The man’s mouth was set into a creased frown, his eyes lingering over the state of degradation the room had succumbed to. The walls were dark and ashen, the faded green wallpaper peeling off from where it still remained plastered over the cracked wood underneath. There were planks lost here and there among the floor—a perfect trap for the unsuspecting—and no amount of cheep, dirty rug made from polyester that attempted to falsify something akin to fur could provide redemption for it. Dust was rampant in every crook and cranny, which his nose had noticed at once with an insatiable tingle that he couldn’t simply sneeze out. The bed was tacky and plain; a white, yellow-stained mattress without a bed stand, covered by a gray, fumbled sheets and a single, white pillow. The only form of light was a halfway melted candle in a glass jar and a small, cracked window in the corner of the room that was smudged with something indecent. “Honestly, Mr. Miles. Couldn’t you pick your victims is a more decent abode?” the man inquired sourly as he pulled a pair of white, plastic gloves and slipped them on. He shook his head as he opened up his jacket to reveal an array of tools attached to the inside; an unusual mixture of cutting tools that would belong to a surgeon and then cleaning utilities that were better fit to a janitor’s toolbox. “Put a sock in it, Robert. S’not my fault the broad can’t afford a better place than a rundown apartment shack,” the man’s companion rumbled hoarsely, black eyes gazing over the prone form before him. With a scowl he spat on the body’s bloodied form, nearly mangled beyond recognition. “Is that really necessary? I already have enough work getting rid of your tools and fingerprints, but now you a... ... middle of paper ... ...ll kinds of fury. Robert gazed at the man before him, eyes empty now, “Yes, we are.” The door burst open and a flood of men cloaked in black and blue poured in, guns armed and ready as they charged and tackled the culprit to the floor. He did not resist, allowing them to bind his arms behind his back roughly and chain them with cuffs. A pair of shined boots came to stand in front of him and he looked up into the cold, but victorious gaze of the Sheriff himself. “Robert Miles, you are under arrest for the murders of twenty people, men and woman,” the officer hissed, and the grimy, thin man, his clothes stained with blood, was hauled to his feet and dragged from the room. If anyone had expected resistance, they would have been surprised to find the man willingly walked with them, and even more so would have been the complacent smile on the man’s bearded mug.
In 2009 Chimamanda Adichie gave a TED talk about the ‘danger of a single story’. A single story meaning, one thought or one example of a person becoming what we think about all people that fit that description, a stereotype if you will. In today’s America, I believe that we have all felt the wave of stereotypical views at some point or another. Adichie gives many relatable examples throughout her life of how she has been affected by the single story. Her story brings about an issue that all humans, from every inch of the earth, have come to understand on some level. A young child reading only foreign books, a domestic helper that she only perceived as poor. Her college roommates single story about Africans and her own formation of a single
She sucked in her cheeks but stared past him and said nothing. Anders saw that the other woman her friend, was looking in the same direction. And then the tellers stopped what they were doing, and the customers slowly turned, and silence came over the bank. Two men wearing black ski masks and blue business suits were standing to the side of the door. One of them had a pistol pressed against the guard’s neck. The guard’s eyes were closed, and his lips were moving. The other man had a sawed-off shotgun. “Keep your big mouth shut!” the man with the pistol said, though no one had spoken a word. “One of you tellers hits the alarm, you’re all dead meat. Got it?”
“The trial was brought to a speedy conclusion. Not only did Judge Evans find the twelve guilty, fine them $100 each, and committed them to jail, but five people in the courtroom who had served as witnesses for the defense arrested. […] The police were then instructed to transfer the seventeen prisoners that night to the county jail”(30).
“Prodigy” is an exciting post apocalyptic science fiction novel written by Marie Lu. It is told by the two protagonists, Day and June. They attempt to discover the truth about the rebels they are working with, and The Republic. The Republic is their main form of government who killed both of Day and June’s families. They find that the leader of the patriots, and the antagonist of “Prodigy” is planning to become the Elector; the main leader of The Republic. Day and June travel throughout the plague swept Vegas, and the flooded west coast seeking safety from the wars. Marie Lu has written a wonderful 347 page novel filled with courageous characters, who must face many dangerous obstacles. The reader will be astonished by the resolution of the book, and will be left with a powerful theme.
Creativity is a hard phenomenon to be measured, for it is a complex concept that encompasses a lot of domains; it is not specific to a certain field, rather it is manifested in different ways. Throughout the years, researches have tried to come up with a variety of methods to assess the occurrence and the development of the creative abilities individuals possess, each depending on a different perspective. As mentioned in the previous sections, creativity was considered an exceptional gift only certain people are endowed with, the reason why, at that time, there was no need for assessment, for it was recognized through the exceptional achievement of those “exceptional individuals”; their outcome is sufficient to tell how creative they are. Barboot,
Writing a novel is a illusory tale style. It illuminates truth that delivers compassion in worlds that are completely fictional. No one is born as a writer. Do you believe that we are capable to be writers? It may be impossible as it may look but yes. If you have the enthusiasm for it, strive to make it happen. Writing a novel is easy as writing ABC. Writing a novel is not a very complex thing. It is just like painting, cooking and drawing. It is a skill. Your thought is all that it needs to get it started. The hard part is how you will make it than it really is.
A Creativity Researcher For More Than 30 Years, ihaly Csikszentmihalyi Is A Professor Of Human Development And Education In The Department Of Psychology At The University Of Chicago. He Has Written 13 Books, Including The Best-Seller Flow: The Psychology Of Optimal Experience (Harper Collins, 1991). Here Are Highlights Of His Books “Creativity”. This Book Is About What Makes Life Worth Living. The Creative Excitement Of The Artist At Her Easel Or The Scientist In The Lab Comes As Close To The Ideal Fulfillment As We All Hope To, And So Rarely Do. Professor Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi Interviewed More Then Ninety Of Possibly The Most Interesting People In The World - People Like Actor Ed Asner, Authors Robertson Davies And Nadine Gordimer, Scientist Jonas Salk And Linus Pauling, Senator Eugene Mccarthy - Who Have Changed The Way People In Their Fields Think And Work To Find Out How Creativity Has Been A Force In Their Lives. The Author Defines Creativity In A Mode He Designates As “Capital C”, Distinct From Individual Creative Impulses Or Acts That Occur Without Initiating Significant Cultural Change. The Creativity With A Capital C That Is Of Interest To Csikszentmihalyi Is The Act Of Creativity By Which Culture And Cultural Evolution Are Seminally Altered. What Made Galileo And Einstein Think Otherwise And But Couldn’t It Be This? What If They Hadn’t? They Aren’t Around To Ask. But There Are Others Who Are. Creativity Provides A Groundbreaking Overview Of Those Characteristics Shared By Some Of The Most Extraordinary Visionaries Of Our Most Recent Century, Painstakingly Gleaned From Hundreds Of Hours Of Personal Interviews. Finally, It Proposes Ways In Which We Can Capitalize On These Commonalities In Order To Further Creativity In O...
“There was an attempted robbery in Westbrook this morning,” Titus told the two knights. “What happened?” one of them asked. “Someone tried to steal a vendor's money pouch and run away,” Titus Said. “Did anyone catch the scoundrel?” Sir Hamilton asked. “Yes, they did," the boy said, “It seems he tripped and fell.” “And, before he could get up and run away, he was surrounded by the townspeople and the other merchants. “Services him right,” said Sir Switzer.
“What in blazes is that smell coming from?” Rowan asked when he doubled over, gagging. “That my friend is a homeless person,” Argentum stated matter-of-factly. “A homeless person by this bank?” Rowan blurted. “Yeah, what about it?” Officer Kyung wondered aloud. “He may have been a witness to this break in” Rowan replied. “We may as well go interview him just in case.” It turned out that the person’s name was Arthur and he in fact had seen the robbery. “How many people were they? Could you see their gender? How old did they…..” Argentum asked before Rowan interrupted, “Please pardon my companion, we are detectives and would appreciate if you could tell us what you saw last night.” “There were three of them, one girl and two boys. They looked about 25 or so,” Arthur croaked. “Tall, and knew how to hide.” Producing small bag and dumping it out, a deep green emerald set in platinum with diamond inlay. “Check the sewers,” Kyung ordered. “We found bags!,” someone yelled
During this semester the class studied three novels. The first, killing Mr.Griffin, was about five students who prank kidnap their English teacher which results in unexpected consequences the Second, Go Ask Alice, was about was about an emotional, distressed adolescents girl who experiences an emotional downward spiral which eventually leads to her death. Finally, One Way is about an adolescents boy entangled in legal problems as a result of an unfortunate accident with his "ex" girlfriend. The main theme of all three novels is conflict. This essay will examine conflict in terms of man vs himself, man vs man and finally man vs nature.
One can say that a person with a good combination of analytical, practical and creative intelligence is inclined to perform better in most pursuits in life. These types of intelligence are the key to underlying skills and abilities that will direct us to competent, accomplishing and productive life. For instance, as a chief executive officer, a top-ranking corporate position, who is responsible for running the company and often the company 's president, he may possess one or two of these types of intelligence. He may be analytical, defined as a traditional belief of intelligence that involves abstract and logical thinking, strategizing and focused attention (Sternberg), because he utilizes his knowledge to outline his goals for the business
It was 9:00 on a dark and dreary night in October when Mindy and Mandy crept slowly up the stairs to check on their little brother Max. Mandy was very upset over the fact of having to check on her little brother when she wanted to sleep. However, Mindy wanted to make sure he was asleep, and she dragged Mandy along for company.
“It’s parked in the driveway, I drove us here. Your keys are near the front door. Will I see you round?”
Creativity, it’s a broad topic of just new things and ideas among people. The definition of creativity is the use of the imagination or original ideas, especially in the production of an artistic work. PBS describes creativity as, “The new ideas and new connections between ideas, and ways to solve problems in any field or realm of our lives. The concept of creativity is often hard to grasp because creativity isn 't a tangible thing its just and idea. Also, because it’s hard to differ between a truly original idea and an idea that is just shaped from others. With all this being said, it can be hard to figure out where creativity comes from.
Taking a creative writing class was a good way for me to express my thoughts and feelings onto paper, as well as read my other classmates stories. Reading stories created by other people lead me into their mind brain to experience what type of writer they were, it was an overall exquisite class. I believe that every person has a way of expressing who they are through writing stories of their own, fiction is the best way to express your creative imagination. This class that I took for two years helped me become a better writer and helped me understand the types of writers we have.