Today i was reading the fallen again today. It's a good book so far they end up getting into a fight. A gun fight there was a lot of cops and almost the guy got arrested but luckily he escaped they investegated the shootout and found a dead body out in the trash and the found that it was one of the gang members and they were going to go after him tonight. Everyone in the gang didnt see nothing until the police arrived the guy convinced and they took him to jail. After that the gang kept doing their job and started to kill more people and the was not good.…
Writing Prompt #1 by Molly McBryde Over the years, technology has become much more significant to society. Humans are constantly developing new software and coming up with new advancements to help the world in several aspects. One way technology is helping the world is in our jobs. Robots are replacing humans on assembly lines, in checkout services, and in our daily conversations over the phone.…
The President's Plate Joyce’s family was gathered around the table to celebrate her special day. Today, Joyce has turned five years old. After summer, she will go to school with the big kids. “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Joyce!”The family sings loudly and off-key.…
The Process of Effective Writing Green (2011) states that APA and good writing is a long term process (p.69). The writing process has always been difficult for me. My writing has improved with the help of my instructors, online resources, and the college writing center. In order to write effectively at the graduate level, I will need to refer to the various writing resources that are made available. According to Green (2011)... graduate assignments need to reflect the appropriate level of critical thinking relative to the degree.…
Pony and I lay there in the woods watching the stars. As Pony went home I started to doze off as I watched the stars. As I was sleeping, Ponyboy woke me up with an aggressive tug & push, “come on Johnny, we’re getting out of here” Pony began, “we’re going far away” he continued. I didn’t know what happened or what was wrong but I just followed Pony’s lead.…
"December 17, 1853, Dear Mr Scrooge: You, a fine sir of business, may take little notice of this letter. Ten years ago you changed for the better. However before the change, you flung a cane towards the window of a boy singing. That was me." Scrooge laughs bitterly and makes the letter shake in his wrinkled hand.…
Draft zero: Writing Process Analysis My writing process is emotional. It is like a beautiful piece of art being made out of pain. Every single one of us takes different methods or steps in our writing process. Mine could be improved with simple anxiety therapy!…
When entering college and finishing my first essay, I realized my process wasn’t good enough in order to write a good essay. When doing my first narrative and comparing my narrative to the article “Thirty-eight who saw murder,” my process was reading thoroughly over the article and writing a reading report of the reading which it was included in the beginning of my introduction as seen in the image below. Afterwards, I just started finishing my introduction, body paragraphs, and conclusion. In addition, when finishing my first draft I revised it as well as from my instructor as shown in the black marks below. From the individual conference with my instructor, it is shown in the image that I needed to fix almost my whole introduction.…
Crawling, the stream of blood running into my mouth distracting me from getting to the phone. Slowly I feel my mind slipping, and the only thing I can think of is reaching the phone before I go unconscious. The pounding of my heart beat is exhausting, but I am in reach of the phone. With everything left in me, I dial the only number I can remember anymore. Each ring seems to take longer and longer, but over my heartbeat I heard a faint “Hey Nanny”.…
My personal interest in NYU’s dramatic writing program stems from an adolescence spent on the fringes of normal. Growing up as the shy, smart black girl in small-town Virginia, I found myself scouring the television or school library desperate to find someone like me, desperate to share in my otherness. But I couldn’t find her. She was trapped in a rejection letter due to her lack of urban flair. Or she was relegated to only providing sassy quips behind the fairer-skinned lead.…
My writing process coming into junior year was quite flawed and would go moderately like this: I would try and start with some hook that at least sounded like it related to the topic I was assigned. I then added a thesis that did not sound like total trash that included exactly what I planned to discuss. As I wrote the rest of my essays, I would sometimes realize there was something I felt added to the argument’s appeal, and after adding it to the body paragraphs, I summed it up in a couple words and squeezed it into my thesis. That was about the maximum amount of revising I would do for my essays. My decently crafted essays contained simple diction with a few SAT words I remembered while writing thrown in awkwardly.…
The Roundabout Interview Many thanks to Sean, Lenzie 12 Step Friday 8pm. What brought you to AA? The drink had stopped working.…
Click, clack, sigh. Click, clack, click, clack, click, click, click, these familiar sounds of keys working harmoniously with my hand’s every movement, signifies the formation of an essay. My fingers drumming the keyboard have filled up my freshman days through every paper I wrote. On account of these repeated actions, I have developed as a writer and with it the quality of my work. As shown through the evolution of my essays this year, I truly believe my writing has blossomed because I have finally imposed a step-by-step process of writing that works for me.…
Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Laura was cradling a pillow to her chest. The sun was beaming through her blinds causing the woman to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for Laura; she was a morning person after all. She groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit her face. Picking up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Laura looked at the time.…
Wind bustled through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Walking along the gravel path in the woods makes you realize how intricate the clash between weather and nature can be. Two natural forces both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain was going to come down any second; it’s distinct smell was filling the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front towards where I stood.…