Not every night is beautiful, but this one was. The moon was lit up. A full moon, shining brighter than any other night. Trees began to rustle in the wind as a cool summer breeze made its way through town. Jasper knew it was the perfect night to leave. For as long as he could remember, he had always fantasised about leaving Corrigan. He dreamt about escaping his violently drunken father, and more importantly, he dreamt about being able to break out of the prison cell known as Corrigan. Today that fantasy had finally become a reality. Jasper couldn’t help but smile as he approached Laura’s window, brushing past the bushes as he quietly made his way to the side of the house. He had travelled away from town to find work, bringing back just enough …show more content…
He never questioned why Laura wanted to run away, all he knew was that he wanted to get out, and so did she. Jasper softly tapped his hand against Laura’s bedroom window, resting his back against the brick wall as he waited patiently for a reply. He was met with silence. Cupping his hands against the glass, he peered inside the window being met with nothing but darkness. Jasper couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine as he checked the lock on Laura’s window. It was unlocked. The only time Laura ever unlocked her bedroom window was when she would sneak out at night to meet him. “Laura might have already gone out.” Picking himself up, Jasper began to swiftly make his way towards his secret hideout, hoping to meet with …show more content…
Jasper had to learn how to survive on his own, and that was the reason he had a secret place. It was his getaway, a place that was just for him, a place where he could feel accepted in this prejudicial society. Some nights, Jasper’s father would come home late, the bitter smell of liquor surrounding him as he stormed into the house. Whenever his father was drunk, he would have a complete change in attitude. He would beat him, abuse him and when he wasn’t violently drunk, he was neglectful, not caring if Jasper was there or not. He was overlooked by his father and he was out casted by the town of Corrigan.
Jasper distanced himself from people, deciding the people of Corrigan were all just the same. That’s how he became self-reliant, finding a place where he could escape society he began hiding in his secret place. He was able to clear his mind from prejudice and problems relaxing on his own. This was how he encountered her.
Jasper carefully slipped through the wattle, brushing himself off as he transferred his gaze to the single tree that stood in the middle of the clearing. Laura Wishart was gazing up at the tree. She was admiring the light shining through the branches of the tree, reaching her hand out to capture the rays of the sun on her skin. Fury grew inside of Jasper as he stormed his way over to the intruder.
“Hey! What do ya think you’re doing here! This is my place, ya
He therefore has to try really hard to find the truth behind Laura’s death. I was too naughty at school and my teacher always thought I was the culprit when other kids got hurt, and no matter how I explained, my teacher still firmly believe I was finding excuse for myself. I was so mad and grieved when no one believe I was innocent. Therefore I really understand why Jasper choose to move Laura’s body to the dam, because the town would think he killed Laura regardless of the truth , that is why Jasper ask Charlie to help him and keep the secret for him. I feel so sorry for Jasper that he has no one who trusts him except Charlie. ‘Jasper Jones has a terrible reputation in Corrigan. He’s a Thief, a Liar, A Thug, and a Truant.’ That is what the town think Jasper because he is half aboriginal. None of the white people for accept responsibility for the acts of their children, they were selfish and hideous. At that time, Australian were so savage and brutal, they didn’t know what is equal and how to respect people, they judge people, discriminate people and bully innocence people, they only believe what they thought but not finding evidence. However, through the interaction with Jasper, Charlie has found that Jasper is actually a smart, brave and mature person; he is Atticus Finch It also becomes a factor that makes Charlie change his
O’Connor himself wasn’t partially physically intimidating. This fact became abundantly clear once he stepped off his chair and approached me. While not necessarily short in stature, his seat gave him an extra few inches compared to his natural stance.
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.
Jake watched as Miss Collins’ horse galloped through the trees and out of sight. He made an exasperated snort and slid the Winchester into the rifle scabbard. His duty was to get Duvall, and he’d start by doubling back to the dead or wounded outlaws.
However, when parenting becomes almost impossible, it’s not just them that suffer, it’s their children as well. Jasper’s mother died when Jasper was too young to remember and saddened by her death, Jasper’s dad eventually became an abusive alcoholic. The abuse that was inflicted upon Jasper made him realize that he had no one but himself, and that no one else cared about him. After all, his dad was the only person he had left. This is an immediate representation of the ostracism Jasper experienced. The lack of love and sense of belonging resulted in Jasper leaving ‘home’ and trying to make his own
Once upon a time deep in a large forest there lived a woodchopper, his wife, and their two children, Hansel and Gretel. It was a beautiful forest, full of trees, flowers and butterflies and streams. Matter of fact, the family had everything they could ever want except for one little thing.
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
I’m running late again. This time for sure Chief Bisbee is going to reboot my ass or worse. I know that the moment I walk through those precinct doors he’s going to yell, “Detective AI Franklin in my office now!” The Chief sounds mighty unhappy. He only uses my full name and title when I royally screw up. This really doesn’t happen as often as you might think. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Back, and forth, back, and forth I rocked on the old squeaky rocking chair out the front of my old family home. The grass was fresh and sparkly with dew. I took a shuddering breath of the crisp morning air that filled my lungs to the brim, after the war I appreciated the little things a lot more. Like the clean air that I could freely breathe and the vast expanse of crisp green grass and evergreen trees that filled my vision. I could move freely, not having to be afraid of stepping on anyone's foot in the crowded trenches.
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
Hello Nadine, this email is to follow-up with the message I left on your telephone voice mail. I received a phone call from Elena, who expressed the nursing director Mr. Gordon would not allow her to see the patient in light of the fact that the patient was still being skilled. According to our record, the patient was admitted to Avante of Lake worth on December 1, 2017, the patient was placed on cc December 3, 2017. I talked with Mr. Gordon the DON, who expressed that nobody informed him that the patient was on Vitas. There was a doctor order on their chart to admit the patient to Vitas yet he maintained that nobody spoke with any of the staff at the nursing home regarding the patient admission to Vitas. I inquired as to whether the Vitas
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.
Throughout this course, I greatly improved my writing through the projects I did in this course and successfully fulfilled all the course learning outcomes of writing and designing, reading and analyzing, researching and documenting, and the use of technology and media. This course helped me improve my organization in my writing and helped me learn to be more specific to help get the point of what I needed to communicate across faster. The following sections demonstrate how I fulfilled the course learning outcomes and how I grew as a writer through this course.
The night was nigh, the night sky shined a light purple and red-orange, it shined a dark blue onto the ground spreading across the mountains, making the trees and flowers a depressing black. Jerry was not here. I searched the laurel countless of millions of times, but with no sign of Jerry. But I wasn't about to through in the towel, not even by a bit. In what seemed
“Layla, I miss home,” Marley announces wearily as she rests her small head on my shoulder. I look over at her as we watch the bloody sunset fade into the treeline, making another day go by and turn into a miserable ebony night. “I know Marley, but home isn't home anymore. Nothing’s the same. We can’t go back.