anything yet about her death....*
****4 years later****
'Through out 4 years the case still haven't been solve. The local school community have decided to
let high schoolers solve the case of 'Hong Jihae's death' they picked out Jungsan High school
because they are the smartest high school in the city.'
"Why did they let the students do it?" Ms.Kim asked
"Because our school have the smartest students ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
"Fine, we'll do it. "Kris said grabbing the papers out Jinwoon''s hand.
"Kris, are you sure?" Jongin asked
"Wait..but I'm not ready for this" Jackson started to get anxious
"At least ask for our opinion first man." Taehyun crossed his arms
'The boys from Daewon High started to regret what they said.'
"Why? Are you guys too scared to do it?" Zelo gave an arrogant laugh.
"No, we'll do it and prove to you guys that we are the smartest school the city." Kris said loudly with
bravery
"Fine, good luck!" Jinwoo said while laughing and throwing them the supplies
'The six boys walked in there with flashlights in their hand.'
"If I die tonight, I will haunt you guys especially you Kris." J–hope said and pointed to him.
"Don't say anything stupid like that" Taehyun slapped J–hope's shoulder.
"Yeah, don't. It might really happen you'll never know." Jackson walked closer to Seungcheol
"Jackson..dude are you scared?" Seungcheol laughed
"No, why would I be? Out of everyone here, I'm the manliest." Jackson lifted up his arm and
showed his biceps
"I see nothing but your overconfident face." Jonghyun

Why I Want To Be A Tomboy
When I was a kid, I was always considered a tomboy because I played with the boys, liked to get
muddy, and took "no crap from no one". I was confused on what the term tomboy meant. Does the
term mean that I want to be a boy? Well, I didn't want to be one; I felt like a girl, I looked like a girl.
"I am a girl!!", I would scream back. The term forced me to stay in this tiny box of what society has
portrayed out to be a girl. I made myself feel uncomfortable by painting my nails, playing with
dolls, and wearing dresses. Why was it that my older sisters always wanted me to wear a dress? I
hated wearing dresses. Middle school didn't get any better. I was made fun of for being flat–chested
but then mocked for not showing off my body like the "other

Personal Legend Research Paper
Where I found my personal legend cannot be found at the time of my childhood. In fact, I didn't do
much of anything in my childhood. Growing up, and even now, I had a vague sense of what I would
be doing when I'm older, as if I was looking through a lens that's stuck on a blurry aperture.
Whatever career interests I had were fleeting and unfitting. During my childhood, I lived in
Hanford, an obscure farm town just south of Fresno. I spent my days being raised by my
grandmother, sitting alone in my house and eating dinner alone until my parents came home while
the same news channel played on TV. It's nothing depressing; I even remember enjoying the
solitude. I had a few friends, although I saw them as how people see most of their friends on social
media: I do not really know who you are, but I sort of do, I guess, even if I have known you for
years. Regardless, I was happy with being alone most of the time. This is the source of my
introversion and the intensity of my self–awareness. Nevertheless, my strong sense of self–
awareness doesn't always mean I'll know what to do, and it doesn't mean I'll be okay. ... Show more
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I moved into a new house, went through the end of elementary school, and then moved on to middle
school. In early middle school, I had gotten everything done on time and it could be said that I had a
lot of positive traits about myself. However, you know those embarrassing phases people went
through at different stages in their adolescence? Well, I went through them too, but somehow
simultaneously––which was awful. I was incredibly awkward, but I was also quite pretentious; an
embarrassing combination. Whatever embarrassing thing I said or did was great in the moment, but
later on it turned into a horrible memory that I kept thinking about at night, wondering if anyone
remembered it. The rest of the time I was brimming with anxiety, always avoiding to do something
that I would subsequently

Boo Radley Journals
Journal #1: Dear Diary, I feel so trapped in this house, I haven't been able to leave this place for
years now. I am still currently living my brother Nathan Radley and he makes me feel like this
house is hell. He won't let me out or do anything fun around the house. I feel like a prisoner inside
my own house. There is no hope of excitement in this house, absolutely nothing to do at all. My
neighbors down the street, these two kids named Jem and Scout think I'm some kind of dangerous
killer and I have no idea where they got that information from but they do seem pretty interested in
me. I don't know exactly why there interested in me but I am going to find out why and I hope I can
become friends with them soon. Im just a stranger ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I really wish I could go and watch the trial buy you know being me I can't even go outside of my
house let alone down to the courthouse. I just pray for Tom that he isn't found guilty for something
he didn't do. Journal #7: Dear Diary, I heard news about the trial that is being held against Tom
Robinson for raping Mayella Ewell. From what I am hearing I think the Ewells are lying. They're
just trying to kill an innocent man for no good reason other than color discrimination. The trial
continued but one day I looked through my window and I think I saw Aunt Alexandra move into
Atticus's house. Scout becoming older and is looking more like a lady than she did before. Later that
day I found out the outcome of the trial and I was depressed Tom was found guilty. I don't know
what exactly happened but it does hurt me to see a innocent man go to jail and serve a death penalty.
Soon it will be Halloween and I can see Scout and Jem are really excited to go to this pageant at
their school. I really wish I could go watch but maybe I'll sneak out this one time, maybe. I'm
getting scared just thinking about it. I'll just wait and see what happens. Journal #8: Dear Diary, Just
found out that Tom was killed trying to escape apparently. I feel like I should be helping Atticus but
I can't come out of my house not just yet. It was Halloween night and I saw Jem and Scout walking
down to their school and it looked

Abby Black Personal Narrative
February 22, 2003
A few months ago I found out about Oskar's plan. I first received a call from a woman named Abby
Black who wanted to talk to him. He wasn't home at that time, so she explained to me what had
happened. Apparently, he visited her not so long ago looking for answers for a key he found inside a
vase in his father's closet. I didn't know what to believe, so I went to his room looking for evidence.
He's a smart kid and hiding secrets has always been one of his specialties. I looked everywhere, but
couldn't find anything until I opened one of his top closet doors. I was surprised with what I
discovered. Everything was there, the 472 "Black" names listed in chronological order starting from
Aaron Black; a map with their location and a notebook with the time and years it would take him to
meet them all.
Should I be mad? If Abby wouldn't have called, would he have mentioned any of this to me? I'm
really worried about him, because these strangers could harm him and I can't lose him too. Thomas
would've known what to do in this situation knowing ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Maybe that's why I also haven't mentioned the grief support group I've been attending ever since
Thomas' death. This is where I met Ron with whom I've been friends' with ever since. Our lives are
similar, he lost his wife and daughter in a car accident just as I lost my Thomas on 9/11. Oskar's
behavior has also changed drastically. Yesterday, I spoke to his grandmother who has a better
relationship with him and told me he's been using other methods to reduce the stress this emotional
trauma causes him. I hadn't noticed until the night I carried him to his room when he fell asleep on
the floor after an argument we had. I knew something like this would happen, but never planned on
taking action, which makes me feel like a terrible mother. I acted like I'd seen nothing that day,
because I knew it would result into another

Personal Narrative: Charlie And The Chocolate
I sit still and glare into the lifeless, sodium infested dead fish bodies that have continued to float
around for 10 years, or maybe even longer 'cause let's face it, I don't know how long they've been
dead. Let's just say they can't be any older than Sequoia trees and can't be any younger than the
movie Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. All I know is that I would rather be one of those dead and
salty fish. If some wizard like Gandalf or some fairy godmother were to say "Bibbidi–Bobbidi–Boo"
or a genie were to ask me what I truly wanted, I would still say I wish I were a dead and salty fish
floating around. I know I have something in common with the fish. We both reek. At least I'm sure I
reek considering the swiss cheese looking clothes ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
"I just hand to get away cause I had to go to a classmates house for a class project!" The douche isn't
convinced in the slightest. "My ass!" I glare at him, hoping he really would piss his pants out of fear
one day. "Where is Ernie?," I demanded to know. At this point I really do wanna kick the shit outta
him. The douche echos a laugh. "Oh that little shit brat! Check the closet." I gasp and stutter. "What
di–dddd you do ooo?" The douche's mocking eyes look right at me. "I only did what I had to." I hit
him before checking. I turn on the house lights and go check the closet. I almost think the wood
floor will creek or pop out cause I'm running so damn fast. I hope it fast and only stand stunned. My
mouth drops all the way to the floor. "Ernie! Ern??!" He lies as still as a porcelain doll. I check for a
beating heart. I got nothing. "He's... he's not breathing! Shit! Darrell, where's mom!??" The douche
might have said something, but I didn't hear it. I hurry to grab the phone. The ringing keeps ringing.
If this really is a "Criminal Minds" then I'm in it. It keeps ringing until a lady finally answers. "911"
"Hello.." I stay silent for a few more minutes stunned by the silence. I can tell the lady starts
becoming concerned. "911!

Ordinary Kid: A Short Story
I know I'm not an ordinary ten–year–old kid. I mean, sure, I do ordinary things. I eat ice cream. I
ride my bike. I play ball. I have an XBox. Stuff like that makes me ordinary. I guess. And I feel
ordinary. Inside. But I know ordinary kids don't make other ordinary kids run away screaming in
playgrounds. I know ordinary kids don't get stared at wherever they go.
If I found a magic lamp and I could have one wish, I would wish that I had a normal face that no one
ever noticed at all. I would wish that I could walk down the street without people seeing me and
then doing that look–away thing. Here's what I think: the only reason I'm not ordinary is that no one
else sees me that way.
But I'm kind of used to how I look by now. I know how to pretend ... Show more content on
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But Mom says that even though everyone in the room was kind of grumpy, Dad kept making her
laugh all night long.
When I came out of Mom's stomach, she said the whole room got very quiet. Mom didn't even get a
chance to look at me because the nice nurse immediately rushed me out of the room. Dad was in
such a hurry to follow her that he dropped the video camera, which broke into a million pieces. And
then Mom got very upset and tried to get out of bed to see where they were going, but the farting
nurse put her very big arms on Mom to keep her down in the bed. They were practically fighting,
because
Mom was hysterical and the farting nurse was yelling at her to stay calm, and then they both started
screaming for the doctor. But guess what? He had fainted! Right on the floor! So when the farting
nurse saw that he had fainted, she started pushing him with her foot to get him to wake up, yelling at
him the whole time: "What kind of doctor are you? What kind of doctor are you? Get up! Get up!"
And then all of a sudden she let out the biggest, loudest, smelliest fart in the history of farts. Mom
thinks it was actually the fart that finally woke the doctor Anyway, when Mom tells this story, she

Personal Narrative: My Life After High School
High School, 12th grade senior year and graduation just around the corner. I was fill with mix
emotions and a churning stomach. Before I knew it, I wasn't sure if I was going too actually
graduate with a Diploma! All I could do is study and hope for the best. Obviously, graduation
ceremony arrived. It was amazing, loud, and crowded with people. As I examined the area to find
my parents, they appeared to be satisfied from afar; yet inside I was a failure.
After graduation, I had to look for a job. I found one located in Osceola County at a hotel called,
"OMNI Hotel and Resorts.'' I was hired as a Dining Room Assistant (DRA) in a Restaurant name,
"Trevi's." The people there were amazing! Also everyone treated each other as if they were family!
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School? All I need to do is look for a way to get my Diploma/GED. As I did my research. John, my
friend that has mentioned Fresh Start in Davenport and the funny thing about it is just 10 minutes
down the road from my parents' house and I haven't even known. Later on I call spoken with Joyce
and register the day after. After registering and getting myself back on the road and a step closer
seeing myself moving forward, I felt more successful. In time I received a call two weeks later, it
was Joyce! "Hey Jesse, you'll be starting school soon and be sure to arrive with the money to pay for
graduation and supply fee." Indeed I was excited. "Thank you for the good news and I'll see you
soon." We both said our goodbyes and now I need to talk to my boss. Obviously I've talked with my
boss if it's possible for me to work in a different shift. Days later there was someone who took my
place in first, shift and I was happy. Knowing who he was and yet I haven't got the opportunity to
thank him. Hopefully soon, I will thank him for helping me. Now I'm here in the Fresh Start
program; eventually I'll be done before December. I know my family and friends are rooting for me
and know that I haven't given up, especially my girlfriend. Now our future will be even greater than
what it is. Eventually I can be done with school before Christmas and head to Polk State, Valencia
College, or University Central Florida to study as

Rick Ridgeway Research Paper
Rick Ridgeway said, "The best journeys in life are those that answer questions you never thought to
ask." This means to make your own path instead of following someone else's. There are many places
I have found to start my path. I want my paths to go to all around the world. First, I would like to
travel to Florida, home of Disneyland. I have been to Disneyland before, but I was really young the
first time so I don't remember much of what it was like. I would love to ride the rides one more time,
but the travel doesn't end there. Secondly, I would love to go to Ireland where a famous person
named Seán William McLoughlin would be. He is more internet famous than anything, but I would
still love to go to Ireland to see him. My mom has also been

Music-Personal Narrative
I always loved to try new things. Especially things to do with music. I was fascinated by how much
concentration, skill, and practice it took to play them. That's probably why I took up the trumpet. It
was the right sound at the time for me. But, I wasn't done there. I had to learn more. Playing every
song I know is a minimum. But, ya know, sometimes that just isn't possible at the moment.
I dreaded walking into Hartland Music that day. The moment I pushed against those double doors I
knew I had made a mistake. But, truthfully, it wasn't my decision to make, I mean, if I truly had a
passion for it I could continue on my own. Still feeling down I greeted the employee at the desk and
turned to the left and right making my way down the hallway. I sat down on a cushion near my
instructor's room still gripping the envelope so roughly my knuckles turned white. And finally, a
young man's head pops out looking left and right most likely looking for me. He beckons me and
holds the door still ushering me in. I planned out ahead of time ... Show more content on
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All 76 keys are being moved on my desk. It's just a shame it's not 88. I move on to my other
keyboard, for my PC. I press the power button and resume Windows. Moving my mouse over I glide
to a program called Synthesia. By following various youtube videos I manage to download files that
are needed to learn the songs. However, I'm only doing this because I still don't and haven't learned
in the past to read bass clef required for all piano music. So, I make do with this. But, I have been
playing trumpet for band the past two or three years. Pushing my chair away I open my closet and
scan the floor looking for my leather trumpet case. Brushing the ground with my hand I feel tough
leather. I move hand around it feeling for a handle. Grasping the handle I move the case out of my
closet and next to my desk. Opening the case I grab my trumpet lessons book and place it on the
stand of my

Hallmark: What Doesn T Make Themselves
That's an interesting way of looking at it. I don't think I've had anyone put it quite that way.
I write a lot in my spare time. I used to write all the time every day. And now I just renovate 'cause
it's easier. I can actually get stuff done. Writing was so exhausting 'cause you'd write these movies or
these projects and usually never make them. So renovating is very gratifying 'cause acting is a
patience game, but with renovating, the gratification is instant. But as a writer, I look at the
incredible wheel Hallmark has, and it's great! I think it really works. I think we need a little bit more
of that in our lives. You can get all wrapped up in trying to make the next Inception. But you know,
Inception only comes out once a year or once ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I'm really excited to see the film. I think it's gonna be good 'cause my character is––have you seen
Just Friends with Ryan Reynolds?
No, I have not seen it.
It is an amazing film. He did it. Anna Faris is in it. I just remember going, "Man, this movie is just
so great." And I think back to it now. He did it before he got Van Wilder. And I think the movie gave
him a little bit of a head start into that direction where he was the lovable kind of jerk. And Will is
like a lovable guy who––maybe he's not the guy you call to pick you up at the airport, but if you're
going out Friday night, you call Will, and you'll have a good time.

Where The Streets Have No Name Meaning
2. The theme of The Joshua Tree is based on the spiritual uncertainty of Bono's experiences in life.
In the song "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For", Bono is in a moment of spiritual doubt.
He writes "You broke the bonds and you loosed the chains, carried the cross... I still haven't found
what I'm looking for (U2 25–27;31)." Which means he believes but not enough to have faith.
Furthermore, in the next song, "Where The Streets Have No Name" is built on what Bono thinks is
Heaven. He records, "And when I go there, I go there with you (U2 13)." In other words, Bono goes
to Heaven with Christians. Additionally,"With or Without You" is also written in a spiritual sense.
Bono writes " And you give yourself away... with or without ... Show more content on
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Nichole Nordeman has all seven traits down like a ping–pong player winning seven matches easily.
None of the seven traits are weak. Besides word choice, no traits are stronger than another. First off
for ideas, she has very good themes and main points of her songs. The main points differ from guys
(Nordeman "What If" 2) to revealing the truth of the christian faith (Nordeman "Small Enough").
For organization, the structure is amazing, and does not go out of order. Next in voice, Nichole
Nordeman has outstanding hooks for Christian listeners (Nordeman "Please Come" 1). Furthermore,
in sentence fluency Nichole Nordeman has great rhythm. Also, she has a large variety of lines. For
example, in the song "Every Season,"one line is "And even when the trees have just
surrendered(Nordeman 9) ." While the next line is "To the harvest time (Nordeman 10)." Not only
that, but in conventions she used just the right amount of punctuation (Nordeman "What If"). She
also had control over her spelling, grammar, and

Descriptive Essay About Love
I like boys. I always have and I know I always will. My first kiss was when I was three years old
underneath a table at my preschool. For as long as I can remember, I have had an uncontrollable
romantic side. Watching Disney movies where the princess gets saved by the prince were my
favorite. My parents' relationship also influences the way I view love because my mom and dad
seemed to be the perfect couple. I am the oldest of three girls, so I'm no stranger to getting spoiled. I
have always expected my future boyfriend to treat me the same or even better because my dad
always treated me like the most beautiful girl in the world. Ideas of a perfect relationship all started
when I dreamed of my fifth grade crush coming to my dance recital and kissing me behind the stage.
That romantic side of me controlled a large portion of my imagination and I looked forward to
meeting a boy that would be fully committed to me as my parents are to each other. Once I hit
middle school, I continued to indulge in these unrealistic romantic notions once liking a boy
transformed into a different feeling. Unfortunately, I was a homily looking person during these years
so these feelings were never reciprocated. Attending a small private school with thirty other people
in my grade did not help much either. At the beginning of high school, my breasts grew from a size
A to a D practically overnight and my chubby cheeks had disappeared due to puberty finally kicking
in. My newly matured body had given

Short Story
"Freshness is Greatness!" What kind of a slogan is that? It sounds like we're doing a toothpaste
commercial. It's hard to believe we're actually trying to sell soda. But the boss seems to like it and
ask me and you don't build a 200 million dollar empire by selling cheap so he should know. Maybe
it's me; maybe I'm the fool who can't see the greatness in freshness! Fuck it anyway, where the hell
am I? Who could have thought Stanley Park was this big. There's a kid over there, maybe I could
ask him about the way out. He looks a bit suspicious though. He's wearing a hoodie and those baggy
jeans kids like to wear these days, he's probably black too. As I approached him he turned around
and I could see that he was. "Excuse me; do you know the closest way out the park?"
He looked at me like some fucking goldfish and said "10 bucks"
"What?"
"10 bucks" the idiot repeated as if he could say nothing else.
"I don't want the guided tour; just point me in right direction."
Surprisingly the idiot could point. "Thank you" I said as I nodded politely. As I began walking the
idiot stepped aside to block my way.
"You owe me 10 bucks." he said.
"I'm not gonna pay you 10 dollars for pointing a finger, okay?"
The idiot kept blocking my way and said "Then you better leave me your wallet"
The boy was barely half my size and his pathetic robbery stopped being amusing as he continued.
As I stepped to one side he followed and then to the next, it quickly became frustrating. "Are we
dancing here

Creative Writing: Growing Up In The Woods
Its late afternoon and Roy has yet to come, did he change his mind? I felt a sudden hysterical laugh
building up inside me. I just got stood up by a guy for the first time. I decided to take my own hike
instead and try to find the meadow, it shouldn't be too hard to find, right? I packed some lunch,
thought I might get hungry, and a bottle of water, and a compass just to be safe. Fall was just around
the corner, slowly creeping in as summer ends causing the crisp copper leaves to fall of the trees as
they swayed gently in the wind. The forest felt alive with the branches creaking, squirrels chattering,
the birds singing and bugs humming. The smell of wild herbs filled my nostrils; a refreshing scent.
Slowly I felt my way through the forest, ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Perhaps I should stick here for a while, maybe it won't find me. "Scarlette," a voice called out, my
heart leapt at the sound of my name. It knows my name? "Scarlette," the voice called out again but
this time I recognized it. Its Roy's voice. "Roy? Roy where are you?" I called out my eyes lingering
in the woods but nothing at sight nor could I hear anything else other than the sound of Roy calling
my name. "Run Scarlette! Run!" He screamed out, his voice reverberating through the trees. I stood
up hoping to get a better view, but there was nothing. "Roy," I called out again, but no answer. I
began to walk around in case he was hiding in the bushes somewhere. "Roy," I called out one more
time, then out of nowhere she appeared. I couldn't see her face but I could make out her long hair
blowing fiercely in the wind. I stood frozen unable to run. My feet felt as though they were glued to
the ground. "Run, Scarlette," Roy's voice echoed through the forest. Something within his voice
seemed to shake me, and I began to run in the dark

Manchitas: A Short Story
"Hey! Calm down and chill!" I yelled over to my dog. Manchitas might be a chihuahua, but he can
really pull me when he wants, but that isn't much since I'm just skin and bones. He frantically started
digging and whining. I'd never seen him like this. Today, was my only day off of work, so I decided
to take him on a long walk. I live in Miami, Florida and working as a forensic anthropologist, I am
always busy.
I glanced to see what the big fuss was about. It just had to be a bone. I can't even get a decent day
off of work. It's rare to get a good day off, due to there being fewer than 60 certified forensic
anthropologists in the entire country. It seemed a couple days old, 6 days at the most.I grabbed
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She had a singular skull, flat–bottom chin bones and nose, and a nasal spine. I remembered reading
in the article "Identifying The Victim", people with these characteristics are a caucasoid (a person
with European descent). I told William to type that information into the system and we still had 21
results. I started inspecting the bones very carefully for any tiny fractures or breaks. This girl's bones
were really healthy and strong so it wouldn't have surprised me if she hadn't had any breaks. I found
that she had broken her finger once. There only came up one result for all the criteria I had found.
Ava Schreave, 16 years old, lived in Miami,

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I wandered around town for what felt like an hour looking at all the shops and exhibits for tourists.
The town was old looking but nice. Reminding me of a old German town. Finally I ended up on the
outskirts of town close to the dense forest that surrounded the town. I checked my watch 1:02.
Guess I should get some lunch. PSH CRUNCH CRUNCH. I heard something in the woods. I looked
but saw nothing probably a rabbit it is the woods after all. I started to walking again CRUNCH. I
wanted to say something but my gut told me not to. That's when I spotted something. A dog, except
it wasn't its body was disproportional to its body. It looked old and in bad shape with its misshapen
bones looking like they were sticking out of his body. The dog looked to be minding his business
when it stopped cold in his tracks. Its head turned. Its eyes locked with mine it's cold dead bloodshot
eyes. My vision started to tunnel only focusing it's eyes. I took a step forward my mind screaming at
me not to. Something in my gut told me it was a predator that it would kill me. I took another step
Dumbass stop walking "Hey kid you alright," My vision broke from the dog I saw a guy
approaching me I looked back at the dog it was gone. Like it never existed. "Yeah, thought I saw
something," I squeaked out. I got a better look at the man he looked homeless his clothes ragged. He
smelled like he hasn't showered in days. "Okay, I'd advise you to leave here it's a bad part of town."
He said sharply. "Okay" I said nodding my head. I looked back as I was leaving the guy was looking
into the woods looking for something. I approached a restaurant to try and forget about my
experience in the woods. I was telling myself it was just a big stray dog ,but I knew something was
evil about it. I entered the restaurant it was quite nice fancy for a cheap dine in. I picked out a booth
to sit in suddenly there was a commotion. "What the hell are you doing!" "Back off John!" "John
you're crazy!" I rushed over to see what was happening. A boy was holding a table knife up to a
waitress. His eyes frantically going everywhere. A crowd started gathering around him surrounding
him with a small opening to the left of me. I guess he knew too cause he bolted for

Comparative Essay-Music
Longing for Love:
A Comparative Essay
Jack Ettlinger
ENG4U1
Ms. Palka
July 18, 2010.
Longing For Love
A Comparative Essay By Jack Ettlinger
In the song I Just Haven't Met You Yet (IJHMYY) written and composed by Michael Buble, themes
such as love, optimism, and loneliness are all are evident. These themes are also found in the song
Love Song For No One (LSFNO), written and composed by John Mayer, but optimism is replaced
by pessimism. Both of these songs are about a man longing for love; however, in the first, the man is
optimistic and hopeful, while in the second he is getting anxious and a little doubtful. The way that
the themes are portrayed are both similar and different in that they are about love,
optimism/pessimism and ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Mayer says that he has been, "searching all my days just to find you not sure who I'm looking for,"
and the listener feels his exhaustion, sadness and most of all, his loneliness.
In his song, Michael Buble is clearly lonely, but his loneliness in motivating him to persevere in his
life, and to find the one that will complete him. The lyric " I know someday that it'll all turn out,
you'll make me work, so we can work to work it out" shows this. He knows that the love of his life
is out there and that she is coming, and therefore his loneliness feels temporary. There is, in his
mind, an end in sight. He understands that he has to be patient: "I might have to wait, I'll never give
up, I guess it's half timing and the other half's luck." Buble trusts that love is coming for him. He
knows he won't have to be lonely for too long.
The songs, I Just Haven't Met you Yet, and Love Song For No One both focus on the theme of love,
and at first glance, can be perceived as very similar. But by dissecting the lyrics and looking more
closely at the undertones and messages of both songs, we find that they are actually almost opposite
in their approach to the mystery of love.
As an ending note, John Mayer is still girlfriend–less, while, as a true example of 'life imitating art,"

Michael Buble is engaged to the beautiful model who played the girl of his dreams in the video for
his hit song. I guess he really did meet her after all.
I Just Haven't Met You

Pet Dexter Monologue
I've had Dexter, my Jack Russell, for just over a year now. He's a rescue. When I first took him in, I
came to find out that he was abused at the hands of a man, which would explain his defensiveness
when he comes across one he's never met. I couldn't imagine who could hurt such a sweet, loving
dog who doesn't bark unless he thinks there's an intruder–and even then, it's a series of huffs and
puffs before he'll actually bark–wants to meet everyone on our walks, listens to commands well, and
wants nothing more from you than to be your companion. Though honestly, I believe he's the one
that has rescued me. I have Complex PTSD, and am high on the dissociation spectrum. After writing
my initial manuscript, I was having a hard time of trying to quiet down Shadow. So I had no choice
but to take a 'vacation' in order to get him under control. I was supposed to be there for a week, but
when they learned that I lived alone, they insisted on extending my stay. Their suggestion to get me
back home sooner? Get a cat. Now don't get me wrong, I love all animals, but cats and I have this
mutual understanding: you stay away from me ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Not entirely certain what brought it on, but I can't seem to stop it either. I have a hard time sleeping
at night, and I'm lucky if I get a couple of hours. I'm thinking he wants to add another skill to his
already impressive resume. Before the sun is up, even before the birds are awake, an alarm goes off.
It's not one that you hear, or have the option to slam down on the snooze button to appease it,
because that option isn't there. It's Dexter, jumping all over me, and he won't let up until I give in
and get out of bed. I haven't figured out if it's because I'm having a night terror, actually getting into
a deep enough sleep where it can occur, and he's trying to save me from it. Or, perhaps, he just
wants to be an alarm clock, be the first to greet me in the morning–beating the

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