Throughout the course of the marking period, two books that I have read really stood out above all others. They are Dogsong and The River, both written by the same author, Gary Paulsen. This is the most obvious similarity between the two books but there are much more. They both have a teenage boy as their main character and are both about a boy embarking on an expedition. These are the general similarities, but there are also many differences between them. Now let’s go deep into each book and look at some of their unique aspects.…
Yeah our Riona is a lovely person, I've known her since I became best friends with her brother in junior high school.…
Narrator-- Ma stopped and a strong gust of wind rustled the leaves all around them, Jessie shuddered, but maybe not because of the wind.…
How would you feel if you returned to your hometown and there’s not a single person that’s not giving you cold glares and nobody wants nothing to do with you? Those that should be the happiest to see you can’t even look at your for one horrible mistake that you made in your past. Could it get any worse? Well It did for Molly Barlow, because all of Star Lake found out what she did because of her mom, the person who she’s suppose to trust the most in the world betrayed her.…
“So when Ms. Trulove here refused to refund your 150 bucks, you beat the hell out of her. Is this so?”…
A long time ago, in a land far far away, was a princes in a castle. Her name was Jhanere Paulis. She was twenty years old, yet she still lived with her parents. The queen and king. When you live in Somalia, you should have had a husband for a long time before you are this age…
Blood is a fascinating hue. It’s sometimes crimson, scarlet, ruby red, or even bold red. Crimson is the stain that’s painted on my fingers, since I just accomplished a mission-to murder Simon Krell, who continued torturing his family members on a daily basis. Although he continued being a dangerous man, it was so simple to kill him that it occurred to be laughable, all the acting skills I needed was to pretend to act alike his maid and suddenly shoot the filthy person. As I laughed, my storm eyes gazed at the glowing sky that had waves of gleaming dots on it. A silver ellipse remained framed in the inky sky, supported with millions of winking balls of fire.…
CURSED When a series of murders haunt the city of Brooksville, Michael is the one who is affected the most. All his loved ones are the target. Will he be able to protect them from this curse? Chapter one “She is dead, Michael.”…
"You have no idea what it's like for me. I only agreed to move your career, it's all about you, and you don't care even care that I fucking hate this city. I wish we'd never come."…
CHARLIE and HEATHER walk into the main living room where she stands still with a tall walking cane in her hand. In the light, CHARLIE gets a proper look at HEATHER. She is wearing an old and dusty cloak to which underneath she is wearing a dirty dress. CHARLIE doesn't know what to think, but doesn't want to be rude.…
I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah Milli point two just to hurt you, ah All red Lamb' just to tease you, ah None of these toys on lease too, ah Made your whole year in a week too, yah Main bitch out your league too, ah Side bitch out of your league too, ah House so empty, need a centerpiece Twenty racks a table cut from ebony Cut that ivory into skinny pieces Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby…
Dr Phil: Today we have a guest that witnessed a major issue going on in our society today. Please put your hands together for Melinda Sordino. *Crowd applauds* Dr. Phil: Hello, Melinda Melinda: Hello, I’m so thankful to be here today to share my story and thoughts. Dr. Phil: So would you mind going ahead and explaining your situation, being all truth and no lies.…
That trash from that house will make me mad enough to stand up for myself. If I pass…
(A deep, lush forest situated on the outskirts of Salem, Massachusetts, during the spring of 1692. Trees are scattered about, with dark green leaves that hang down gracefully from the trees branches. A slight breeze sweeps through the forest, causing the leaves to sway and a chill runs through the air.…
Macbeth Monologue MACBETH: Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.…