Writing To Entertain
The piece entitled ‘Let’s Talk About Sex…’ is a piece written to
simply entertain its audience. The text is in no way formal or
serious, as it is written for a men’s magazine and deals with modern
issues in a modern way.
The readers of this text are intended to be predominantly male between
the ages of 16 and 35. The ideal reader of this text would be a
stereotypical man who is looking for a light read during his lunch
break at the office.
The text itself is very euphoric, and arouses many emotions in the
reader as he/she progresses through the article. For example, sympathy
arises within the reader when they read the opening paragraph
(“Tuesday, and I pace up and down the bar of my….”). Sympathy is
created here as the audience can relate to what the author is
experiencing, there is no one I can think of who hasn’t been set a
task of which they do not know how to complete. Sympathy is also
created in this paragraph when the reader discovers the author’s job
severely lacks excitement. The sentence, “A couple of hours pass and
I’ve had no progress, still behind the bar, still waiting for a
customer to lighten up my day,” uses repetition to emphasise the
boredom that I used to go through whilst stood at that bar. Once
again, this allows the audience to connect with the text as most
people have had a long, laborious day at work at some point or
another. These negative emotions are short lived however, as
excitement is created by the use of the metaphor, “Like a chicken in a
slaughter house, suddenly realising it’s purpose in life”. This crude
sense of humour is very ‘male’ and was used with the intention...
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get millions of results. But by ignoring this fact and doing it
anyway, I could develop irony and make the reader of the text scream
out aloud “you should of known that was going to happen!”.
I have many hopes for this piece of writing. Firstly, I obviously
hope it gets me a good grade, but I also hope that it achieves its
aim; to entertain, without being superficial. Unfortunately, due to a
series of nasty illnesses on my part and some mix-ups with teachers, I
was unable to accompany this text with the graphology I had planned
due to time constraints. I had planned to set this article into a
replica of a page in the best selling (and one of my personal
favourites) men’s magazine; FHM. Despite this, I have thoroughly
enjoyed writing this piece, and hope you have had as much pleasure in
reading it.
Around the age of 11 to 14, children are typically seen as no good preteens who do not need to be fed any more fuel to their anti authority behavior. Children within this age group are typically found on a confusing path of finding their own identity. From the time they were born, they had their parents, or guardian to be around the corner to help with any confusing moment. Around ages 11 to 14, children are seeking to become young adults, and they feel as if they have to do it on their own. With literature, educators and parents can still guide the children to the right path of being coming a proper young adult.
5. The intended audience of this book is anyone, and everyone, ages 18 and up, who want to change the way they feel, think, and live!
The window was cold to the touch. The glass shimmered as the specks of sunlight danced, and Blake stood, peering out. As God put his head to the window, at once, he felt light shining through his soul. Six years old. Age ceased to define him and time ceased to exist. Silence seeped into every crevice of the room, and slowly, as the awe of the vision engulfed him, he felt the gates slowly open. His thoughts grew fluid, unrestrained, and almost chaotic. An untouched imagination had been liberated, and soon, the world around him transformed into one of magnificence and wonder. His childish naivety cloaked the flaws and turbulence of London, and the imagination became, to Blake, the body of God. The darkness lingering in the corners of London slowly became light. Years passed by, slowly fading into wisps of the past, and the blanket of innocence deteriorated as reality blurred the clarity of childhood.
The audience of this text would best veer toward passionate readers that read books on a daily basis. According to
Donelson, Kenneth L., and Alleen Pace. Nilsen. Literature for Today's Young Adults. 7th ed. Boston: Pearson/Allyn and Bacon, 2005. Print.
Donnelson, K.L. and Nilsen, A. P. (1997). Literature for Today's Young Adults. New York: Longman.
Nostalgia. That’s what I’d felt, it was like an overwhelming wave of worry and happiness holding me back and not letting go, and it was. I’d also felt pain, but that was probably from the broken arm. It had been five years since I’d seen V and here we were again, both in the hospital, of our own accord. Again. My heart pumped, and I couldn’t sit still. We’d fought, literally all the time, on purpose. It’s not like we hated each other or anything. It was just our way of having fun. This is a weird way of fun. Said everyone but us.
“ you can't go looking for him Elena we told you about this Klaus thinks you're dead and we'd like to keep it that way ” Tyler said as we were all at the Salvatore house trying to get everything ready for the party tonight.
Outside the gates, Lieutenant Gilbert, who was the definition of refinement, is repeating Prince Gabriel’s words to the masses.
Take deep breaths, I told myself. Don't get upset. Try not to think about what has happened. Don't start getting angry. My focus had been intently on a puzzle I was doing since that morning, day fifteen of Light's confinement. L stared at the TV screen. Aizawa read the newspaper. And Matsuda ran in reminding us of why we were all distressed.
In the bright early morning, the sun shone in on the white marble pillars and the stone floor was bleached white with light. In the throne room all the gods had left to do their duties to the mortals. Zeus and Poseidon though remained sitting on golden thrones high up above the ground.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Donelson, Kenneth L., and Alleen Pace. Nilsen. Literature for Today's Young Adults. New York: Longman, 1997. web. 17 Nov. 2011.
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
The language of this book can sometimes be difficult when the author uses scientific or high tech terms, or certain words that you are not usually used to, but otherwise this book is easily read by people in my own age.