Above and Beyond - The return
Above and Beyond THe return Kaley Embry was keeping an eye on the man following her through the department store. She kept telling herself that she should run to the protection of her sister, but Nina would call security and Kaley wasn't sure she wanted that. The man's presence had Kaley feeling like she'd been drugged. At least he was keeping his distance, and though his aura was almost pure black there was that pinpoint of light right in the centre. Also, if Nina called security on the man, Griffin would be the one to come to the rescue and probably cause an unwanted scene. So Kaley allowed for the man to remain in his meandering path behind her. Every time she would stop, she could feel him stop and it made her want to laugh. Kaley wanted to remind herself that she shouldn't act like this was an innocent game. Stalking now a days was serious. Then Kaley did laugh; she couldn't stop the giggles. When she turned around, the man was standing by the escalator watching her with intent black eyes. Kaley was silenced by his heavy stare. Fear came creeping across the floor to her shoes, and made its way up to her face with prickly tentacles. Without a warning the man's sour face transformed into a grin. Kaley stood frozen as she watched him turn onto the escalator and ride it down to the lower level. here was Griffin when you needed him? She thought. Griffin and his pure white
An inspector calls
"What is the role and purpose of the inspector in Priestley's 'An inspector calls'? Analyse this characters central role and explain Priestley's ideas." John Boynton Priestley was born within the city of Bradford on the 13th of September 1894. His childhood consisted of many major historical events, including the First World War in the period of 1914 - 1918, within this period he would have been 20, he served on the front line, and this life experience could have left Priestly with long-term mind like effects. Before the war his mother died, and collectively these two major events could have made him unstable or unsure of position within the world. You could describe his life as war, marriage and tragedy. Throughout his lifetime priestly wrote a number of novels, plays and other texts, mainly containing and expressing his own beliefs and experiences. As an individual he believed very much in capitalism and everybody living within there own success, benefiting from their own profits. Priestley was very left wing, whereas he disagrees with the right wing policies and prefers policies that are of a different extreme. This left wing attitude made up his main and general characteristic, which was that of someone expressing their views, his membership of the socialist party allowed him to do exactly this and share in other people's societal beliefs and views. This idea of
The Journeyman.
The Journeyman Prologue There's a darkened sky before me There's no time to prepare Salvage a last horizon - No More Lies With a gasp, he threw himself past the surface and breathed a breath of fresh air. Panic rushed throughout his body as he found himself dragged back under. Electric yellow tendrils forked out into his vision and flickered out of existence, only to be replaced by more. He struggled against the invisible force holding him down, fighting to find his way to the surface to suck in the sweet, precious air from above. It was over in moments. The tendrils vanished, the invisible force disappeared, and the panic evaporated. It was disorientating, to have struggled so valiantly, only to be forced further down, and then to be let up again. For a moment, he let himself float on the...what was it? Water? Then why couldn't he see it or feel it? More to the point, why couldn't he see or feel anything? Chapter One Weaving a thread round your heart and your soul Deceiving your eyes and delaying your goal Ships in the night when they pass out of sight Deliver their cargo of earthly delights - Gates of Tomorrow On the twenty-fourth day of the eighteenth month of the four-hundred-and-sixtieth year since the Nicaragua pact was created on Earth, Queen Leahcar Hades of Calandia gave birth to a baby girl, Baneya. It was a day of great joy, and the streets were
The Minister's Black Veil.
THE MINISTER'S BLACK VEIL The Sexton stood in the porch of Milford meetinghouse, pulling busily at the bell rope. The old people of the village came stooping along the street. Children, with bright faces, tripped merrily beside their parents, or mimicked a graver gait, in the conscious dignity of their Sunday clothes. Spruce bachelors looked sidelong at the pretty maidens, and fancied that the Sabbath sunshine made them prettier than on weekdays. When the throng had mostly streamed into the porch, the sexton began to toll the bell, keeping his eye on the Reverend Mr. Hooper's door. The first glimpse of the clergyman's figure was the signal for the bell to cease its summons. "But what has good Parson Hooper got upon his face?" cried the sexton in astonishment. All within hearing immediately turned about, and beheld the semblance of Mr. Hooper, pacing slowly his meditative way toward the meetinghouse. With one accord they started, expressing more wonder than if some strange minister were coming to dust the. Cushions of Mr. Hooper's pulpit. "Are you sure it is our parson?" inquired Goodman Gray of the sexton. "Of a certainty it is good Mr. Hooper," replied the sexton. "He was to have exchanged pulpits with Parson Shute, of Westbury; but Parson Shute sent to excuse himself yesterday, being to preach a funeral sermon." The cause of so much amazement may appear
Love is just a dream. Dreams are not reality?
Dreams, they can be funny, romantic or thrilling. But what about real? Life would be just ideal wouldn't it if these dreams, these desires were actually genuine? We could have whatever we want. However, what if the case was we didn't want these dreams to be true but somehow these visions were slowly by degrees becoming reality, affecting our lives forever? This might seem bizarre but it can be true, like it was for a 17 year old just a few years back................... "Samir, leave me alone you're creeping me out," screamed Catherine, "But I love you and I am not leaving you alone. I've done so much for you, bought you so many things, gave you all my heart, can't you at least say you love me?" cried Samir. "Love you, how can I love you? Look at yourself. You, you don't even have any friends for god's sake. Just don't come near me, ANYMORE!" "I don't need any friends. When I have you, it is as if I have the whole world with me. I'll do anything, just don't leave me please." Samir carried on crying, seeking for at least a gaze or a beautiful smile from his much-loved Catherine, hinting that she at least cared for him, but she didn't look back, not once. She just carried on walking down the long and dusty street. Samir just stood there, still eager for her to look back. He stared and stared until she was finally out of sight. He turned back with tears still dropping from his
Choices - creative writing
Choices Life is full of choices. Kelly, my best friend, made many choices; life altering choices. It sculpted the rest of her entire life. I, Karmen, was standing by her. Whatever happened to her. She was the only girl I had ever known who had the ability to hurt me, make me cry, make me loathe her, but still deep down, let me love her. Of course in this day and age some mocked our friendship; perceived it as something more. However, only we knew what we meant to each other. She was my life; she was like a sister to me. Our friendship undeniably was not the easiest, but whose is? Despite all of this, I loved Kelly Mainers more than anything in my life. Let me start from the beginning. Seven years to the day, I met Kelly. It was a cloudless day, at the beginning of September, it was apparent by the looks on everyone's faces that none of us wanted to be there. The weather was showing no signs of cooling, so it felt like we were attending school in the middle of summer. I noticed this girl waving her parents good bye at the gates of Whitmore Girls. She had a thought provoking face. Long brown hair outlined her heart shaped face, and her vivid bright green eyes were the focus. She caught me staring and smiled, I did the same. We were eleven and young, fresh out of junior school, we just thought of each other as people to talk to. After a while our friendship
-With detailed reference to Act 1 Scene 5 of Romeo and Juliet, explain how Baz Luhrmann has adapted the scene to appeal to a modern audience.
-With detailed reference to Act 1 Scene 5 of Romeo and Juliet, explain how Baz Luhrmann has adapted the scene to appeal to a modern audience. Romeo and Juliet, written in 1595 by William Shakespeare is now studied and respected by people of all ages, in 1997 the play was modernised and adapted by Baz Luhrmann into a box office hit. He succeeded in his aim of creating Shakespeare to appeal to a younger and wider range audience, Luhrmann kept the Shakespearean language, twisted with modernised society in such a way that Shakespeare became easily understood. Guns, cars, violence and drugs were used and included to appeal to a younger audience so that they became interested in Shakespeare. My personal response to this adaptation was positive, I myself found Shakespeare quite hard to understand at times, and to have a modernised film to watch, I believe it was a great choice. With a good selection of settings and characters, such as Leonardo DiCaprio, I think that the film for me was very successful; it identified the issues of the play in an understandable way for this generation. Some historians and researchers believe that Romeo and Juliet was based on a real Italian love story from the 3rd century, and the "real families" were named the Capeletti and the Montecci, however Shakespeare based his plot on the poem written by Arthur Brooke in 1562. Romeo and Juliet was set in a
Ace Of Spades
Ace of Spades Isn't it amazing how the human mind works? 80% water and 20% pink goo, yet this simple combination can condemn millions, or even save millions. Good and evil. Just a couple of twisted wires. One twist, one turn can be salvation.....or damnation. Southern London wasn't exactly Europe's hot-spot tourist destination, but the sheer density of people in The Wet Dog made it seem so; but maybe the blame lay firmly with the weather in that respect. The moon seemed to hold sway, his eerie opal light cheerily taking over from the clearly abused streetlights. In his elation at being the only light source, the moon failed to notice the clouds, which were hanging over him like a pestilence, slowly soaking up his light, and so, the streets of Southern London became dark and senseless. The wind though, wasn't affected, she swept past The Wet Dog humming her sad lament, and picking up various beer cans and throwing them a good few yards, one hit the door of The Wet Dog, which went unnoticed by the crowd inside The Wet Dog. The Barman of The Wet Dog was a simple soul. He had the full package, good job, nice house, free beer, and of course, complete with a stamp and a good portion of yellow ribbon, kids and a wife who seemed to exist just to clean up his and the kids mess. He liked his punters; not just because they gave him fistfuls of cash, he felt he could relate to them, he
The Haunted House
The Haunted House CHAPTER 1 "Oh man, where the hell is he? He was meant to be here by ten. He's bloody half an hour late," whined Marco, repeatedly looking at his watch. We (Marco, Tina and I) waited impatiently for Kurt in the dark and gloomy backstreet behind the park. It was damp and cold, with a mild wind blowing. We stood shivering. I was angry with Kurt for being late but I was at the same time scared, scared if he'd been caught. I knew Kurt; he was clever but this was dangerous business. If he'd got caught, we'd end up in the local police station and our parents screaming at us. But most of all, they'd be looking at me with disappointment. I can stand a lot of things but not my parents' disappointment in me. They've done a lot for me. I know most parents do but my parents have gone beyond the bounds for me, making a lot of sacrifices and changes. It kills me when I see them hurt and upset. I looked at my watch. It was just past eleven and Kurt still hadn't arrived. It was the day before Christmas Eve. We were planning to spend Christmas drinking and smoking marijuana but we live in a small enclosed area and it's a little like Albert Square: things get around quick. That is why we planned to spend the night outside our area in an old house situated in a desolated place somewhere about an hour from our area. It belonged to Kurt's uncle who never used it. Kurt
Creative Writing Coursework : Armageddon
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