A Big Smile

Ballad of Birmingham
Ballad of Birmingham
Ballad of Birmingham In the poem Ballad of Birmingham, by Dudley Randall, written in 1969, Mr. Randall uses of irony to describes the events of the mothers decision, and also her concern for the welfare of her darling little child. It seems odd that this child would even know what a freedom march is, but this would be considered normal back in the early 1960's, when Mr. Martin Luther King Jr. had rallies and freedom marches to free the African American people from discrimination and segregation
If At First You Don't Succeed
If At First You Don't Succeed
If At First You Don't Succeed Eureka! Sam excitedly exclaimed. I've done it! I'm set for life and my happiness is assured. With this new invention I'll be honored for my brilliance, and I might even win the nobel prize! he chirped ecstatically. Sam was a chicken, the great great great grandson of the Not-So-Great Chixken Little, who, in case the reader is ignorant, was the chick who thought the sky was falling and got everyone eaten by a crafty old fox [SIC]. Sam was a well built chicken, q
A Schoolyard Lesson
A Schoolyard Lesson
A Schoolyard Lesson Get up, get up you have school today, my mother blurted out, as I fell out of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I smiled to myself; I knew today was going to be just fine. My family and I had just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my first day at Bel Air Elementary School. I usually don’t get worried about these situations, since I’ve been through the routine before, besides I tend to make friends pretty easily. Why would today be
Was Richard Wrights Native Son a story about his views towards Capital
Was Richard Wrights Native Son a story about his views towards Capital
Was Richard Wright’s Native Son a story about his views towards Capitalism and Communism ? Did Richard Wright want to show the good and bad points towards Capitalism and Communism ? Or was this novel just about how a young man went through life and how society made him. Richard Wright’s Native Son shows that he used the Dalton’s, Thomas’s, and Jan Erlone to represent Capitalism and Communism . After reading Richard Wright’s Native Son, many believe the author purposely placed the Thomas family
Fast Eddie
Fast Eddie
Fast Eddie by Rick Vallejos (Daredevil or [email protected]) (Comments appreciated) Where do I begin... to write down my misadventure. I would have never picked up a pen and began had it not been for my host. He's the type of fellow who tells you what to do and his partners (soldiers) make sure you did just as your told. This hideout, this fortress has more weapons than I've seen in months. There is a guard at my door this minute, put there for my protection so I was told. Yeh right! He's got
Jon Smith
Jon Smith
Jon Smith Period 8 English 12 February 12, 1997 Intellegence It all started in the interesting city of New York. The smog ridden streets were filled with people. On a quiet little street corner, there was a small shop owned by Harvey Goldstein. Mr. Goldstein was a well-to-do merchant. He traded in all sorts of imports, and was generally a moral man. He did not buy goods from sweatshops nor did he ever cheat a customer. At 1:31 P.M. on May 15, 1996, he stepped out of his shop on the Upper East S
Gling through such things as the depression the Dust Bowl summers and
Gling through such things as the depression the Dust Bowl summers and
gling through such things as the depression, the Dust Bowl summers, and trying to provide for their own families, which included finding somewhere to travel to where life would be safe. Such is the story of the Joads. The Joads were the main family in John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath, a book which was written in order to show what a family was going through, at this time period, and how they were trying to better their lives at the same time. It wouldn’t be enough for Steinbeck to simply wr
Acute concern crept across Melissas and Johns faces as they watched th
Acute concern crept across Melissas and Johns faces as they watched th
Acute concern crept across Melissa’s and John’s faces as they watched the screen from outside the Retrovision store window. Police are still baffled as the death toll rises now to nine about the identity of the serial killer who still stalks the streets of Brisbane always using a small knife to slay his victims cheerfully reported the annoying news reader. Police warn all females between the ages of fifteen to nineteen to lock up securely. Concern turned to anxiety as Melissa thought of he
Exhausted Kendra leaned back against the tree The quiet of the night s
Exhausted Kendra leaned back against the tree The quiet of the night s
Exhausted, Kendra leaned back against the tree. The quiet of the night surrounded her, and in the distance she could see a small orange glow here and there of fires set by those who had been forced to leave their homes and set up camp in this park. She closed her eyes, rested her arms on her knees, and put her head down on her arms, cushioned by the sweatshirt she wore. The sweatshirt smelled of fresh air and smoke. She pulled the sleeves down over her cold hands. She sat like that for a while,
Driving through the dessert can be wearisome fatiguing and all the thi
Driving through the dessert can be wearisome fatiguing and all the thi
Driving through the dessert can be wearisome, fatiguing and all the things that you dread in a long drive. Not this trip, it was the new beginning, I was on my way to find myself. I had 14 hours to contemplate the reasons I was doing this. My friends said I was nuts, family said I was stupid. Let’s see, nuts and stupid, um, O.K. I guess everyone has their own opinion. Its not really what I wanted to hear, but I could see their point. Yuma, Arizona, my hometown, lived there for 10 years, graduat
Sweltering heats fill the room a hot sticky breeze drifts by my face B
Sweltering heats fill the room a hot sticky breeze drifts by my face B
Sweltering heats fill the room, a hot sticky breeze drifts by my face. Broom Broom Broom its the posties bike coming to a halt beside our old white mailbox. He adds a few letters in the mailbox and speeds off to the next house. Racing outside in anticipation, my heart suddenly sinks discovering its only a Telstra bill. I hate when the phone bill arrives, mum always gives me a big lecture about all my calls. I knew there was going to be trouble, remembering about all my international calls to my
Trigatipede
Trigatipede
Trigatipede The days were growing shorter and the project’s failure was becoming apparent. My crew and I had been researching on a little island just south of Australia for over three months, and we were making little progress. I was hired as the team leader for this excursion by a private investor from some breakthrough zoo. The investor, a man by the name of Henry Shrinton, asked me along with my crew to go down under to find new, unknown animals. I found this request very unusual simply beca
1 Setting - This story took place in the Willowgreen School District n
1 Setting - This story took place in the Willowgreen School District n
1. Setting - This story took place in the Willowgreen School District, near a fictional town call Bleke in 1933. Characters - The main character of this story is the author, Max Braithwaite, but addition characters in this chapter are Dave McDougall, Mrs. McDougall, and their children Mary, Heather, Myron, and Charles. Antecedent Action - The antecedent action in this chapter is when Max outlines the events leading up to the moment when he left the train at Bleke. Those events included: borrowi
The Rose Room by Jordan McCracken
The Rose Room by Jordan McCracken
‘The Rose Room’ by Jordan McCracken I looked at my watch, it read 9:32. ‘Oh No’ I thought, I had set my alarm for 9am. I got butterflies in my stomach as I rushed round to the bathroom, got washed and grabbed my bag and packed lunch. I looked up at the clock in the living room, it was a quarter to ten and then I flew out the door. I made my way down to the local youth club, I saw a bus full of screaming kids, I thought to myself ‘here we go again’. Every six months we have a weekend trip to some
Ursula K LeGuin
Ursula K LeGuin
Ursula K LeGuin English 10h In A Wizard of Earthsea, The Other Wind, and The Telling, written by Ursula K LeGuin, a mental journey is an integral part of each character’s development. Due to each character’s growth and eventual maturity in these stories, they learn to understand the world around them, and their purpose in this mystical world called Earthsea. In The Wizard of Earthsea, a young wizard named Ged (Sparrowhawk) must realize how to control his recklessness, and defeat a great darkness
Life
Life
Life I remember the last time the warm breeze poured from across the waters, up the concrete steps, and over the grass. It span wildly in the air as it caught wind and brushed past my face. I couldn't help but smile, despite what was going through my mind. How ironic that sounds right now. As a child I took an early appreciation of the trees and grass, of life in general... but nothing like I did at that reawakened moment. It was all new again, and all more wonderful than it had ever been before
Old Friends New Pleasures
Old Friends New Pleasures
Old Friends, New Pleasures * * * * * It had been awhile since the gang had all been together, the last time, probably being after graduation. They had seen each other on separate occasions, but now was an occasion to bring them all back together, and to bring some of them together in a way none of them ever imagined. It was a group of eight, four guys, four girls, the closest friends from college, they roomed together, took classes together, and for all practical purposes, became adults together
Under the Waterfall
Under the Waterfall
Under the Waterfall Disclaimer: This story involves sex between teenagers and is a work of pure fiction. Also, unprotected sex occurs and the author in no way condones this. If it is illegal for you to view this material please hit your back button now. My eyes followed the bead of sweat as it made its way from his drenched hair and travelled all the way down his face and chest. Tyler was bench pressing his highest attempt yet. I spotted my friend as his biceps flexed and contracted under the ma
Marie reached back and flicked the single strand of hair out of her ey
Marie reached back and flicked the single strand of hair out of her ey
Marie reached back and flicked the single strand of hair out of her eyes. ROBERT! she screamed, aware of his presence just metres away, why hasn’t this been checked? Patrick Sellesk moved uncomfortably in his dark leather chair, trying to understand what the woman was screaming about below in the factory. She ran back and forth between two large machines, screeching commands at men who stared at her as if she was mad. What’s this? Patrick thought. I don’t remember giving her the authority
My Life Line
My Life Line
My Life Line I had been doing the same thing for a long time. School ..... home ..... school ..... home. I felt I was about to scream with the monotony. In the morning I could almost drive to school in my sleep. Then one day my friend Hank came and got me out of the rut. Hank is one of the most interesting people I have ever meet. A person from India isn’t used to the crazy weather we have here in Michigan. That man could stand on his feet and bend over backward putting his hands flat on the gr
Hello My name is Ashley I want to share with you my erotic story Imagi
Hello My name is Ashley I want to share with you my erotic story Imagi
Hello, My name is Ashley. I want to share with you my erotic story. Imagine the time...I was barely 17 and in high school. I had always felt that I looked at the other girls in the locker room differently than how I was supposed to. I'd love it when a girl near me would bend over in just her tight silky string bikinis to pull up her shorts. I would just stare at her ass and think of how tempting it was to just reach out and touch it. I thought to myself many a times that I shouldn't be doing it
LEAVING HOME
LEAVING HOME
LEAVING HOME As I came in from the corn field, Sarah ran up to me, her tattered dress blowing in the wind.. I bent over and gave her a huge hug, lifting her up. She had just had her eighth birthday last week, but she looked so much older. Her face sagged and she was missing several of her teeth. Pa didn’t know if it was normal to lose so many, he said I never did, but we didn’t bring it up to her. “Where’s Pa?” she asked, as I put her down. “He’ll be coming.” I took her hand and walked back to
The Lonely Warrior
The Lonely Warrior
The Lonely Warrior It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brighter than it had all summer. The clouds were few and far between. Children played and parents took in the day. One family however was embarking on a journey. A journey two thousand miles away. They were heading North. Looking for promise and just getting away from the problems of their little town. That little town in Texas had few people. If someone moved it was a big thing, except when the Grady's were heading out. No one seem
On the 4th day during the month of Febuary I was at home listening to
On the 4th day during the month of Febuary I was at home listening to
On the 4th day during the month of Febuary I was at home listening to the latest demo tape of a band called “static-x”. I had just received it in the mail and was eager to hear what direction the band had went, from there last recording. I put the tape in my stereo accepting another so-so performance. To my utter supprise an explosion of wonderful notes hit me leaving me breathless. Immediately I hopped on my computer and looked up the web site that was listed on the back side of the tape. Afte
PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE
PROLOGUE RINNNGGGG!!! My alarm clock burst into life, and I was suddenly awakened to the dawn of Christmas day. It was 6:00 a.m., and the bright, warming sun was not yet gleaming on my cheeks. It took me a few seconds to realize what day it was, but once I gained some consciousness, I was immediately out of bed excited for the big trip that lay before me: our annual family excursion to Palm Springs. I rubbed my tired eyes as I staggered my way to the bathroom where I took a quick bubbly hot b
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 1 On a gloomy morning in France a young boy named Josh got dressed into a light grey tracksuit and was walking to school. On this morning he saw an old dog with lovely golden fur which was walking around. This was something special for the boy as he did not have many friends. The old dog jumped up on Josh and started wagging its tail. Hello Rover said Josh as he softly stroked the dog. See you tomorrow whispered Josh as he continued on his way. As he crossed the worn out cobble ston
The Picture
The Picture
The Picture What's in a picture? Well, in the picture I cherish there is more joy and peace and love than any mere mortal like me should ever know. The picture I am speaking of is the imperfect image of the one I love. She is one of such exceedingly great beauty that it cannot be captured on anything by Man's hand, but to me it represents her, and that is as near to heaven as I am likely to get. But the picture, besides being an imperfect symbol of utter perfection, is exceedingly cloudy. The in
Dwight David Eisenhower
Dwight David Eisenhower
Dwight David Eisenhower The taste of victory was fresh and sweet to John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Just about a year ago, he sat in the drawing room of his Georgetown home and spoke breezily about the office he would assume. Sure it's a big job, he said. But I don't know anybody who can do it any better than I can. I'm going to be in it for four years. It isn't going to be so bad. you've got time to think -- and besides, the pay is pretty good. One year later, on a cool, grey day, the 35th Preside
Endless Summer
Endless Summer
Endless Summer I met this girl last summer. How can I describe her? She was really weird, and that's the nicest thing I can say about her. Okay, that's not exactly true. Even though I didn't know her that well, I consider her a special kind of friend. We went through a lot together that summer, and I'll never forget what happened. When we met, it was just one of those days: when the sun's shining so bright that you're afraid it'll burn your eyes out right through your sunglasses. I was away at s
Hopeful Encounter
Hopeful Encounter
Hopeful Encounter Hopeful Encounter The sun was setting. Far to the east, threatening black clouds arose from the fumes of pollution from the several smoke stacks towering over the city. The streets were pock marked and dented with the recent shower of acid rain. Hot boiling steam from the sewers made the temperature of day much hotter than it really was. Just outside the borders of the city is a lake covered with muck and crude oil spills. Death and despair floated aimlessly on the surface of t
Interventions In The Narcissistic Disorders
Interventions In The Narcissistic Disorders
Interventions In The Narcissistic Disorders Introduction Understanding the Narcissistic Phenomenon The so called ‘narcissistic personality disorder’ is a complex and often misunderstood disorder. The cardinal feature of the narcissistic personality is the grandiose sense of self importance, but paradoxically underneath this grandiosity the narcissist suffers from a chronically fragile low self esteem. The grandiosity of the narcissist, however, is often so pervasive that we tend to dehumaniz
Narcissism
Narcissism
Narcissism Introduction Understanding the Narcissistic Phenomenon The so called ‘narcissistic personality disorder’ is a complex and often misunderstood disorder. The cardinal feature of the narcissistic personality is the grandiose sense of self importance, but paradoxically underneath this grandiosity the narcissist suffers from a chronically fragile low self esteem. The grandiosity of the narcissist, however, is often so pervasive that we tend to dehumanize him or her. The narcissist conj
Metamorphoses
Metamorphoses
Metamorphoses Lisa Weinstein Nonfiction Piece January 17, 2000 Metamorphoses The loud cries of teenagers fill the night, their laughter and screams echo through the streets. The many partygoers crowd the narrow sidewalks, stumbling and leaning on each other for support. This is the typical Friday night in State College. The dance party music resonates from each fraternity house as well as the tall apartment buildings that tower over the town. The smell of beer fills the air. Turning away from ga
My Own Person Experience With The Horror Of Sexual Harassment
My Own Person Experience With The Horror Of Sexual Harassment
My Own Person Experience With The Horror Of Sexual Harassment “My Own Personal Experience with the Horror of Sexual Harassment” A Realistic Fictional Work Written in the First Person to Educate Others on What to Do It was a stormy night when I first came to grips with the horror that lay ahead. Everybody loved Uncle Jack, but not me, at least not since IT happened. And it was every since IT happened that I knew for certainty when this day came that I would be frightened to the edge of my being.
The Blaze of Life
The Blaze of Life
The Blaze of Life Rebecca VanderKloot Expository Writing Section 1014 Paper 2 The Blaze of Life Picture this, a young beautiful girl smiling and standing by a big gum tree. On the surface you might think this is a pleasant picture. But then you take a closer look. She is standing there looking at a fire, but not just any fire, it is a fire of her house. But not only is her house burning down, her mother and sister is also burning in the fire. Even though her family and house is burning down to t
The Case Of The Elusive Car Salesman
The Case Of The Elusive Car Salesman
The Case Of The Elusive Car Salesman I was pacing around Lexington, waiting for my local mechanic to finish the latest repairs on my ‘77 Chevy Impala. My name's Yesterday, Sam Yesterday. It was hot in Lexington, by that is not uncommon for mid-July. I'd had a good several months, and I was in good financial position for the first time since I bought that Impala back in 1977. That car had served me well, but lately it had been failing. Maybe it was time for a trade, I thought; so I walked over to
Coyote And Don Maclean
Coyote And Don Maclean
Coyote And Don Maclean Allegory of American Pie by Don McLean A Piece of the Pie Ask anyone what was the defining moment in the rock history of the 1960s was and all you will get is a one word answer: Woodstock. The three day rock festival that defined an era was only one of many music festivals of the '60s. But Woodstock has come to symbolize, an era of peaceful, free- loving, drug- taking hippie youth, carefree before harsher realities hit... (Layman 40). The Woodstock festival ended a century
You Will Always Remember Your First Time
You Will Always Remember Your First Time
You Will Always Remember Your First Time! I wasn't real clear of what actually had just occurred, but I did know that I was in terrible pain. I laid beside the supercross track for at least 20 minutes answering the questions of very eager Emergency Medical personnel. “Leave me alone! I will be all right.” I said to the medical guy that was tugging at my chest protector. If there is one thing that I can not stand is twenty medical people trying to take all of your clothes off for a little cut or
A Different Life
A Different Life
A Different Life A Different Life Silence came in seventh grade. It was in seventh grade that I began the first of six years at a private school. In those six years I realized that it was not only I who had lost their voice; I was one among many who were denied the opportunity to speak. I distinctly remember the first time they betrayed me and informed me that my voice was invalid. A close friend of mine from elementary school wanted to attend and I was telling others about him- telling them how
Creative Story Fast Eddie
Creative Story Fast Eddie
Creative Story: Fast Eddie by Rick Vallejos (Daredevil or [email protected]) (Comments appreciated) Where do I begin... to write down my misadventure. I would have never picked up a pen and began had it not been for my host. He's the type of fellow who tells you what to do and his partners (soldiers) make sure you did just as your told. This hideout, this fortress has more weapons than I've seen in months. There is a guard at my door this minute, put there for my protection so I was told. Yeh r
Creative Story If At First You Don't Succeed
Creative Story If At First You Don't Succeed
Creative Story: If At First You Don't Succeed Eureka! Sam excitedly exclaimed. I've done it! I'm set for life and my happiness is assured. With this new invention I'll be honored for my brilliance, and I might even win the nobel prize! he chirped ecstatically. Sam was a chicken, the great great great grandson of the Not-So-Great Chixken Little, who, in case the reader is ignorant, was the chick who thought the sky was falling and got everyone eaten by a crafty old fox [SIC]. Sam was a well b
Creative Story Intellegence
Creative Story Intellegence
Creative Story: Intellegence Jon Smith Period 8 English 12 February 12, 1997 It all started in the interesting city of New York. The smog ridden streets were filled with people. On a quiet little street corner, there was a small shop owned by Harvey Goldstein. Mr. Goldstein was a well-to-do merchant. He traded in all sorts of imports, and was generally a moral man. He did not buy goods from sweatshops nor did he ever cheat a customer. At 1:31 P.M. on May 15, 1996, he stepped out of his shop on t
The Grapes of Wrath Symbolic Characters
The Grapes of Wrath Symbolic Characters
The Grapes of Wrath: Symbolic Characters Struggling through such things as the depression, the Dust Bowl summers, and trying to provide for their own families, which included finding somewhere to travel to where life would be safe. Such is the story of the Joads. The Joads were the main family in John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath, a book which was written in order to show what a family was going through, at this time period, and how they were trying to better their lives at the same time. It
Personal Writing Devon
Personal Writing Devon
Personal Writing: Devon I walked into the smoke filled coffee shop to meet Devon. Devon is 18 years old, a senior in high school. He likes art and is currently taking college art classes. I have only meet Devon once before, in the mall. He caught my eye because he was wearing a pink fuzzy sweater, a pair of army pants, and a pair of combat boots. I looked for Devon at the coffee shop but he wasn't there. I was 20 minutes early so I took a seat next to a small round table. The only thing on the t
Personal Writing A Schoolyard Lesson
Personal Writing A Schoolyard Lesson
Personal Writing: A Schoolyard Lesson Get up, get up you have school today, my mother blurted out, as I fell out of bed. I stood up and waddled to the bathroom. Looking into the mirror I smiled to myself; I knew today was going to be just fine. My family and I had just moved from Guatemala, and today was to be my first day at Bel Air Elementary School. I usually don't get worried about these situations, since I've been through the routine before, besides I tend to make friends pretty easily. W
Comparative Analysis Of Dante's Inferno And Purgatorio
Comparative Analysis Of Dante's Inferno And Purgatorio
Comparative Analysis Of Dante's Inferno And Purgatorio The Divine Comedy (The Inferno and Purgatorio, in this matter) without Virgil would be like coffee without cream. Without Virgil, Dante would never have completed his journey. Without reason, Dante would never have the courage to go through his redemption. We meet Virgil in the Inferno just when Dante begins to lose all hope in going through that “shadowed forest.” Beatrice has appointed him to guide our hero through hell and then through Pu
Fried Green Tomatoes
Fried Green Tomatoes
Fried Green Tomatoes My first impression of Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Café was that it was a “woman’s” novel. This was because the movie, which was more popular than the book, was advertised as a “chick flick”. To say the least, I was wrong. The novel poses many issues that face the people of the 1920’s and 30’s, and makes one think about what people have struggled through. The novel addresses the issue of racism before the time of Martin Luther King Jr. and the Civil Rights Movem
JFK
JFK
JFK JFK: John Fitzgerald Kennedy was the 35th president of the United States of America. He grew up in a family of political leaders and then became one himself. During his lifetime he had many accomplishments, both personal and political; he had a beautiful wife, and a wonderful family, he wrote award winning novels, started the Peace Corps, and he broke the barrier between us and the Soviet Union, among many others which will be discussed later. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Rebecca Howes
Rebecca Howes
Rebecca Howes English Coursework - War Poetry I shall be analyzing two Post 1914 war poems. I shall use 'The Last Laugh' by Wilfred Owen and 'The Soldier' by Rupert Brooke. Brooke opens his poem with classic first lines, that is not personal just to him, but to every single soldier that goes to war. If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England. Brooke is very patriotic and conveys this throughout the poem. We can clearly see how h
Had it been any other day i would not have gone there But that day wel
Had it been any other day i would not have gone there But that day wel
Had it been any other day i would not have gone there. But that day well i guess i was looking for some trouble. I folowed her in the midst of the hue of the setting sun and then everything went to a standstill............. Well people never thought that I was a guy who could have done that. Never in my life did I have a bad record and yet something inside me made me scared of myself. That was the restlessness inside me. I was always looking for something new. For something which would make me w