Here I am in the middle of green mountains that are surrounding me, where the environment is digusting.very disgusting everywhere I go there is animal faeces. Especially cow and sheep faeces ,it’s really horrible which puts me off eating .The weather here is really hot and prickly hot .I’ve never been through a day like this in my life. Where I cannot tolerate anything im already annoyed even though it’s only been 2 hours since I’ve arrived here.This entire place smells worse than a decayed mummy, worse than million dead rats. I hate this place so much. Everything here is so annoying; I get irritated by everything.IM too far away to meet my friends and im not even allowed to call or Skype them. Forget about calling I’m not even allowed to have my phone anymore, no Wi-Fi, no parks or mall to hang out at.Theres no one to talk to apart from the people I’m staying with for few days I hope. It feels like I’ve been dumped on stranded desert with a bunch of freaks.
Tomorrow Mrs Conway is going to hand out the schedule of the duties I have to do and the rules I have to follow. She has already clearly told me some of the rules for her house which I must strictly follow the rules are such a pain on the ass. No waking up late, no cell phones and technology, she does not want any bad disrespectful behaviour and negative attitude.NO cigareetes.This is not the only few there is a whole suitcase filled with rules that never seems to end. There are two rules I don’t think I can follow that easily whish are waking up early or milk the ‘dotted cows’ as she calls them. The second rule is no cigarettes, I cannot survive
As you entered the dark and mysterious room of Cue 8 pool and Billiards, you
wonder how you could have ended up in a place like this. The atmosphere was
clustered and dark leaving no opportunities for light to travel inside the building.
Outside, the walls came alive with colourful creative graffiti that overlapped each
other but blended smoothly within the big picture. The entrance was small but like a
cave and as you walked in you could feel the black paint on the walls swarming…
Connections Between Life Experiences/Beliefs and Fiction Writing
Enhance this section with visual and/or media resources that connect (e.g. pictures, art, interview video clip, etc. just try and be creative). For example, show a clip from an interview with the author, or a video clip from a film about the author. Keep it short and explain/introduce the clip.
Talk about the six elements of creative writing.
For plot state the key terms and discuss your novel…
Creative writing- Childhood memory
The usual routine. I bowl in to see the scornful look of the Old Witch. She glares at me from behind her spectacles. Never greeted with a warm welcome, reproached for being a female and I certainly don’t fit her stereotype of what a woman should be. Aggressive with a passion for anything that does not conform to the typical 1950’s housewife, which is against most women’s views. But no one would suspect an old lady to be so malicious inside with such a sweet loving…
20th Century Literature
25 November 2013
I awoke on a brisk Saturday morning in November. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, where hot cider and a chocolate chip scone were waiting. I read the paper while indulging on my early morning treats and then proceeded to do my homework once I was finished. This is my usual schedule on the weekends, but there was something rather unusual about today: My parents were nowhere to be found. I roamed around…
30 March 2015
It sent shivers down my spine. Then, I looked outside. The moon stared back at me. It
seemed to be pulling me toward the brightness of its light in the night sky. I got out of my bed
and trudged toward the window. Now, I seemed to be staring at a face in the sky. Then, I felt
my skin start to burn. I held my head and fell toward the mirror. I took my hands away from
my head and clutched the dresser tightly. My…
I am outside the door panting like a dog trying to comprehend where my family has brought me. They said that my house needs to be painted and I need to stay here for a while so I don’t get in the way of the tradesmen.
As I walk inside, the scent of anti-bacteria and cleaning chemicals brings back memories of visiting my wife Betty at hospital every single day, while she was living her last moments.
Unfamiliar faces in a place where the location is unknown, makes me to feel uncomfortable with…
and slammed the door behind him, times when she and his eldest daughter and had argued, back and forth, until their voices were hoarse and eyes were rimmed with red. They argued because they were so similar, he realised, passionate and dramatic and creative and loud.He was different, and so was his son. When the two women, one older and one just struggling out of girlhood, argued, they would escape to the garden, where the yells of frustration would be muted somewhat and there was green for the eyes…
On June 9, Lucinda was on vacation with her friends, Mary and Elsa. Mary and Elsa are Lucinda friendliest. And Lucinda wants to go to the park, Mary and Elsa are accompanied Lucinda. But Mary and Elsa are not very like Lucinda, because Lucinda is not very nice, and she likes to discriminate and bully other people, and overbearing, so Lucinda is a very very bad student in the school, and teachers also don’t like Lucinda. No student wants to play with Lucinda, but Mary and Elsa are good students,…
Layer by layer, she transformed herself. She watched her skin turn from a sallow, bony, splotchy mess into a luminescent glow. She lined her eyes with a dark charcoal pencil. Her lips became a deep crimson.
She slid the dress over her bony hips, pulled the straps over her shoulders, and tugged up the zipper. She surveyed herself in the mirror. That dark part of herself struggled to find something to hate about it. There could’ve been a million things. She was too skinny, she was too pale. Her breasts…
With a slight amount of impatient apprehension, I intently stared at the computer screen. Silently waiting to see what would transpire next. Speculating whether I should throw myself back into his sultry temptation and surrender to his enticement or reluctantly slip away like a thief in the night. The message light came on, yet I waited a few minutes before ultimately retrieving it.
"Commit to memory every single day, about how powerful it feels as I propel my cock deep and relentlessly inside you…