ENGLISH WRITTEN TASK 1 Yovanka Amira Word Count: 997 words 2 December 2012 Binus International School Simprug English Written Task Rationale For this written task‚ I’ll make a play that involves an “imaginary” conversation between Marshall McLuhan and Steve Jobs and God in heaven. This conversation will divulge McLuhan’s and Job’s perspectives of the use of media in today’s world and how it profoundly affects the society. I chose characters Marshall McLuhan and Steve Jobs because
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common‚ dark arts are not something to be taken lightly. He desperately needs helps. Dark arts‚ which has always been insignificant part of his life has become his greatest misfortune. As he reach his destination‚ a house at the corner of the jungle near the village‚ he knocks on the door like there is no tomorrow.
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One serene spring evening‚ the snow goddess Chione was helping her mother Orithyia grow trees in time for the season of winter. Chione was a wonderful young lady‚ she had long luxurious dark hair indistinguishable to that of a wolf‚ splendid cocoa eyes that mirrored the sap that is expelled from a Sycamore tree‚ and snow white skin. Being the daughter of Boreas‚ the Bringer of Winter and divine force of the North Wind‚ she had inherited her father’s forces of the cold. Moreover‚ she had been honored
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“I have just made a deal with the devil!”. Victor had to make another one of them. He absolutely loathed the monster and surely did not want to make a second. But to his dismay‚ his wife would die if he didn’t follow the monsters orders. Victor rushed faster than a bullet to his lab to prepare a bride for his creature. He felt the perspiration on his forehead as he haphazardly stitched broken appendages together “I must finish this or else my dear Elizabeth will die!” Victor thought. He grabbed a
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day to wish for it. Thanksgiving only comes once a year‚ and this year she had so many things to be thankful for. It had been a nail biting year at times‚ but it was time to start making new memories‚ fresh memories‚ ones that would last for a lifetime. Smiling‚ Kelli daydreamed about what those memories might look like‚ baseball games‚ track meets‚ hiking and camping. Letting her mind wander as she pealed potatoes. She looked beside her at the young boy sitting at the dining room table coloring
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I watched as Reedfang disappeared into the bush with Leafwatcher by his side‚ until their tails vanished from my line of sight. My eyes momentarily closed as I gathered my bearings‚ praying to Starclan that I wouldn’t have any needs for my claws. In front of me‚ I only heard the orange tom’s breathing‚ otherwise the forest had fallen silent‚ as if it could sense the explosion that was about to happen with our conversation. Taking a deep breath‚ I reopened my emerald eyes‚ bracing myself for the
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The red sphere of fury. Ever since day one of the sport‚ that’s how I referred to the kickball. It never changed. I have been terrified of this faded red ball coming anywhere near my face‚ so I never bothered to run for a catch‚ or even really try. That’s probably why I was never any good at sports. I was okay at tennis‚ and maybe even moderately good at cross country. But anything that involved me catching a ball‚ you might as well already say I lost. So naturally‚ when I ran up to kick the ball
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sat in a puddle of sand‚ surrounded by the water that crafted a false ground. “That’s dirty water‚ Rosie.” She was trapped there‚ on some sort of island‚ waiting for Union or Veridee to save her. “Oh.” She needed an escape‚ a way to truly get away‚ yet none presented themselves. It was just her. Alone and waiting for night to come and show tell her who died so she’d know who was left. I’m left. Me‚ me...and five others‚ right? Five‚ or six? How many cannons went off- Another shattered her world‚ shouting
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Short Story Content Analysis Essay What is the point of any piece of great literature? Or rather‚ what is great literature? Some would say that accomplished literature is a way of exceptionally telling a story. However‚ what is the point of storytelling? In many cases‚ stories are told for entertainment. However‚ most stories have a moral or theme conveying an important message about life or how to live it. This is the point of great literature‚ to convey this message beautifully. Some pieces of
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Vic moved with us while Auntie got on her feet. Seem like she fell off after that. She never worked cause unc paid everything. He still sent money but she would spend it on weed‚ then it was that dope. No one judged her. She and big Vic snorted and smoked together. Everybody had their own demons and we had close nit family. Nomatter what the situation was we held each other down. So while my nanny got her shit together amy mom picked up the slack‚ her being Vic’s god mom and all it was her responsibility
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