Lifeless - Original Writing "Come on, you've been in the bathroom for nearly an hour. I thought you were a boy, not a girl," I screamed at Nathan. It got to about an hour and a half when I stared to really worry. I called for mum and dad, "Mum, dad he's been in the bathroom for nearly an hour and a half, I'm starting to worry." Dad decided to knock the door down, when he did we found Nathan sitting on the toilet seat, with a bottle of sleeping pills by his foot. "Nath, Nath! Kelly ring for an ambulance I think he's taken an overdose! Hurry!" mum shouted to me, in tying in vain to wake my brother's lifeless body. "Hello the ambulance service, how may I help you?" said the operator on the other side. "Yeah, um it's my brother; I think he's taken an overdose!" I shouted down the telephone line. "OK. Can I have your address please?" The women on the other side asked me. "It's 26, Primrose Avenue, Birmingham. What do I do?" I asked her. "Go and get the bottle and tell me how many tablets are left in there also how many it says there should be in it," I ran to the bathroom, stumbling as I did, "Mum pass me the bottle, quick. Hello, right there's only 3 left in the bottle and it says there should be 16," I told the operator, holding back the tears as I knew if I stated to cry, mum would follow. "OK, I want you to put him on the recovery position and wait for the ambulance to come. It should be there in 2 minutes. Bye." The minutes seemed like hours then I heard the sirens of the ambulance. Dad ran to the door and filled them in on everything that had happened. "How old is Nathan?" asked the male paramedic, checking his pulse as he did, I told him. The next thing I knew they'd tied him to a stretcher and were putting him in the back of the ambulance.
reluctant, but finally agreed to go. As she was heading out the door her mother told her,
Over the summer break I read two different books, The Martian by Andy Weir and Touching the Void by Joe Simpson. Despite their different genres these two books manage to share the similarity of being survival stories. One book is about an abandoned astronaut on Mars trying to ensure his own survival; the other is about two climbers trying to survive their treacherous climb of Siula Grande in the Peruvian Andes. Both stories have equally as high stakes but they are handled very differently by their authors. The theme of The Martian by Andy Weir exhibits several important similarities to the central idea of Touching the Void.
Dead Poet Society showed the qualities and beliefs of the characters as the movie progressed; which allowed for correlation with Camus’ Absurd Man to occur. Albert Camus believed there were 3 modes of Absurd Man, which were Don Juan (The Lover or Seducer), The Actor and The Conqueror. In fact, these 3 models of Camus’ Absurd Man had been in Dead Poet Society, as Charlie Dalton was the Don Juan, as he loved Chris, Neil Perry was the Actor as he had a love for theater and then the Conqueror who is John Keating as he controls the students on what to do.
Now see my mom tried to be strong, my brother died, didn't wanna see her cry
the rain was pelting down on my head. My car had just broken down in
not to cry, Sarah wouldn't of wanted me to, she was all I could think
Nihilism- Original Writing Nihilism as a philosophical position is the view that the world, and especially human existence, is without meaning, purpose, comprehensible truth, or essential value. It is more often a charge leveled against a particular idea than a position to which someone is overtly subscribed. Movements such as Dada, Deconstructionism, and punk/black metal/ death metal/ metal/goth have been described by various observers as "nihilist". Nihilism is also a characteristic that has been ascribed to time periods: for example, Baudrillard has called postmodernity a nihilistic epoch, and some Christian theologians and figures of authority assert that modernity and postmodernity represent the rejection of God, and therefore are nihilist.
Everything was blurry, my ears hurt still from the ringing. Then my vision started to clear. He looked like one of the castle
Just across the park is a Cemetery. Every night when the park closes, the Cemetery would mysteriously open its gates whenever the clock hits nine. At that time, a storm of clouds cast a dark shadow on the Cemetery. A dimly lit shade of red coming from the moon would also cast itself onto the clouds and area as a whole. When the clock hits ten, screams of the dead can be heard coming from each individual grave stone. The ground will also begin to heat it, as the pavement’s boiling grounds are reminiscent of the fiery pits of hell. Suddenly as the clock hits eleven, blood oozes from the ground along with bones and skin decayed from time. Then the cloud begins to squeeze hot, boiling blood out creating and endless precipitation of bloody that
to move swiftly and elegantly and not even to kill, but to sit like a
The question posed in English was: “What is poetry?” and honest I think poetry is up to interpretation. Poetry is an artform, it is a way of life for some, poetry is beauty. Dead Poets Society, is the perfect example of this. Edgar Allen Poe says, “Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.” This furthers my points that poetry is really beauty
did not want to show my tears to my father. After I wiped my tears, I
Jack tried many times to start the car, but there was no hope the car
started to sink into the mud. At first I thought I'd just hit a soft
see my mum crying, I filled up with worry but the thought of what had