Smoking. I feel that there should be laws against smoking. Right now there are laws against buying them.

Smoking In this essay am going to be talking about smoking and my opinions on this topic, I hope that this speech explains why you should disagree with smoking. I feel that there should be laws against smoking. Right now there are laws against buying them. You have to be 21 to buy cigarettes. But my question is if you have to be 21 why do people under 21 have possession of cigarettes? We all already know that smoking is bad for you. On the news all the time they have something about smoking and why it is so bad for you. Even on the cigarette box there is a message about what smoking can do to you, and this message is saying that Cigarettes are hazardous to your health. But still millions of people are smoking. I see it like this... If they put a label on a cigarette box saying "These will eventually kill you" people will still smoke it. We all know the dangers of smoking, why not put a law out to make it illegal? I think the reason people do not comprehend that smoking is so bad for you, is because they are already addicted and they don't care what it does to them. But if the law made it illegal to sell them, then many people would not have access to cigarettes. So they could not smoke and millions of lives would be saved each year, because both my parents smoke it has made me realise how bad the effects of smoking are, and I won't ever smoke. Smoking produces lung

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First Time at Times Square

First Time at Times Square I never forget the first time when I visited the Times Square. The excitement I felt just as a small child may feel at an amusement park: excited, curious, and anxious to do and see absolutely everything. The first thing impressed me was the smell of the Times Square. The ever changing smells of Times Square amaze me. I take a few short strides along the side walk and the smells of freshly cooked shish'ka'bobs being sold by a street vendor fills the air with a sweet fragrance of barbeque chicken. Suddenly, after a few more strides along the same wide stretch of sidewalk packed full of tourist, vendors and street performers, the air is now full of the smell of roasted peanuts, almonds, and cashews. However, not all of the smells are mouth watering. Most of the street corners have either huge round sewage drains, or rectangular ones with bars. Through the gaps and holes of these sewage drains seep such a fowl smelling odor that you soon forget any of the pleasant ones surrounding it. As I walked over one of the old odorous drains, hot steam flew up and out of it, right up my nostrils and triggered my gag reflexes. As we walk along, I stop to admire one of the many street performers along Times Square. His skin is covered from head to toe in a metallic silver paint. He is wearing a tight suit, also the same color as his skin and he is

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Creative Writing - Gratuitous Vengeance

Gratuitous Vengeance "Son, hurry up, you're going to be late for school." "Yeh whatever dad, it's nothing new." "But it's your first day!" Yes - it was my first day at school and no - I wasn't nervous, I wasn't scared, and I wasn't worried, I was ready. What's the big deal anyway? Constantly, consistently moving house and schools, you kind of adapt to it, like an animal adapting to its conditions, you know? Here we were. Shattering, scratched, small windows; crumbling, decaying, aged bricks; inexpensive, inert sheds and lots of helpless, dim morons to use for my liking. Dominating this school will be as easy as A.B.C. It wasn't exactly the best looking school but no matter, I'd be gone within a week... Okay, by my second glance, this school had some pretty mischievous competition. My main worry was Derrick Hopkins; Derrick is the guy to go to when you want to know something or need permission for something else. He controls everything in this school. I guess that'll have to change... I went up to him. "Derrick, I'm Bradley Crewe, new here, I heard about a party going on this weekend, I was wondering if I can come along? We can get acquainted." "It's not that easy kid. So no, you can't just 'come along'. Get out of here you weasel faced low life." "Weasel faced? Low life? Who do you think you are?" "I'm Derrick, but nobody cares who you are." He walked up to me and

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In Multicultural Britain, people from different cultures should not try to live separate lives

'In Multicultural Britain, people from different cultures should not try to live separate lives.' Many people from all over the world have been coming to Britain for over 2,000 years. This long history of immigration has made Britain a very diverse and culturally rich country. Examples of this are evident in fashion, food and language. About 8% of the British population is made up of different ethnic groups; this is approximately 4.6 million people. This essay will be addressing whether people from different cultures should try to live separately or not. People from different cultures should not try to live separate lives as this could lead to racial segregation, misunderstanding and conflict among societies. Those who live in 'parallel communities' are only in contact with their own culture and 'kind' and so live separate lives to others in the surrounding areas. This separation can cause misunderstanding to breed which could lead to hatred and unnecessary conflict. These types of conflict have been emerging from parts of Britain between Asian and White groups, who live in 'parallel communities' and therefore have never had the chance to meet. The benefits of having more people of different ethnicity in one community would mean that it would be a more accurate representation of modern Britain. It enriches people's understanding of cultures and the world, therefore leading

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Uninvited Guest. Suddenly there was a loud bang and the door fell apart like it had been made of wet wood. Then something stepped inside and my heart skipped a beat.

Coursework 3 draft 1 Uninvited guest The wind was howling as I shut the window of the hut I was living in. "Poof" I said "lucky the hut didn't fall off". I was scared and hungry. My mother and father had gone to sell the meager amount of crops we had managed to ravage from the storm three weeks ago. Last week the storm had subsided down to a slight breeze allowing my parents to grasp the opportunity and go to sell the harvest. Our hut was located 5miles south of a small town and my parents had to go 55miles to get to the market which sold meat and bought vegetables. We needed the meat for the upcoming winter. I got to my feet and surveyed the damage the storm had done to hut. Luckily most of the furniture was intact and only a couple of chairs had broken. I went down to my cellar to get some pork slices to eat. My 2 horses and 1 chicken were there. We had a pig but it had perished in the storm. We had temporarily moved them to the cellar because they would have surely been victims to the gale if we had left them outside. As I sat down at the table to eat I heard a reverberation near the door. Thinking it was thieves I quickly stashed my plate drew my pocketknife and hid behind the sofa. Suddenly there was a loud bang and the door fell apart like it had been made of wet wood. Then something stepped inside and my heart skipped a beat. It was humanoid with a bloody red cape

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Write the words of an article for a teenager magazine in which you describe your best teacher, explaining what and how your teacher taught you.

Write the words of an article for a teenager magazine in which you describe your best teacher, explaining what and how your teacher taught you. You're probably thinking that she has no sense of style; wearing the same overweight top for the past three days- well she was kind of like that. Or maybe she was one of those 'four- eyed' cranky freak which did nothing but scream. But no! She wasn't. I didn't care what those immature, snobby, jealous people thought. She was my best friend, my hero and most importantly my teacher. She didn't have to know her Latin; or her two times table to be a teacher; they just need to show their support and she showed hers which will always be buried in my heart. She wasn't a teacher which made me sit down on a chair, and learn. She taught me her strength; the strength she will use to grab me from a lightening car; or carry me to the top of the mountain. She taught me her bravery; the bravery she will use to fight with someone two feet taller than her. I learnt her intelligence; the intelligence which she can use to create a new planet. Don't you just want a teacher to be fun; interesting, and; hyperactive? I mean, isn't that what we expect to see in a teacher? Yes! I know very well what you're all thinking about. "MAKE-UP, of course we go on about each other's hair, makeup, boys, come on. Your girls" Well, your all wrong. That's the last thing

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Creative writing. Smoke was accumulating, there were only a few minutes left till it would drown me. Searching the perimeter for any exits, there were none, only a chair in an empty room.

6pm 2012. Smoke was accumulating, there were only a few minutes left till it would drown me. Searching the perimeter for any exits, there were none, only a chair in an empty room. * * * Dawn was upon me, only a confused bird soaring in the dark sky lost in the chaos behind it. The blazing sun had closed its thick, gloomy curtain. Wide awake, staring at the sky, concentrating on the mysterious milky way that was gobbling up our planet. Feet riveted to the soft smooth concrete like a cat hanging to its death. They needed to kill me; however, they had failed once again. Limping. Struggling to reach the door, blood pouring out. Still smelling the dense smoke. They had a secret, the cops would never believe, someone needed to stop them. That someone was me. The clock was ticking. I needed a plan and I needed it quickly, questions gushing, but no answers. They called themselves "The Tiger's Paw", ranked top of the most dangerous terrorist groups in the world; they would kill anyone who would get in their way. Waving my hand in the thin frosty air, catching the taxi drivers' attention, the tires screeching, staining the ground below them. A few minutes later I had reached my destination. Bold colorful words caught my attention "HEATHROW AIRPORT". The board, the flight numbers were rapidly changing, flicking before my eyes. Recalling the flight attendants voice rang in my

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To smoke or not to smoke. Now there's a question for you. Since I'm a smoker I guess I chose to smoke. Right or wrong? Who knows?

To smoke or not to smoke. Now there's a question for you. Since I'm a smoker I guess I chose to smoke. Right or wrong? Who knows? I only know that I choose to smoke. Is my option and no one else has a right to tell me I can not smoke. They may tell me where I can or can not smoke, and they have. I smoke. I do it where I am allowed. Sorry if it offends some people but I get offended to when some lady walks by me wreaking of a full bottle of perfume. Or some man walks by me smelling of a full bottle of aftershave.What difference does it really make anyway. Sure, there's a chance I may get some kind of cancer, but that's true for every human out there. Cancer cells are in your body 24 hours a day every day of your life. Anything may trigger them to go rampant on you. What about the people who die of cancer and have never touch a cigarette?Let me see. Would I rather die because of smoking, or because some doctor has put me on a prescription that has so many different side effects it could do anything from giving me a heart attach to killing my liver or kidneys. Oh and then there's the multiple prescriptions for different ailments that no one knows if they will be compatible or not for sure.Our drug industry releases new pills everyday. They tell you they will cure this or that. Well maybe not cure but they will help. Then a few years later, low and behold, they are recalling this

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My Choices for Room 101

Traffic Wardens:. The first thing that I would out into room 101 is the money grabbing, cold-hearted, kill joy mugs. These people walk around, head down, scribbling away in their nasty little books, feeling proud of ruining yet another innocent person's day. If you haven't guessed yet, I am talking about the selfish traffic wardens. 99.9% of vehicle/car owners don't even realise that they have done anything to deserve a parking ticket! How would you like it if you had paid for a 1hour pay and display ticket and you came to your care at 1 minute past and a warden was stamping the sticky yellow piece of paper on your windscreen?. For arriving at your car one minute late you have to pay a massive fine of £30. Right, imagine this. You have just had the most wonderful day out with your family, and you all had a good time, suddenly you walk over to your car to find the dreaded yellow ticket. The smiles have now hit the floor. But wait, you check your paid and displayed ticket and you are back before the expiry time...so why are you getting charged? Then you read the note... You put your parking ticket on the wrong side of the windscreen. How can there be a right and wrong side to put a paid and displayed ticket? As I said before, selfish, and the wardens get a little gold star off his boss!!So, I am sure that you will agree with me that the only way to avoid getting a parking

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Creative Writing: Miss Havisham

Creative Writing - The day I was broken. As I awoke from my interrupted sleep, the sound of rushing and shouting filled my ears. It was of course the day I had been waiting for my whole life, and by the sounds of it, so had everyone else. I could hear the maids scuttling around, arranging flowers outside my front door. I could hear the clanging of knives and forks against my brand new oak table. My eyes were still closed, I felt as though my dream was finally becoming a delightful reality. Half of me didn't really want to wake up from my dream of the night before where I dreamt of the moment I walked down the aisle accompanied by my Father. I pictured how beautiful I would look, my snow coloured satin dress, flowing behind me, glistening in time with the flickering of the golden candles. I just can't wait! At long last, I opened my eyes to the elegant room I had slept in. Through my thin white silk curtains, I saw the glowing of thick snow upon the ground outside. The day just keeps getting better! The weather was just as I had hoped, and matching my stunningly elegant outfit. It seemed as though God was on my side today, and nothing could get me down. I felt such a buzz of excitement whilst looking at my wedding dress, delicately draped over my glass mirror, which reflected my gleaming fresh face as I sat up. This day, the 22nd of December was my day to shine and not

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