Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.
Title Day 1: I open my eyes, sitting up straight, only to realize that everything is turned 90 degree to the right… Next to us, a yellow school bus lies on its side. Pieces of glass scatters everywhere. Black smokes exit the cranky engine, traverse up to the height of an oak tree, then dissipate into the blue sky.
"Come read the rest of this, honey. " His mother had joined him on the porch. "It's a trip. " The torture chair looked normal in the hours before tea. Madame poured a second cup of tea for herself, and offered to do the same for the visiting luminary.
Under the circumstances I had no choice but to revolt on the great Creole ship. After reading this I hope you have a better
I got up off of the floor and looked at Patrick and asked "What are you smiling at?" He said "Damn Kas even though we're done it seems like you can't get me out of that pretty little head of yours. Do you miss me that bad sweetheart?" He looked over at Stanley and almost laughed, asking "What is he supposed to be my replacement. That's cute, but he doesn't seem like he could measure up to me, but honey that's your choice.
In session 1 we were requested that make 'the machine' representing to a nightmare which was yet common but still evoked fear from the audience. We thought of one action and single word/sound for the every member of our group and delivered it using repetition. My Group, and I sat in a circle and brainstormed what a recurring dream happens to us individually and picked ideas. This was effective because the ideas that we come up with were original and unique and allowed us to have an abundance of different ideas that we select from, We also decided that people have nightmares because they do not want to confront something that is occurring in their life, so we used this to our advantage by looking at moments in our lives that we did not want
Script Analysis: Character, Structure, and Progressions The play Better Living by George F. Walker is not a piece where the audience will understand every detail the first time. After many re-reads of the play, there are two main pieces of importance in both character, structure, and progressions. Through character analysis was the discovery that each character is complex - or changes either physically, mentally, or emotionally. However, the changes the characters develop are often negative. The other discovery was that every character seems to be searching for themselves.
My name is Andrew Freeway. I am a slave who escaped from my powerful white owner who did not treat me as a human being. I was treated as a piece of property. I was forced to work days up to 18 hours of hard labor. I was given harsh punishments if I did not work my full potential at all times.
It was quiet when I first walked in. No other customers, just me and the rebel barber, the summer heat only making me long for a cool drink. He began to shake. Maybe he believed he could conceal the slight tremble in his hands.
I would hate going to practice and to school . Looking at those boys would scare me a lot i felt like getting out of school. So i decided to stick with my sister so they won’t tell me stuff and be rude. I would like to move to another school that i will not be bullied or to be away from those boys that are mean. So i speaked up for myself and told them to stop because i don’t like the fact they're mean and everything may take practice.
The wood that makes up the frame of the door is soft and pieces have been carved away by years of rushing between rooms. The blue linoleum floor is cool to bear feet and the tiles are cracked with a golden yellow color as if it were imitating an alien granite. The right wall is hugged by a row of high cabinets and a block counter lower down and touching the floor. An old refrigerator murmurs in the corner and is faced by several huge bags of fruit, fresh from the town market and from the garden. They are spilling cherries, apricots, nectarines, and tomatoes into the blue floor.
There we were, Justice and I, standing in the living room of the Owens house. I could see that Lombard's body was moved off of the beach through the big window. He had told me to shoot him while we were outside trying to figure out who the killer was. I thought to myself he must be going mad, but then he explained why he wanted me to, so I obeyed and did what he asked of me. So that brought me here, standing with the killer trying to wrap my head around everything that was happening.
I am here to tell you that you are worthless, unstable, helpless, and confused. I will make you panic, make you anxious, until you feel sick to your stomach. I will affect every single part of your live, whether it is through a loved one, , such as your mom, maybe your uncle, or your best friend. Or maybe you’ll even experience me first hand. I have the capability to agitate to the point where one might kill.
We start in Paris, London where I live. I am Caitlyn Bollywood I am 19 and we are the wealthiest people in Paris, other than our arch nemesis the Robertsons. We hate them, well my parents hate them I have never met them.
INTRO I have done it. I have brought upon the death of another man! I have blood upon my hands. For that I feel I should have changed but desperation has replaced the sorrow I feel for my actions.
