1000 words. What is it little girl? He asked with a soft, kind voice. Mister, can you teach me how to draw?

Breathing hitched, she pressed her quivering back against the door in hopes to drown out the continuous blaring that made itself heard through the sturdy door. Closing her eyes, she grimaced. Head held down, she walked. Hands clenched, she focused. She cast her sight on the place that seemed much brighter than the abyss of darkness enveloping her life; a place that gave her a small beacon of hope. The wind breezed its way through her soft, curly brown hair as she reached her haven far away from the monochrome streets and closed her eyes in a brief attempt to relish the sensation. Letting out a soft smile she slowly opened them only to be met with a man's warm and loving gaze. She glanced down at him in awe and for a while, they did nothing but simply gaze into each other's eyes In the air that circled above them, millions of delicate wings fluttered against the midsummer's sun, a drastic change from the gloomy skies that covered her town. Scattered rays of sunlight shone through the wispy white clouds, tinting them with glowing amber and streaking the sky with brilliant patches of gold and violet. Swaying gently back and forth with a little push of her feet her sight followed to the piece of art that was held in his hands. He said nothing but she couldn't help but look at him. His eyes were blue like a cloudless sky on a summer's day, his skin flawless, and light blonde

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God Save the Queen. Excitement is in the air because come Friday, April 29, Prince William Arthur Philip Louis of Wales, second in line to the British throne, and his fiance, Catherine Elizabeth Middleton, will be married in Westminster Abbey with all th

God Save the Queen! Times are tough in our world. The economy is down, millions are out of work, and rising gasoline prices have everyone's "knickers in a bunch." But, even in the toughest of times, we all want to look to an ideal happily ever after. We all want to see that for some people, it does work out and maybe that means it will work out for us too. Excitement is in the air because come Friday, April 29, Prince William Arthur Philip Louis of Wales, second in line to the British throne, and his fiance, Catherine Elizabeth Middleton, will be married in Westminster Abbey with all the royal pomp and circumstance. Some may think it's stupid and irrelevant to our society and culture but many Americans are swept up in Royal Fever. From coast to coast, people are waking up long before dawn on Friday to have tea and scones and maybe even some English muffins in their best pjs to watch the Royal affair. Restaurants and bars all over the nation are decorated with Union Jack themed streamers and serving royally inspired cocktails in honour of the royal event. There are also larger scale events taking place in New York's Times Square and Walt Disney World in Orlando. Guests in Disney were even invited to dress in Prince and Princess attire to watch the wedding live in the park's Wedding Pavilion. Most of us remember the grandeur and splendor of the beloved Princess Diana's Royal

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English Coursework Monologue Analysis

Commentary Analysis of Work Worries, Stimulus Text: 'Animal Farm' -949 words 'Animal Farm' by George Orwell inspired the creation of my monologue 'Work Worries', both pieces of writing share similarities and differences. 'Animal Farm' is focused around communism and leadership, in work worries the main theme is leadership. 'Animal Farm's inspiration no doubt came from the Russian revolution and the communist state, whereas I modernised my piece as based around the current recession in the UK. I divided my work into four separate sections; the beginning where the main character and narrator Adam, is furious about an incident that has just occurred, "ARGH! Why is it always me?" From here he moves on to thinking back to the start of the new boss' reign in the office, then the narrator reminisces what the workplace used to be like when the old boss was in charge, and then he ends the piece contemplating his future. This contrasts 'Animal Farm' due to the fact my pieces form is different. The content of my piece compares to 'Animal Farm' as in George Orwell's piece he describes throughout the story a leader who members of the group have a problem with and feel he should never have been elected leader, similarly in 'Work Worries' where Adam wants Mr Gill the new boss out of the office and back to how it used to be. In my piece Adam asks lots of rhetorical questions such as "will

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Red Rings. Crucifixes hung on the door of every house and bound to the necks of every poor soul that knew what was best for them. Prayers of protection .offerings of bread, meat placed on doorsteps of a crescent night.

Kenton Chan A1Y (5) YMCA of Hong Kong Christian College GCE08: English Language and Literature UNIT 2: 6EL01 Reading Red Rings It's gleaming; glowing, glistening in the night. Shifting every month, revealing itself fully only once. Plague; death; fear in the eyes of every villager. At first sight of the devil's brand. Hanged, violently pelted and finally reduced to ashes until their souls have no chance of reincarnating. Crucifixes hung on the door of every house and bound to the necks of every poor soul that knew what was best for them. Prayers of protection .offerings of bread, meat placed on doorsteps of a crescent night. The Devil's echoes heard at the hours of midnight, the creaking of wood as he slowly indulges. There were many foolish men venturing out at such hours, disappeared for days but appear sickened, possessed by the devils rings. The tainted; found, freed by fire. The only way to God's salvation, anyone will tell you that. Deep in the deserted forest the nights cold, harsh and unforgiving. Crooked Paths haunted by shadows of the tormented dead. Speeding along the path was a frightened Romanian girl comforted under a red hood like a snail protected in its shell. 'I hope she's alive', 'what if I never find her' overwhelming thoughts of never finding her caused the child to helplessly sob; it began to rain. She stopped, standing; hoping this

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Asia's super rich

Asia's super rich a sign of growing clout March 15, 2005 (Indian-born steel baron Lakshmi Mittal is Asia's richest person.) The huge growth in Asia is reflected in a higher number of billionaires there, but some countries are more prominent, writes William Pesek. If you're curious about the trajectory of the global economy, you could rummage through mountains of data, research reports and countless internet sites. Or you could just pick up a copy of Forbes. The magazine's latest listing of billionaires says more about Asia than any other region. The basic point: Asia's global clout grew exponentially last year, and investors should expect the same this year. Even though the majority of Asia's economies are developing ones, the region boasts 90 of the world's 691 billionaires. It's home to Hong Kong, the place with the highest ratio of billionaires to population. And the net worth of Asia's billionaires rose an average of $US183 million ($A231 million) a day. All this demonstrates Asia's rapidly rising fortunes. Japan is still home to the most billionaires in Asia - 24. It's Asia's biggest economy by far, and is the headquarters of some of the world's corporate powerhouses. The surprise in the list is the explosion of Indian billionaires - 12 - relative to mainland Chinese ones. Taiwan has seven, Malaysia has six and Singapore has four. Australia has six (it would have

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Caged - I pressed my fingers together, questioning whether they would touch, or simply pass through each other. This act taught me that I was a not a ghost; for my gleaming fingers met, casting a shiver through my limbs as they did so.

Caged. The lights glimmered gold, as I absorbed the last of my invulnerability before the darkness drowned me in its desolation. For what has seemed like an eternity, the daylight had served to be my only solace; within the caliginosity of my room, everything appeared abhorrent. I waited. I waited restlessly until the nurse relieved me of my security and cast me into uncertainty. I heard a feeble click as the door was pulled shut. I was alone, unsafe... a solitary soul in a sea of despair. I became agitated as thoughts sped hastily through my mind, fleeting past before I could take hold of them. My surroundings had become almost oneiric when I noticed that I had lost hold on reality. I looked down at my body; the girl shaped theatre which I usually occupied had escaped me, and I knew this because I, as a soul rather than a being, was now resting upon it. Initially I laughed, light-spirited from the obscenity of the situation. "How could this be?" I contemplated to myself, curious of what this meant; "Am I dead?" I chuckled again to myself. I cast my eyes over my limbs, which by then were glowing an azure shade of blue. I pressed my fingers together, questioning whether they would touch, or simply pass through each other. This act taught me that I was a not a ghost; for my gleaming fingers met, casting a shiver through my limbs as they did so. There was a stirring

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My English Class Experience. English is one subject I dreaded. This semester being my second semester in university; I was told by advisor that I had to do English Composition

English is one subject I dreaded. This semester being my second semester in university; I was told by advisor that I had to do English Composition (1). My back was up against a wall as I had no choice in coming to terms with this subject chosen for me. My first week into the semester I was place into a classroom with and average of forty students. The class times were from 7:20pm to 8:35pm every Monday and Wednesday. Normally at nights most or if not all the students would be drained from prior classes during the day and the working students drained from their place of employment. The atmosphere at the school is very cohesive for learning especially when you are surrounded by lush nature. The nights could be cold due to the nearby rivers and springs near by as to such most people could hear their beds calling from home. Mr. Dolabaille the class lecturer is like a God sent to the school. I did not realize the different techniques he uses in his style of teaching which brings a lot of humor and uncontrollable laughter to the class. Many student would think that he is crazy with his many antics and body movements making anybody stressful day into a good one. This lecturer incorporates his personal life and everyday experiences into lecturing his class. If by now the majority of the class does not like English then they need psychological evaluation. Many students like me

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Technological advancement has worsened the problem of poverty. Do you agree?

Technological advancement has worsened the problem of poverty. Do you agree? 800 million people go to bed hungry every day. 1 out of 2 children in the world lives in poverty. Nearly a billion people entered the 21st century unable to read a book or sign their names. For millions of hungry people in Africa's poorest and worst-hit countries, just staying alive is a daily struggle. For many years, poverty has manifested itself in various forms including the deprivation of the basic necessities like food, clothing and shelter, lack of access to sanitation facilities, low infant mortality rate, low literacy rate and many more. On the other hand, the turn of the century has seen man's astronomical progress of technology. Technology has reached its zenith in advancement. It is undeniable that technology can help to resolve the dangling and perplexed issues of the humanity such as relationships. However, it is not completely successful in ironing out the solution to global poverty despite striving constantly to put forward the latest gadgets to tackle this issue. Instead, technology could have make matters worse, causing even more people to trap in the quagmire of poverty. Technology has advanced at the expense of our wealth. Needless to say, though, it is wrong to state that technological advancement has not improved the plight of the poor. With the invention of machinery such as

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Gothic Writing. My name is Rachel Tyler. I am twenty three years old. Today is the day I will die

Gothic writing My name is Rachel Tyler. I am twenty three years old. Today something happened, something big, something life changing. Until today, I have never had any reason to consider how I would die. Until today. Still I search for all the answers. After all that searching, I still have as little as when I started. And when I do finally find all that I have been searching for, that is when it will be too late. My name is Rachel Tyler. I am twenty three years old. Today is the day I will die. * * * My mother's front door is locked. This means one of two things, she is in her photography studio taking refuge in the creativity and solitude, or there is something wrong. My mother rarely locks her door, she sees little point in trying to keep people out. As a child I had never questioned this, it was just normality. I fumble in my pocket for my key and groan as I hear them jangle on the bitter slabs beneath me. In the dense blackness I can not see where they have fallen; I crouch down to pick them up. All I need is a small glimmer of light but there is none. No doors are open, no lights in windows open, nobody with a torch - it is far too early. Out of the corner of my straining eyes I see a shadow pass over the house, then another, then another. Turning around to see what is producing them; I see nothing. Just continuous darkness. What was there is either gone, or was

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Real life Writing Inpired by Meinke's poem "Advice To My Son". Advice To My Son

In life everything happens for a reason. Nobody can explain when or why an event might occur. When a tragic event takes place you come to the realization that nothing will ever be right again. As a young child or even a teenager, I had always thought that I was going to be young forever and nothing bad could ever go wrong in my life. I guess you could say I never realized how precious life really was. " The trick is, to live your days as if each one may be your last" (Menike 144). I have learned that you need to live each day to its fullest and in order to succeed you have to take chances; nothing in this world will ever be handed to you. It was just one month before Christmas break, and I had torn my meniscus while playing in a basketball game and was forced into psychical therapy so I could have a fast recovery. After the first three days of therapy, I recognized a little girl that I went to school with. She was on the freshman cheer team but strangely was always absent from class. She always wore the biggest smile on her face and greeted everyone who stepped foot into Evergreen Therapy. One day while I was finishing up my workout she ran up to me. " I know you," she said with this huge grin on her face. " You go to my school. I came to one of your basketball games you know. I wish I could be as good as you," she continued to tell me. Taken by surprise I asked her

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