My World - Original Writing
Trapped in a world of my own, with no way of getting out. My mind is
empty but I still hear the screams of Emily, my baby, in the
background. It’s dark now, though it isn’t late. My flat is high up
though I can still make out the trees below which are lit up by the
street lights. I feel alone but not afraid. I wander across the room
and take Emily into my arms. I am not alone but I still feel lonely. I
haven’t come out of the flat since I returned. I can’t use the lifts
because they have been vandalised and I can’t face trying to get up
and down twenty flights of stairs with Emily and all my shopping. I
don’t think I will ever be able to get a job though because I had to
leave school at sixteen, because of Emily. I will run out of money
soon. I don’t want to end up living in the dump with all its other
inhabitants which I can see from my window. I hope I can find someway
of keeping the flat. I’m sure everything will be alright in the end,
it always is.
Emily is asleep now. I am tired too, I wish I could sleep but my mind
is too worried to relax. I sit on the floor staring at the carpet;
muddy and worn down, it sits like a puddle in my empty mind. I pull
myself up and look out through the window. The streams of rain run
down the glass, slowing down before reaching the bottom, leaving a
lake on the window sill. I sigh loudly and the window clouds up in
front of me. I slowly reach forward and touch the window, my
fingertips feel tender and the cold runs down my spine. I take my hand
away, leaving a mark on the window which faded slowly. I rest my head
on my knees and I fall into a daze, staring aimlessly out of the
window.
I snapped back to reality as Emily started screaming again.
O’Connor himself wasn’t partially physically intimidating. This fact became abundantly clear once he stepped off his chair and approached me. While not necessarily short in stature, his seat gave him an extra few inches compared to his natural stance.
and soon I was sleeping. I spent a great deal of time asleep over the
Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment incorporates the significance of murder into the novel through a multitude of levels. The act of killing is not only used to further the plot point of the novel, but also offers insight to the reader of Raskolnikov’s ideology and psyche. This is portrayed through both his initial logic and reasoning behind the plotting of the crime, as well as through his immediate and long term reactions after killing Alyona Ivanovna. The emotional and physical responses instilled in Raskolnikov after killing Alyona Ivanovna as well as his justification for doing so helps illustrate his utilitarianism by offering accurate insight into the character’s moral values. These reactions also serve to show the instability of Raskolnikov’s character due to his changing emotions from being completely justified as the ubermensch to showing a sense of great regret. By including the act of killing, Dostoevsky further develops Raskolnikov’s character, and provides another level of detail to readers concerning his ideology and beliefs prior to his actions.
In the hilarious “just keepin’ it real” style novel, If This World Were Mine, by E. Lynn Harris, a group of friends decide to start a journal club, like they did back in their college English class. This story is told by each and all takes place in the 90's around the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays.
In her work, “This is Our World,” Dorothy Allison shares her perspective of how she views the world as we know it. She has a very vivid past with searing memories of her childhood. She lives her life – her reality – because of the past, despite how much she wishes it never happened. She finds little restitution in her writings, but she continues with them to “provoke more questions” (Allison 158) and makes the readers “think about what [they] rarely want to think about at all” (158).
Martha and I sat beside Emily as the ambulance took her to the hospital. We tried to wake her up, but she barely responded. It was like Emily was asleep for the first time in days.
himself. It was the last lot on the bay at the end of the road that
Original Writing - The Conflict He could hardly see anything. It was dark, wet and the
Sleeping is something that is an essential part of human nature and is a must in order for one to be a functional human being. Sleep is an idea that is accompanied by many wives’ tales, including the idea that one needs seven to eight hours of sleep each night and alcohol helps one fall asleep and sleep more soundly. One myth about sleep is that during sleep, one is in a state of nothingness. In truth, however, it has been discovered that during sleep the brain is active, variations in heartbeat and breathing occur, and the eyes and ears are active throughout the time of sleep. These activities during a person’s sleep are important because they help that person be more aware, awake, and alert during sleep.
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.
I’m exhausted. I want to sleep. I want to. Sometimes, I wonder if Quinn can hear my thoughts. I’m up all night. The clock says 11:58, then
Owen and put his hand over his mouth Owen tried to shout his Mum but
you can just see. The background has all trees - the start of a forest
As the kid went into the candy store, the reaction of his face was priceless. Like all kids in a candy store, his eyes livened up and his mouth drooled. It was kind of amusing to watch, but the grandparents loved every second of it. They knew that as the kid grew older, he would go his separate way and would not be as close to them. They wanted to cherish the moment, enjoy every little detail about the boy, and spend as much time with him before he would “leave the nest.”
…..War was severe. We had no food for more than a day. It was very