TASK 4
Rewrite the story of Little Red Riding Hood from the POV of the wolf.
I am known for my big eyes, big ears, big mouth, big nose and extremely sharp teeth. I don’t blame them for saying those things and being afraid of me. What can I do, I’m a wolf and I need to eat. I wouldn’t be dangerous or fearful to humans if they would bring a piece of stake or something to fill up my empty belly. The only meat available is humans flesh but I could not go into the village, they will kill me.
That one fine day I over heard that little red riding hood is going to send her sick grandmother a basket of food. So I thought to myself that this is going to be my big break. I would be able to devour two human fleshes in one day which is two more than I get every day. The next I decides to ambush her sick grandmother first. As knock on the door, I heard a gasp with fright. I kick the door down and saw through the little window at the back that her grandmother has ran out. I was too weak to chase her. I put on her cloth and lay on the bed. I had a brilliant plan. As soon as the little red riding hood come in, I will asked her to come near to me and “BOOM” I will attack.
A minute later my lunch arrived. So I did my plan. I asked her to approach me. As I jumped up to eat my lunch, the village hunter kicks the door and shoots me. I was gone and didn’t manage to have my last meal. The wonderful little red riding hood was save Bla Bla Bla.
That’s my POV from the place where dead animals goes.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Task 3
Task 3
Confessions of a Guitarist
There my band and I was on stage, all of our fans cheering and screaming “Take No Prisoners, Take No Prisoners” which was the name of our band. The feeling up on the stage with all eyes on us is just very exciting and exhilarating. I’m not sure but there were sometimes some surreal feeling too. This was the best time of our life. I have gotten what I had always dreamt of. We had sold over two million copies of our entire album altogether.
But that was not to be.
Take No Prisoners were a struggling band trying to very hard to make it.. There were only four of us and I was the lead guitarist, Matt was the rhythm guitarist, Jay was the bassist and Moose on drumbs. I was the one who was trying to make the band big. I was like the bands front man. I was also the person who finds gig for the band and at the same time trying to impress so that the band could get a label. All of us were nineteen years old, with no job trying to find label. We left school at fifteen years old thinking that our music could help us to fame and fortune. Now four years later and still nothing.
Every night I thought to myself how am I going to make the band more popular that someone wants to offer us a label. But it has never entered my mind what if this could never happen. My mom and dad were disappointed when I decided to drop out but now they just give full support in what ever I do. My dad was the person who told me to find gigs at some club or something so that the band could get notice. We covered songs from Bullet For My Valentine and Avenged Sevenfold. We played in a few clubs trying to get notice.
I had made a few originals songs for the band. That one time we decide to play one of our original song at this club. As soon as the song ends, Jay the bassist, ask the crowd weather they enjoy our original song and the reply was surprising. All of them likes the song that I had written.
Still after a few more gigs still no label or contract. So the band is still finding new venues and I had just finished a new song. Sometimes I feel weather I had made the wrong choice of dropping out of school. Education is very important.
(424 words)
Confessions of a Guitarist
There my band and I was on stage, all of our fans cheering and screaming “Take No Prisoners, Take No Prisoners” which was the name of our band. The feeling up on the stage with all eyes on us is just very exciting and exhilarating. I’m not sure but there were sometimes some surreal feeling too. This was the best time of our life. I have gotten what I had always dreamt of. We had sold over two million copies of our entire album altogether.
But that was not to be.
Take No Prisoners were a struggling band trying to very hard to make it.. There were only four of us and I was the lead guitarist, Matt was the rhythm guitarist, Jay was the bassist and Moose on drumbs. I was the one who was trying to make the band big. I was like the bands front man. I was also the person who finds gig for the band and at the same time trying to impress so that the band could get a label. All of us were nineteen years old, with no job trying to find label. We left school at fifteen years old thinking that our music could help us to fame and fortune. Now four years later and still nothing.
Every night I thought to myself how am I going to make the band more popular that someone wants to offer us a label. But it has never entered my mind what if this could never happen. My mom and dad were disappointed when I decided to drop out but now they just give full support in what ever I do. My dad was the person who told me to find gigs at some club or something so that the band could get notice. We covered songs from Bullet For My Valentine and Avenged Sevenfold. We played in a few clubs trying to get notice.
I had made a few originals songs for the band. That one time we decide to play one of our original song at this club. As soon as the song ends, Jay the bassist, ask the crowd weather they enjoy our original song and the reply was surprising. All of them likes the song that I had written.
Still after a few more gigs still no label or contract. So the band is still finding new venues and I had just finished a new song. Sometimes I feel weather I had made the wrong choice of dropping out of school. Education is very important.
(424 words)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Task 2
TASK 2
Jake was angry at Diane’s accusations:
Jake stared at Diane in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she could have accused him of doing that horrible dead. His face gave her a dagger stared, if look could kill, Diane would have been dead. His face starts to turn red and his heart starts to beat more vigerously. Jake ciuld feel his blood preasure rising. As he played her accusation in his head, his rage increases such that you could almost see smoke coming out of his nostrils and ears. The room suddenly appears darker as if enveloped by all the negative feelings that came out of him. As Jake stared at Diane, she appeared to be shrinking.
She sat heart-broken on her bed:
She sat still and all along on her bed. Her heart felt so heavy that she could almost hear it dropped with a loud thud. Her face lost its glow, her eyes no longer twinkle, and her beautiful mouth now droops, without a smile. She placed her hand on her chest as she felt a sharp pain as if her heart burst into fire. As she tinks about her situation, her eyes fills up with tears. She was oblivioue to her surroundings. In her heart she knows that she could never be happy again.
Jake was angry at Diane’s accusations:
Jake stared at Diane in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she could have accused him of doing that horrible dead. His face gave her a dagger stared, if look could kill, Diane would have been dead. His face starts to turn red and his heart starts to beat more vigerously. Jake ciuld feel his blood preasure rising. As he played her accusation in his head, his rage increases such that you could almost see smoke coming out of his nostrils and ears. The room suddenly appears darker as if enveloped by all the negative feelings that came out of him. As Jake stared at Diane, she appeared to be shrinking.
She sat heart-broken on her bed:
She sat still and all along on her bed. Her heart felt so heavy that she could almost hear it dropped with a loud thud. Her face lost its glow, her eyes no longer twinkle, and her beautiful mouth now droops, without a smile. She placed her hand on her chest as she felt a sharp pain as if her heart burst into fire. As she tinks about her situation, her eyes fills up with tears. She was oblivioue to her surroundings. In her heart she knows that she could never be happy again.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Day at club. Eternity in heaven.
TASK 1
Day at club. Eternity in heaven.
I could never forgive myself. Why am I so dumb? Why did I get into that stupid fight? Now, Paul was gone and it is my entire fault. I could not even stand looking at myself now. What happened was....
Paul and could never been closer. WE were closer then the closest [people on Earth. We knew each other since we were practically in dippers. We spent most of our time together and also have lots of things in common. We support Chelsea fc and we despise Man utd and many more. On the last day of the first semester, we decide to go to a club as to celebrate our perfect grade of the exams. Our results were strangely similar. We so delighted with our grads and could not wait to celebrate.
On the Saturday of the same week, we went to the club. It is not the first time we’ve been there. At eight-thirty p.m. we set out to the club. We spent the whole time getting wasted but we still have lots of fun. There was even some performances perform by some people that we don’t know. We got along well with all the people there too. Until one thing that happened, which piss me off and the trouble sparked.
This drunken man spilled his two bottle of beer on my bread new shirt. I was very drunk then too so I got very angry and start shouted vulgarities at the drunken man. This was not me, I don’t get angry over some accident or over something stupid like this but I was very drunk and wasn’t thinking straight. We started pushing and shoving, then it turns physical. We punch and kicked each other until one part where I took a beer bottle and smashed his head. He fall over and stay down for a few seconds. I turn away and raise my hand up in victory but I didn’t know that the fight was far from over.
The drunken man quickly stood up and charged to me with a knife. I was too drunk to see it coming. Paul pushed me out of the way and the knife stabs him. It was one hundered percent directly at Paul heart. He died instantly. Suddenly I got back consciousness and run to Paul aid. I didn’t know that he was gone. I shouted to him to stay and don’t leave me. At the same time I did CPR and another man help to call the police and the ambulance. The drunken man ran out straight away after he had stab Paul.
The Paramedic checks for his pulse but there was none. I was devastated to hear that. I broke out in tears there and then. I could not believe that Paul was gone. Paul mom cried upon hearing the news. The person who stabs Paul was capture and was charged. As months pass, I still could not forgive myself and now I kept thinking that I was close to dying on that day. I still regrets what I did and how I acted. I wish I could go back in time and stopped the fight and prevent Paul from dying. I visit his grave everyday with only memories of him.
541 Words
Day at club. Eternity in heaven.
I could never forgive myself. Why am I so dumb? Why did I get into that stupid fight? Now, Paul was gone and it is my entire fault. I could not even stand looking at myself now. What happened was....
Paul and could never been closer. WE were closer then the closest [people on Earth. We knew each other since we were practically in dippers. We spent most of our time together and also have lots of things in common. We support Chelsea fc and we despise Man utd and many more. On the last day of the first semester, we decide to go to a club as to celebrate our perfect grade of the exams. Our results were strangely similar. We so delighted with our grads and could not wait to celebrate.
On the Saturday of the same week, we went to the club. It is not the first time we’ve been there. At eight-thirty p.m. we set out to the club. We spent the whole time getting wasted but we still have lots of fun. There was even some performances perform by some people that we don’t know. We got along well with all the people there too. Until one thing that happened, which piss me off and the trouble sparked.
This drunken man spilled his two bottle of beer on my bread new shirt. I was very drunk then too so I got very angry and start shouted vulgarities at the drunken man. This was not me, I don’t get angry over some accident or over something stupid like this but I was very drunk and wasn’t thinking straight. We started pushing and shoving, then it turns physical. We punch and kicked each other until one part where I took a beer bottle and smashed his head. He fall over and stay down for a few seconds. I turn away and raise my hand up in victory but I didn’t know that the fight was far from over.
The drunken man quickly stood up and charged to me with a knife. I was too drunk to see it coming. Paul pushed me out of the way and the knife stabs him. It was one hundered percent directly at Paul heart. He died instantly. Suddenly I got back consciousness and run to Paul aid. I didn’t know that he was gone. I shouted to him to stay and don’t leave me. At the same time I did CPR and another man help to call the police and the ambulance. The drunken man ran out straight away after he had stab Paul.
The Paramedic checks for his pulse but there was none. I was devastated to hear that. I broke out in tears there and then. I could not believe that Paul was gone. Paul mom cried upon hearing the news. The person who stabs Paul was capture and was charged. As months pass, I still could not forgive myself and now I kept thinking that I was close to dying on that day. I still regrets what I did and how I acted. I wish I could go back in time and stopped the fight and prevent Paul from dying. I visit his grave everyday with only memories of him.
541 Words
Monday, June 1, 2009
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