Deserted island My name is Lisa. This year I’m thirteen years old. I live in Queenstown‚ New Zealand. My house is a villa near the sea because my parents like sea‚ and from my bedroom you can see the best view of the sea. It seems to me that toward evening‚ the sea is the most beautiful‚ and usually at that time I just sit down near the window and enjoy the scene. I have a sister called Rosely‚ she is one year older than me. Our personalities are quite similar‚ so we are very good friends‚ and
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this morning to the sound of my alarm clock‚ charming like church bells when it strikes noon. I open my eyes; it’s bright from the early morning sun gleaming through the cracks of my blinds‚ bouncing off the four walls. As I lay in my bed thinking about today’s chores‚ they run through my head like a batter just hitting a home run. I finally motivate myself enough to walk down a flight of stairs that feels like a lifetime to go down. A silence breaks through the dusty air that I feel is choking me
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A Doll’s House Essay I can never really trust my eyes to tell me the unguarded truth if someone wishes for the truth to be concealed. The line between what is real or not real is often misconceived‚ especially in a society such as the one in A Doll’s House. Henrik Ibsen‚ the writer of this enthralling play‚ intended to show just how obscure the lines were in Victorian society. A Doll’s House is a story about how a young woman is so dazed by her society’s expectations that she doesn’t even
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Soon I was at the place. Already a large crowd of people had gathered near a big building which was on fire. Flames were rising high. People were running about confused. The cries of children got mixed with the shrieks of women. It was really a heart-rending scene. Soon the news spread. Some boy scouts arrived at the scene. They at once set to work. They brought pails of water from the tap nearby and threw it on the flames. Some of them brought bags of sand. I‚ too joined in the work. Someone
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Oftentimes when I’m just casually gaming‚ I’ll put the game on‚ play some tunes on my Bluetooth speaker‚ and just have a good time. When I get very serious about playing a game‚ however‚ I often place myself into a state of solitude depending on the type of game it is. I’ll turn the lights down‚ put my big headset on‚ and immerse myself into the experience. If the game is meant to be played this way‚ I will try very hard to do so. Two such games came out within the last month‚ and they have me thinking
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However‚ journalists working for Politifact looked into this claim and they asked five experts to help explain if this claim was true or false. What they found was that DACA workers represent an incredibly small amount of the 160-million labor force‚ about a quarter of one percent. They also found that this idea of immigrants ‘taking’
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The Doll House Essay Role play seems to be the name of the game in Henrik Ibsen’s A Doll’s House. The main characters in the play pretend to be someone who others would like them to be‚ instead of being their true selves. The person that stands out the most as a character whose role play is almost impeccable to the point where it seems she leads two different lives is Nora. She is Torvald’s loving and childish wife‚ and unknowingly‚ a strong‚ independent woman. As the play progresses‚ Nora’s persona
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Descriptive writing on satis house As I approached Satis house inside of my carriage I could feel the nerves growing inside of me. I got close to the rusted gates and stopped I had to get out and walk up to the old withered gates. I felt my feet stick to the ground and I found it quite hard to breath. The sounds around me was getting very load like I was standing next to a roaring plane even know I was getting further away I could hear the crows in the background and the snorting horses. When
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snow piled on the grass like solid clouds clumped on the green world. I hear the moose‚ just waking up‚ and already running around. I drive back home and I see frost stuck on people’s houses like sugar stuck on a wooden ladle. Cold‚ I resumed my trip home. I seem to run into a moose‚
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overly anxious mom. Today was a day widely appreciated in our ambitious city‚ it was a parade day! You could just feel the cheerfulness in the air. My sister and I were patiently waiting on our plump couches while our bizarre mom was zooming around the house trying to get everything ready. At last she decided we were all fit to venture out to the busy street where the parade was being held. Well that is after she had her hands packed with everything my mom thought we would need. Such as: a plethora of
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