Creative Writing My breath steamed the air‚ my eyes wide open looking into the distance as drips of sweat rolled down my forehead. My ears twitched at every sudden noise; I just hoped nothing would jump out of the darkness. I kept thinking about where I was and how I got to this place. Every footstep echoed for miles as I stepped upon the Iron Gate‚ the noise rattling my brain. I came to a halt‚ my sweaty hand roaming over the freezing cold steal on my chest as I tightened my only protection
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my skin and I found myself at home with my pet bird Fluffy‚ in wait for the arrival of my newborn brother. Fluffy is a grey cockatiel with yellow and red patches throughout her face‚ she enjoys her apples and coriander. She was really close to me until my younger brother came. I knew my life was going to drastically change having a younger sibling but I didn’t realise what it meant to have a sibling in the first place. I became fond of my baby brother before I realised it myself. I had my brother
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knew of this new group of friends I had in my social circle‚ I had seemingly convinced them both I was too old for them to talk to parents. Convincing mom and dad there was absolutely nothing to do at my own house that would interest anyone‚ not even myself. So more and more I began not to show my face‚ whether it was because I was highly intoxicated‚ or because I was convinced I was old enough to no longer depend on my parents. This was the first and final adventurous night I would have‚ after staggering
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famous line from Walt Whitman ’s "Song of Myself" is more than just a fun sounding piece of poetry. This line‚ like Whitman himself‚ contains multitudes and is indicative of the rest of the poem. Although you can read "Song of Myself" and take it as just a poem and nothing more‚ you would be missing the meaning behind each word‚ each stanza. "Song of Myself" is a call to arms‚ a manifesto‚ and a portrait of human life all at the same time. "Song of Myself" is not unlike a gift‚ wrapped up in pretty
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and also regard that avoiding death or living longer as long as possible is good luck. But there are two poets who show the different attitude toward death. One is Emily Dickinson and the other is Whitman. "712" by Emily Dickinson and “From Song of Myself ” by Walt Whitman both express a similar perspective on death. Dickinson tells death is a gentle companion that is always with us since our birth. Whitman says simply that death is part of nature and we are
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The howling of the wind brought my eyes to open. Where was I? Focusing in the dark of night‚ confusion washed over me as I came to realize I was in the desert. Distant landscapes of dry and worn rock surrounded me‚ and beneath my bare feet I felt the gritty sand caught between my toes. I was surrounded by those rocky hills and yet as I scanned the desolate desert it seemed never ending. The irony of the nighttime desert suddenly set into my body; that ghastly wind moving right through me and chilling
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Creative Writing Story Writing On a quiet lazy Sunday afternoon‚ he got off the bus‚ walked down a quite lane to a small cottage with peeling paint and faded curtains. Suddenly a voice behind him asked “Are you looking for somebody…”‚he turned around only to find out a blue eyed girl with long curly hair till her waist; wearing a floral top and short pleated skirt that ended a few inches above her knee. He just kept staring at her for a few seconds
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Creative Thinking Week 4 1. How might you use the strategies for applying creativity to problems and issues in addressing this topic? I would have to apply the "finding new uses for existing things" for this topic the reason why is because California is planning to shut down its power pants so why not use the energy we have wasted into that plant and put it somewhere else such as local housing or local pants. As for the current spot where the plant sits we can reuse that spot to build a new
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|Name: |Date: | Graded Assignment Write Like a Modernist Over the course of the next several days‚ you will complete a writing assignment. In the assignment‚ you will demonstrate your understanding of the tenets of modernist literature by rewriting a Romantic poem in a way that incorporates typically modernist qualities in terms of language‚ style‚ literary
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English Writing Dear Diary I am standing alone in a lake. The water is still‚ and there is no one with me - nothing containing any life… and yet I still feel like something is observing me. I can’t hear anything or see through the thick blanket of fog that carries an air of melancholy across the marsh. I am standing alone in a lake. Until I open my eyes. Tranquillity leaves me and I am transported to a place where there is no adequation; where hierarchy takes over and all beings abide by it
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