victories and my defeats. Then it came… Like in I my dream the crow’s cry cut through my thoughts to bring me back to reality. Its call was more aggressive then I was before‚ hastier. In the background I heard a silence sound quickly becoming louder and louder until the deafening call of the ambulance passed by on my right I watch it until it entered my street. I started running‚ my shoes turned into the winged boots of Hermes‚ as I ran I was hoping‚ praying‚ wishing that I was not going where I thought
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communication is used on a daily basis‚ but there is non-verbal communication that could contradict the words being stated or written. In this paper‚ I will examine such contradictions in verbal and non-verbal communication in my office. I will also examine various types of listening skills important for deciphering non-verbal communication. Non-verbal Communication – Actions vs. Words Verbal communication is very important in the business world‚ but it is often the non-verbal
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English Creative Writing The soft cushions‚ the filtered light fell upon the faded‚ dusty dark carpet. “She was a good woman‚ your Grandmother‚ she taught me a lot‚” said Jenna‚ trying to comfort me in my despair. I didn’t reply because it would encourage more of her pointless words of sympathy‚ adding to the awkwardness of the situation. “Would you like to hear about our experience at the lake in the summer of 1965?” Jenna exclaimed. Although I did not want more pathetic words of comfort‚ this
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doorknob‚ two more screws to go. Two pairs of tires gradually creep closer behind his back. With the tail of his eye‚ he sees the curtain in the window next to the door move. His heart beat‚ now taken control of his mind‚ is banging faster and louder than ever. Two white eyes emerge assembling the body of an old guy is spying on him through the window’s curtains. An engine. A mechanic monster is coming to catch him. He can’t follow the rhythm of his breath‚ or his body. A pair of white lights gets
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BRIANCA LE Creative writing: Belonging A swirl of heat engulfed the outline of my body‚ its elongated fingers clawed at the edges of my jaw line. Their torturing grips strangled me through the airport security doors. The smell of oil and putrid stench of armpit wafted around my nostrils. Its odour gradually deprived me of rationality and soon dizziness overcame me. Before I knew it‚ I stood in front of a taxi‚ outside the airport and already heading towards a thin Vietnamese driver. His bony elbow
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Creative Writing 2. She lay there in a pathetic huddle of glass and blood‚ whimpering softly as the overwhelming stench of betrayal seeped out of the bundle of bones which had become her body. She certainty knew how to draw a crowd in. He watched them watching her; the do-gooders‚ the neighbourhood watch‚ the office workers; even the man from the corner shop snaking around her fragile‚ vulnerable body. Each of them carried a concerned look‚ muttering words of sympathy‚ occasionally
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It’s been three years since Eris’s death and Leda has been becoming a severe drug addict. Addicted to hardcore drugs‚ harder than before. She uses these days to cover up her feelings. The truth is that Leda did drugs to forget what she did. There was only one thing on her mind. All Leda could only think about Eris’ eyes‚ full of hatred. Her lips in a perfect circle‚ screaming. Eris’ body was strangely limp‚ almost like she had died before she had reached the bottom. Who would blame Eris for dying
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Prunveer Palia June.12/2014 Creative Writing #2- The Reputation of a Pencil Blk: C It was a day that changed my life forever. I could recall the events that happened on that dreadful and tensed day. It was the final horrific exam that I would encounter in my high school career. It was the final exam for the English twelve provincial‚ which was worth an astonishing 40% of my final grade. Prior to the final exam‚ my day started off with the sun smiling at me as its
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Creative Writing Prompts 1. You’re digging in your garden and find a fist-sized nugget of gold. 2. Write about something ugly — war‚ fear‚ hate‚ cruelty — but find the beauty (silver lining) in it. 3. The asteroid was hurtling straight for… 4. Write about your early memories of faith‚ religion‚ or spirituality; yours or someone else’s. 5. 5. Silvery flakes drifted down‚ glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird… 6. The detective
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She would then carry me back to my own room every night until I was about 5; after that age she wasn’t able to carry me anymore. Not that I’m too big or too fat or anything‚ she was just really sick. My father always said‚ “mummy needs more sleep than us”‚ and not to wake her up because she would be really tired. Of course‚ I’d always break the rules when my dad wasn’t around‚ as he would always spend his time in the study room with my two older brothers. I often snuck into this very room to wake
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