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The Lottery: Free choice, self knowledge and Guilt
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.Presents from my Aunts in Pakistan by Moniza Alvi
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The Moring of the Execution Iris stared in silence at the glowing galaxy of stars she'd got her father to stick on her ceiling when she was a child. One, two, three. The little one was her youngest brother, Dennis. The big one was her. And the meduim-sized one was... She squirmed uncomfortably in her bumpy bed, sick with sorrow. Everything reminded her of him. Everything. Although her father had stopped all the clocks apart from his watch the previous night, the clock inside her head reminded her of what little time her brother Derek had left. Tick tock, tick tock. Within a few hours, her brother would be executed for something he hadn't even done. The injustice of it all! Her eyes prickled and fire burned inside her. The flames leapt higher and higher, louder and louder until she couldn't hear herself think. As quick as a wink, it was gone. A cool breeze swept over her and cooled her down. What was the point in getting angry? Nothing could be done about it. Not one thing. The darkness whispered the horrible feelings she hated to admit: defeat, disappointment and discouragement. Iris turned over in her bed. She hoped that sleep would welcome her into its arms. No such luck. In her head, she saw various images. Images of her nine-year-old brother Derek sitting in a lonely cell, trapped inside his nineteen-year-old body. Images of his scared, petrified
Dear editor of Sugar magazine. Do you know what affect your magazine is having on teenage girls? Are you aware of the consequences?
Dear Sir or Madam, I am writing to you regarding my concern about your magazine, 'Sugar'. Firstly, I am a teenager, a girl. My name is Mary Kate and I am currently 14 years old. I was born in Newham, Britain. Thus, as a teenager, I have a very good understanding of what teenage girls like and what interests them. I was appalled when I saw the front cover of your magazine and could never have guessed it was for teenagers without reading the articles, puff and pug. Do you know what affect your magazine is having on teenage girls? Are you aware of the consequences? My first impression of the magazine was that it was utterly vulgar and very unpleasing for teenagers. I was absolutely disgusted and disappointed to see the magazine mainly about fashion and appearance. As a British teenager, I know that most girls like to take interest into fashion as surveys show 89% of teenage girls in Britain spend their savings on improving their appearance. However, the way in which you have portrayed this implies that this is the only aspect important in a girl's life. This is a stereotypical judgement! The content of the cover lines had really shocked me. In addition, you had claimed that your target audience were teenagers but I was unable to see any real teenage related issues that can help teenagers. Therefore I thought it was my duty to bring this to your attention. Nevertheless, I
English Short Story Coursework
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Original Writing, Tonight
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Compare Two Robert Frost Poems, The Road Not Taken & Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Compare Two Robert Frost Poems, Focusing On The Ideas That He Presents And How He Presents Them 'The Road Not Taken' and 'Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening' are two poems by the American poet Robert Frost. The poems were both written in the early 20th century and as a result contain many features, typical of a poem at that time. The poems concern an encounter with nature and similarly are both set in woods although one is an autumnal wood and the other, as the title of 'Stopping...On A Snowy Evening' suggests, is set in deepest winter. It is also known that one of these woods is set in England whereas the other is in America. Furthermore, the poems concern a journey or a travel of some sort. However the journey in 'The Road Not Taken' is undertaken on foot whilst the other is on horseback. Both poems are a first person narrative which suggests that it might be a personal experience of the writer, especially as they feature decisions that the narrator has to take. The ideas explored by Frost in the two poems contain many similarities and differences. As previously mentioned, both poems concern a journey. In 'The Road Not Taken' the narrator, possibly the poet himself, is faced with a fork in the path of a 'yellow' wood. He spends a while judging which path he should possibly take and there is the feeling that, whichever road he takes, it is for good and he can't turn back
Compare how the past reveals feelings about a place in Nothings Changed with the ways another poet reveals feelings about a place or places in one other poem.
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How does Tom Leonard present his Views about Language and Culture?
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