Creative Story: Joseph I remember back in a church I used to live in this kid named Joseph. The year was, oh, I say 1935-36. He was such a delightful laid back kid when I first met him, He was always by himself playing jumping jacks and other games in which he could play by himself. He did not have to play by himself but he would for some reason always reject our offers that myself and the other kids there made to him. We would ask him if he would want to play tag or hide-and-go-seek but it was
Creative Story: Grandpa We were going to Las Vegas for vacation. I was looking foward to having a lot of fun there. When we finally got to Las Vegas,it felt like an oven jacked up all the way. When we got to the room it felt like when you open a refrigerator. Then we went to see all the major attractions, like Cesar's Palace, this was one of my favorites because when you go inside the roof looks like the sky inside of a building. I also took some pictures in front of the hotel near the
Creative Story: The Dark House by Tom-Inge Earlier today, John and I were taking a walk in the outskirts of the town, when we saw an old house on top of a hill. I wanted to take a closer look at it, but John looked a little spooked, and mumbled something about not wanting to go there. I convinced him that there was nothing to be afraid of, it's just an old house which haven't been occupied for a while, though I wasn't sure whether someone really was living there. We walked up the driveway, up to
Creative Story: My Golden Age Many people have their own Golden Ages. It is like a dream that a person would like to live out. Many of these dreams tend to be similar to a utopia, or a perfect world. Due to the fact that their Golden Age is a perfect world, most of these dreams are a little bit on the unrealistic side. Most of them never come true. However, I am not so picky. I would make the best attempt to make my life the best it could be, and also knowing that it could come true, and still
This isn’t happening. Things like this don’t happen to people like me. I sit on a log and look up at the canopy of trees hovering over me. I glance around, seeing only other confused faces glance at me. It’s quiet. The loudest quiet I’ve ever heard. My head floods with thought and I close my eyes, pushing back frantic images. I inhale my surroundings, trying desperately to make sense of the silent riot occurring all around me. My attention is drawn to a noise. My eyes wander, searching for the source
Creative Story: Day The World Turned Black Everyday the sun would rise and the moon would set and everybody would wake up to a new morning. Today was a special day in October, for the sun did not rise and the moon did not set and everyone woke to a full moon. During the night the sun had mysteriously vanished and this inscrutable incident enervated the most brilliant of minds . This caused aberrant behavior throughout the globe. Nevertheless there were a few vivacious individuals brave enough to
“...What?” Asami asked, believing that she must have misheard Korra. Asami blinked and kept her hands on the Avatar 's shoulders. “My nightmare Asami, it was about you or, more specifically, losing you.” Korra muttered softly, while staring down at the wooden floor boards. Her voice noticeably cracked at the word “you”. Asami, once again, took Korra 's cheeks in her hands and gently lifted her head up so that her tear-filled gaze meet Asami 's eyes. Asami softly wiped away the tears threatening
Alley's Story I grew up with animals. There was never a time in my life that I did not have at least three cats and two dogs. Sometimes, when the barn still stood on my neighbor's property, my mom would start working with another lady and they'd rescue the ferals, get them fixed, and find them homes. Whenever that happened, we'd end up with fifteen or twenty cats sometimes. Now, I have a cat I credit with saving my life. Here's Alley's story. When I got engaged and moved away from home, I had no
It started as a normal Monday morning; Emily crawled out of bed attempting not to wake her mother. She grabbed the tethered clothing that she had worn the day previously and began to dress. Every move she made seemed to echo the floor with creaks from the wood. She walked into the kitchen as if walking on red hot ash to make her mother coffee trying to avoid the usual routine beatings. Emily rushed out the door as she heard rustling coming from her mother’s room. She walked to the bus stop noticing
Some time ago there was an 18 year old girl named Angel, who possessed many talents that were not known to human beings. She had the talent to control everything with her brain as well as her physical being. But like any other gifted kid she was oblivious of her talents. Her mother ,Teresa, however knew all about her but had passed away when Angel was only three years of age. Angel had then moved in with her uncle and was destined to never know who she was until the day came when all was suddenly
I woke up in the morning and started picking feathers out of my hair and then out of their hair. The entire room was bathed in feathers. I couldn’t imagine, how one would even begin, to clean this up. David sat up and said, “Jesus Christ Charlie, what a mess you made.” We three sat there, looking at the destruction and laughing. “Let’s get out of here. I’ll handle the unfortunate death of the pillow at the front desk and pay for the cleanup.” David said. We showered, dressed and got our luggage
"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
Scary Story “Hey, what do you guys want to do. I’m so bored,” exclaimed Crystal. Crystal, Robbie, and Angela thought for a moment. “Movie?” asked Angela. “ No money,” Robbie said. They all thought, wondering what they could do. “ I know it, let’s go to that abandon house in the woods,” suggested Angela. Angela is a very bad influence. She sneaks out everyday and is in and out of jail. She has long blond hair, it looks almost white. She has brown eyes that glow. “I’m ok with that
Integrating Texts and Graphics into Your Writing My advice for students about integrating texts and graphics would be to figure out how to combine them most appropriately for what you want to convey, whether it be an informational article or a creative story. In most cases, especially in technical writing, the main purpose of graphics is to explain something faster or organize the information better. Last spring in technical writing, we focused a lot on how to use our graphics in our final proposal
There was always a new horizon to conquer for an intelligent species. The first was the domination of small areas of land. Those small areas expanded into larger areas, and soon a dominant species claimed dominion over their entire planet. When space travel first became possible, this process had repeated itself. At first they made small colonies on neighboring planets, and moons. Over the years the galaxy and beyond had been surveyed. Technology had evolved to a point of where the entire Local Group
It had fired and what's more connected! Just as his father had explained and promised it would. No expression of pain had been observed, merely drowsiness, as he'd also been told it would. James himself could have sworn blindly that the device hadn't gone off, but it simply must have. His father's brilliant contraption, so it would seem, had proven itself as being operational. But what about when the bully, who for all he knew could be beginning to stir right now, awakens to the fact that he'd been
It had been love at first sight, the day I met Tom. That stormy night so many years ago, I can remember every last detail of it. The second I’d seen him, our eyes had locked. He was tall, had chocolate brown hair and eyes I could stare into all day. I knew instantly I was in love. A mutual friend had seen the intent gaze we shared and introduced us. And from then on, everything just got better and better. It was like living a dream. He took me out to dinner, met my parents – they loved
do, what good would come of it? In an essay in her collection Colors of a Different Horse, Wendy Bishop says that composition teachers do indeed ìneed to be crossing the line between composition and creative writing far more often that we doî (Bishop 181). Bishop herself has taught both creative writing and composition, and has done both by entering the situation in the mindset of the other. She readily admits that she writes poetry (and not composition), yet she ìwas formally trained to teach
Creative Investigation Creativity is fundamental aspect of every designer, to see thing in a new and unusual way, finding unique solution for problems. It is also a gift of human being, which machine or computer cannot reproduced. However, the term 'creativity' has not been clearly defined yet. This essay discusses about the creative method, techniques and idea generation of a designer, Jonathan Ive, who is the principle designer of the iMac, iPod, and iPhone. Jonathan Ive was born in February
Critical Thinking Critical thinking can be defined in a numerous ways, but all the definitions agree that critical thinking is definitely thinking about thinking. Webster’s dictionary defines it as the mental process of actively and skillfully conceptualizing, applying, analyzing, synthesizing, and evaluating information to reach an answer or conclusion. It is important to understand critical thinking as well as be able to think critically when managing a business. Being able to think critically