For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece
primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an
interest into historical and political persuasions.
I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult
who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also
wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within
this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story
consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I
picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories
concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being
a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
I was inspired to write a story of this nature after watching Luc
Besson’s ‘The Professional’, alongside reading material from Robert
Harris, such as ‘Archangel’, ‘Fatherland’ and ‘Enigma’. I had previous
experience reading this genre and being a big fan of Robert Ludlum I
wanted to emulate the thrill I experienced from his work, in my own.
To gain a firmer understanding of the style I would be pursuing I
began to view examples of historical references from encyclopedias and
journals and I also read books of historical sub-genre.
This is my final draft of this piece and I have made various
alterations from the previous drafts to enhance it. In general the
changes were simple things such as correcting spelling and
punctuation, slightly more significant was the rewording of concluding
paragraphs to make it tidier and read or flow better. The most salient
modification was trimming the use of figurative language; its use
brings visual framework to the piece however overdoing it resulted in
an awkward read.
The changes I have made were a result of feedback I had attained from
my friends, family and potential audiences who read my first drafts
and gave me their honest opinions regarding it. I consider the changes
I have made prior to completion have certainly improved the final
Academic colleagues like, David Greenburg, would have been exasperated, part from envy of McCullough’s ability in not only story telling but to sell and he would object to the approach of this book. The colleagues would tear at the lack of compelling rationale for an overused topic, as well as the scene setting, and meager analysis.
An example of literature is brought up, where for no apparent reason the historical novel became a popular genre and everyone was reading and writing them despite the fact that the genre had been around for a very long time. He used this example to give a concrete example if his idea, and it appeals to the audience’s
In the world of literature, there are many themes that exist in a variety of genres. In the Gettysburg Address, a speech made by 16th president, Abraham Lincoln, Lincoln tries to reassure listeners that the country’s problems will be resolved in the midst of war. The American Civil War has caused many domestic issues, provoking panic from the general public. George J. Mitchell’s opinion essay, Peace isn’t Impossible, attempts to convince readers that the conflicts and tensions in Northern Ireland should end as soon as possible. Catholics and Protestants, to this day, are in tensions and turmoil, over the topic of religion. The visual, A Man Knows a Man, drawn by an unknown artist, tries to convey the union of the North and South after the American Civil War. In the war, the North and South divided over states’ rights and slavery debates. Lastly, Liam O’Flaherty’s short story The Sniper, illustrates the events that take place two brothers, on opposing sides, during the Irish Civil War. The main character, the Republican sniper, favors independent rule by the Irish, while the brother, who is a Free-Stater, favors the division of Ireland by the British.
“Men, for many of you, today is your first day training as a Knight of Camelot,” said Prince Arthur to the group standing before him. “And be grateful you’re not stuck in a torrential downpour as I was on my first day of training here on this very field. The sun is shining and I plan to work you hard.”
“ you can't go looking for him Elena we told you about this Klaus thinks you're dead and we'd like to keep it that way ” Tyler said as we were all at the Salvatore house trying to get everything ready for the party tonight.
"Ok, now let's see what you can do with this pistol alright" I gave her five shells to load and told her, "always leave the hammer on an empty chamber for your safety" I stood behind her and watched as she took aim not expecting her to hit any of the targets. Boy was I wrong, with every shot a target flew through the air with a hole dead center. After she unloaded the pistol she motioned for me to give her more ammo. I gave her five more shells, she loaded the gun, aimed and fired with the same results. After this round was over I motioned for her to sit down a minute. Brenda was smiling and said, "how did I do" "You were great and where did you learn to shoot that way" I use to target pratice, remember I told you that" "yes I remember, but did not expect you to be so good" "Big things come in small packages she laughed. I laughed with her and said, "let's see how you do with a rifle now" I walked out about two-hundred feet and set up four targets for her and said, "all your's" Brenda steadied herself and aimed, missed the first one, raised the rifle again, and took a shot. The target went flying through the air flipping over and over. "Not bad, now and let's see if you can keep it going" I told her. She hit the other two and raised the rifle again, and I stopped her and said, "what are you shooting at" "The one I missed of course" The other target she hit knocked the down she missed so I let her have her way. She cocked the rifle, brought it up to aim and fired. Sure enough that target went down. "You are amazing and is there anything else I do not know about you smiling" "Oh there is a lot but that would take the mystery of of it wouldn't it", grinning. "I suppose and we have plenty of time to find out those things my dear" As we walked back to the cabin we held hands like two lovers that were sneaking around behind their parents back. The rest of the day we just sat on the porch and made small talk with one another. Every-now-and-then she would look at me and smile. Brenda started humming a little tune and I watched her rocking back and forth keeping time to it.
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
“Ring...ring...ring…” Morgan’s phone went, early that Saturday morning as her teammates started texting her about the big game today. She obviously didn’t care about the game yet because she was still deciding whether or not she should get out of bed. But then, Morgan quickly glanced at her phone and walked into the kitchen to see her dad cooking her favorite before games, bacon and eggs. She sat at the table waiting for some food while her mom and brother were still asleep. Her father, Ryan, lifted his head to see Morgan getting her uniform out of the dryer before announcing, “The food is ready, Morgan!” with a smile on his face. Morgan set down her uniform and sprinted toward the table with food on it. She gobbled up her food, then went to
My Papa says I have a special gift, she told me it isn’t normal to see the things I see. Purple sounds like low deep G note (papa taught me the piano keys). The sound of birds chirping looks like blurry yellow blob, repetitively, following the beat of each chirp; they taste also taste like sunflower seeds. I like eating Bird Chirps.
I am Katelyn Zdanowicz sister of Becca and daughter of Amy. Austin is not really family, so we are planning on killing him soon. We are going on a trip to the New World. Everybody is packed and ready for the trip to the New World. We don’t know how long it will be, so we brought a lot of supplies to keep us alive such as a giant blanket, medicine, a needle and thread, seeds, food, water, fishing equipment, tools, knives, rubbing alcohol, dishes, and candles. We need to kill Austin on the ship so we don’t waste any supplies on him. We have extra supplies in his suitcase because all he wanted to bring was alcohol. We need board in the morning at 8:00 sharp, so we need to board the ship called the Speedwell soon so we can meet up with the Mayflower for our journey. The Speedwell is going to take us there, but we hear that it is leaking, so I don’t know if we will make it the whole way without going on the Mayflower.
The two ninjas were barely moving as they ate their dinner. Kakashi sighed. "Looks like those two wore themselves out from using too much chakra. I told you to train, but not train from dawn to dusk. I'm assuming that you managed to learn most of the jutsu from the scrolls?"
I was drifting off to sleep when I heard a knock at the door. I unlocked the door and opened it, only to find a masked man standing before me. Suddenly, a punch was thrown at me, and I fell to the ground. My vision started to blur and I started to lose consciousness. The darkness crept across my eyes slowly until everything was completely black.
In the twelve years I was in school, I learn three forms of writing, essay, letters, and stories. My favorite form of writing is creative writing. My least favorite is writing a letter. The reason I prefer creative writing over the other, form is because I have the freedom to make up anything. The reason I dislike writing letter is because many letters have different formats. For example, I can’t uses the friendly letter format on a business letter; I would have to use block format. Even though I prefer creative writing, my most commonly used skill is to write essays. Though, I may find essay writing a chore, I still prefer it over letter writing. Among these books I still read The Odyssey and Macbeth, for inspiration.
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.
There are many reasons to write. Entreating by writing a story, informing by writing a letter and persuading by writing an essay. I started to learn how to read and write in elementary school. As I got older and further in my education I got better at reading and writing. My favorite kind of writing is creative writing. Elementary school taught me how to write essays. Middle school taught me how to write letters. High school taught me how to write a story. Elementary, middle, and high school where very important in my writing development.