Imaginary Story Inspector Dixon could recognize slight scratch on the victim’s bracelet. Now he discovered the murderer of Mrs Watson. The only person who could make this scratch was... ‘NICKY!’ My name is Nicky, a seventeen years old college girl, who wants to be a detective in the future. It was a sunny and cloudless day. The library was very quiet. There were about sixteen people in library and two of them were looking for some books on the shelf beside me. My schoolmate, Sally Looney was looking at me in a dull and bored look. Her eyes were half closed and her ginger hairs were stuck to the end. No one might imagine she was a clever girl, who has achieved 12 A* grades in her GCSEs and 5 A grades in her AS-level. ‘Sally, Inspector Dixon was just about to say the name of the murderer, because he just discovered a scratch on the…’ ‘Nicky! I have called you more than three times! Are you listening to me?’ Sally replied in a bored voice and a girl from the other desk raised her head to find out the origin of disruption. ‘I am really bored. We have been in here for nearly 4 hours! I am hungry now.’ Sally was shouting at me with an eager look. There were nearly seven ridiculous books on Sally’s desk such as ‘Collection of classic novels’ and ‘Yellow Pages’. ‘Oh Sally, it’s because you are choosing boring books. Why are you reading Yellow Pages?’ I asked. ‘I like finding funny names and shops. Look, there is a special retailer selling stuff for Aliens. I should get something. How exciting it is!’ She began to spin her books using her head and two arms. ‘But, Sally, you should read something useful, Inspector Dixon was just…SALLY!’ ... ... middle of paper ... ... traffic congestion and we had to sort everything out. Do you know what you have done? Do you want to go to the prison?’ Mr Looney yelled angrily and Sally hid behind me. I could see Inspector Wilson’s slight grinning. ‘But you did a great job. Miss Fay Joyce is safe and no one got hurt. I was so worried. I am glad all of you are safe.’ Mr Looney smiled warmly and Sally was now relieved. ‘Dad, do we still have to go to prison?’ Sally asked in a shaking voice. ‘Well, I will sort everything out. Well done. You did an excellent job.’ Mr Looney said cheerfully, and Sally’s smile got stronger. Only Inspector Wilson looked disappointed and he began to scribble on his black diary again. I could see sunset on my way to home and suddenly wondered. Would that librarian allow me to find out the murderer of ‘The cottage of blood’?
She attended Kirkby Thore Primary School and then Appleby Grammar School and graduated from Cumbria Institute of Arts in 1999 with a BA in Journalism. Whilst she was studying at the Cumbria Institute of Arts she also worked on the Coronation Street set as an extra. Helen told me ‘It was a great way to see how TV works.’ I believe that this may have been quite boring for Helen as she may have only been on screen for a couple of minutes but it was a great way for her to make her mark on TV. It may have been boring but whilst she wasn’t acting she was observing how TV works and what different roles entail, for example, what the producer has to do, what the director has to do etc. This would have been a great way for Helen to decide which role she wishes to work in. Whilst studying at college she also volunteered at CFM Radio to gain some experience.
to San Jose State University and earned her B.A, she earn a double major in English
nothing to be afraid of and that there is no possibility of a major accident.
from the University of Victoria. She is a graduate of the Royal Roads University Master of Arts
Wanting to understand and be involved with putting the right criminal behind bars has always been a passion. Getting a better understanding of the criminal justice system explained how innocent can be convicted. During, this learning process it has been obvious that there are new and lethal forms of criminality, which can range from international terrorism to transnational syndicates.
In “The Truth about Stories”, Thomas King, demonstrate connection between the Native storytelling and the authentic world. He examines various themes in the stories such as; oppression, racism, identity and discrimination. He uses the creational stories and implies in to the world today and points out the racism and identity issues the Native people went through and are going through. The surroundings shape individuals’ life and a story plays vital roles. How one tells a story has huge impact on the listeners and readers. King uses sarcastic tone as he tells the current stories of Native people and his experiences. He points out to the events and incidents such as the government apologizing for the colonialism, however, words remains as they are and are not exchanged for actions. King continuously alerts the reader about taking actions towards change as people tend to be ignorant of what is going around them. At the end people give a simple reason that they were not aware of it. Thus, the author constantly reminds the readers that now they are aware of the issue so they do not have any reason to be ignorant.
Prison has held a place in our society for centuries. Throughout history, prisoners have been incapacitated in a vicious environment and that still rings true today. A person’s experience in prison can greatly vary. It may be a place of solace for those that are homeless because they have three meals and a bed to sleep in every night. However, it can be a nightmare for others who feel as though prison will ruin their future. It is an environment where a person is stripped of their free will. Due to overcrowding in prisons, inmate’s psychological strain, and prison officer cruelty through gladiator games and drug smuggling, proves that prison continues to be a brutalizing and debilitating experience for adult males in the United Kingdom.
Stories are a big part of the human race. From conceptualizing the birth of our race to nagging our parents to tell bedtime stories, our life is nothing but a series of stories. It is in human nature to narrate significant incidents of our lives to others. Storytelling as a method has been progressively used by various companies as a tool to connect with their employees and customers. It helps to build a bridge of loyalty, longevity, mutual trust and understanding and connection. Storytelling helps to get that instant personal connect. Stories are significant because they are inherent to human experience. By stories we pass on our accumulated wisdom, beliefs and values to the future generations.
each other in a panic it was are turn to go on the train when I hearded behind me a Boom . They
Daisy has an exceptional attendance record, she has attended the setting since nursery and has continuously been a full time
Imagination is one of the most powerful attributes a character can possess, and one of the most undervalued. In this day and age, materials seem to be desired by the majority of the people in our generation, whether it’d be elaborate clothing, advanced gadgets, or luxurious cars. We value the accessories that allow us to feel extravagant, rather than appreciating the remarkable abilities gifted to us by human nature. Because of this, the potency of imagination is neglected. However, what happens when we take those material goods away? What happens when we are left with nothing, only ourselves and our minds? This isolation from the material world gives us a chance to explore the possibilities that we disregard while we are blinded by it. With
It was picture day at Oak Grove East, and the third grade pictures were after lunch. Whoever thought that it would be okay to let third graders go out to recess and then come in for pictures after they’re all sweaty is just a complete idiot, but the pictures were after lunch. During recess, a couple of us enjoyed to play cops and robbers. That certain day, I was a cop. Zach Otten was a robber. I was chasing him to the left of the playground by the basketball hoop. When we were in third grade there was a lot of loose gravel by the basketball hoop closest to the playground.
"When will I see you again?" Nell whispered, her cold, pale hands clasped around Daniel's. Though she stared into his face, desperately trying to read him, Daniel didn't return her gaze either out of guilt or indifference. She couldn't tell. "If you won't tell me where you're goin', you'll at least tell me that." Daniel pulled his hand from Nell's grasp, stepping away to look out the window at the dry winter landscape, resting his hand on the table to his right. "I've got the right to know," she asserted, staring pleadingly at Daniel's distant profile. His face was that of a stranger's to her in that moment.
One calm morning I was sleeping like a baby. All of the sudden some loud, obnoxious noise wants to be rude and wake me up. I look out my window and see this giant metal thing, but I don't care and go back to sleep. As I try to go back to sleep all I hear is my neighbors screaming for their lives. So I stick my head out my window and yell at them to shut up. After I did that I hear someone banging on my door, so I get up and if it's my neighbors I'm ready to start swinging. I open the door and something weird walks in.
Miss Kerby, sitting behind a desk and asked her if she could tell me where this