Creative writing: Achievement standard 2.4 Title: Insanity Statement of intent: This piece was influenced by my feelings and thoughts on mental illness and how society deals with it. The piece itself is a metaphor of looking beyond a person’s appearance and what they are truly dealing with inside. I have experienced the effects of a mental illness and how it effects your daily routine. The perspective is a doctor who is working with a mentally sick patient and has to tell her she is making no progress
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Dinner is at half past seven‚ she called over her shoulder. The screen door banged shut and she was gone. Jackie stood at the door long enough to see the red Chevrolet roll out of the driveway‚ bearing Judith down a sun-drenched street lined with freshly painted‚ white picket fences. The talk had been unfruitful‚ completely unfruitful. She shouldn’t have sought out her sister. But what did she expect? Judith was of another world. She would just have to leave without saying goodbye‚ and send a
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Descriptive Writing – The forest. [pic] A crisp winter morning and there was a frosty chill in the air. A sweet surrendering scent of the moist morning dew that cascades all around the sublime forest. The mixed cool autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; they were in the motion of turning a brittle brown. There was the sound of shattered glass that emphasised the leaves being crunched‚ as if you were to step on them‚ pushing their papery remains deep into the
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Creative Writing Tips 1. What ideas about Identity are you going to convey in your creative? First of all‚ let’s start with thinking about Identity ideas‚ rather than the creative piece itself. You should choose 2-3 ideas that you think you want to write about or that you find the most interesting. If you’re unsure about what ideas about Identity there are – just think about the ones in your essay! It could be things like: •Belonging and identity: belonging gives us a sense of identity. •Identity
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The Curious Traveller. If you only had a certain amount of time to live‚ would you live every day to the most of it? Well that’s what I have to do. I turned 40‚ 4 days ago and a week ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I was told I only have a few months to live. This is when I decided I had to make the most of the next few months; I decided I wanted to travel the world. I have 2 daughters‚ Tahlia (12yrs) and Molly (15yrs)‚ I also have a son‚ Chris (16yrs). My husband was there when we were told
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Just like every other day after school‚ Katie was taking a shortcut across a meadow to get home. She was walking in the meadow‚ surrounded by tall‚ green grass and flowers in all colours of the rainbow. She decided to explore the meadow and the forest surrounding it. She walked towards the forest‚ picking flowers on the way. Katie was so busy twisting the flower stems together to make necklaces‚ that she didn’t see the large hole a few meters ahead of her. Tumbling into the deep hole‚ Katie hit her
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Analyzation of Two Poems Melinda Polom September 12‚ 2013 I will first be giving to you‚ my analyzation of the short poem‚ titled‚ "First Fig"‚ written by author‚ Edna St. Vincent Millay‚ who was born in the year of 1892‚ and died in the year of 1950. I am at first‚ making the assumption that‚ when the author is speaking about a candle‚ which "burns at both ends"‚ that she must be comparing a candle‚ and the "light that it gives out”‚ using the candle‚ as a symbol‚ or as a “representative”
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The General pretended to sleep‚ hoping no one was watching her. She knew McKenzie’s men were angry with her‚ but they weren’t looking at the whole picture. She slid from her bedroll and snuck around the trees to where the horses were tied up. In the darkness it was hard to see‚ but she finally located her horse and led it away from camp. “And just where do you think you’re going?” A voice sounded loudly behind her. The General clenched her heart as it pumped wildly and spun around‚ staring
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As the breeze floated through the canopy‚ the forest’s quiet was broken by rustling branches and frantic leaves. When the wind died so did the sound‚ and the forest returned to it’s ghostly silence. For a wooded place‚ usually full of life thrumming together as one both day and night‚ this silence was abnormal. It was foreboding‚ and even in the light of day the woods were cold and dark‚ as if the sun’s rays could not pierce the leafy canvas as it had in the past. The air was heavy and threatening
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The worst feeling isn’t being lonely. It’s being forgotten by someone you would never forget. ~Unknown Of course‚ I ran. I wanted to confront her as quickly as possible. And get this over as soon as I could. Girls can be really nasty when they want to be and that’s not even the worst case scenario. Just around the corner! I skidded to a stop. What a sight I saw. She stood in the middle of a group of blonde girls (one‚ I assume is actually a brunette) and was surrounded by a swarm of people‚ flocking
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