Regular Joe - Original Writing
The lamp flickered for a second, but long enough to distract Joe from
his work. The office was silent at this time of night; everyone else
had long gone home to their family, but he wanted to finish these last
reports. The scratching sound of his pen over the paper, seemed to be
magnified and echoed through his mind. A slight breeze hit his skin.
Instantly, he gave a small shiver and turned around. The window had
been left open and as he shut it, he looked out at the city lights.
How small they all seemed up here, like hundreds of tiny candles, each
flame slowly burning away to nothing.
On these quiet nights he seemed to dwell on his own existence, for
there was no distraction to occupy his mind with other thoughts. He
would often think back to his school years, when so many opportunities
lay before him. He had always thought of himself as a fireman, or a
footballer, and couldn't help but wondering what that small boy would
have thought of him now. He was almost 40, and his dark, black hair
was starting to thin and turn more of a dusty grey. His eyes, which
had once sparkled with hope, now seemed tired, and slightly glazed
over. He turned back to his desk, his face hitting the lamplight for a
moment, and showing shadows under his wrinkled eyes. The thought of
going back to his empty flat seemed somehow less appealing than this
deserted office. He had almost finished the reports and knew that he
would have to leave eventually. He sat down on his worn chair, lifted
his pen back up and continued.
The penetrating sound of his alarm woke Joe up immediately. His hand,
almost automatically, hammered do...
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...how Claire Thomas, a newly qualified vet had gone
missing four months previously and, since then, nine other people had
strangely disappeared. They were all different: Vet, schoolgirl,
retired man, a youth, who they expected had just run away, a homeless
man who was frequently seen in the town, a housewife …. There was
another article in the paper, this one was not as exciting as the
first, but just as strange. Apparently a Local farmer, who went by the
name of Jeff Storm, had said that his pigs seemed to be living on
nothing. On several occasions in the last few months he had arrived to
give them their breakfast but their trough had been knocked over, with
the food trapped underneath, yet the pigs did not seem any hungrier
than usual. He could not explain what these pigs were eating, as there
were never any remains.
please let him in? As he spoke, he kept looking over his shoulder at a car parked right
went to work. He managed to free his siblings, however, they couldn’t get out because the door was closed. When
After the flashing lights we see a train cross a bridge in the darkness, its illuminated windows loom blankly. Then on
It takes a long time to get to the top but he did it in no time at all.I chose Joe Louis because of what he did. I chose him because he is cool and did a lot of cool stuff. Now let's get in there. He started boxing in the 1930s there were no other African-Americans in the positions of public prominence. He was the first African-American to achieve hero worship that was reserved by whites only. He had a good run with his early life, late life and death.
The sun had just set and all the street lights had begun to turn on to help see through the dark alleys. Just before we began to close the store something surprisin...
Has anyone ever wondered why, what made the tough Joe Louis join the sport of boxing? Before Louis held the heavyweight title for almost 12 years, Louis only had little schooling because his mother noticed he wasn’t strong at it, so she wanted him to have a musical career and had him play the violin. One day during his violin lesson, a friend of his recommended him to try out the sport of boxing because he was so muscular and tall. Ever since that day Louis hid his boxing gloves in his violin case; spending his afternoons in the gym rather than practicing the violin and became the great man he is today. Joe Louis is a rebel because he has improved the culture for all Americans and shaped their independence and character.
In “From Patriarchy to Matriarchy: Ma Joad’s Role in The Grapes of Wrath” by Warren Motley, Motley argues that Ma’s assumption of leadership throughout the Joads’ journey represents John Steinbeck’s favor of matriarchal, collectivist societies over patriarchal, individualist societies. I agree with Motley’s interpretation of Ma’s role in the book because Steinbeck juxtaposes her community-oriented strengths with the men’s narrow-minded weaknesses, showcasing her superior leadership. The male characters in the book, Tom & Jim Casy excluded, are depicted as individualistic, which causes their downfall on the road. Motley highlights this point by mentioning the family meeting position at the beginning of the book; the men have the most power,
I'm going to get my hair done later on so I better get mum to make an
Today I was going to the airport on my bike, because I don't own a car. I was taking a plane to San Francisco so I could take care of my cousin Joe MC Bob the twenty-first's chickens and then become queen of squirrels. The breeze was cold and the morning was same as usual. I think it is a good thing I have a bike, because the traffic is horrible. I arrived just time in to be able to get a ticket to get on the plane. I had just enough money to get a ticket to get on the plane to San Francisco. I didn't pack any thing with me, because I didn't expect to come back and I don't really own many things.
The sun had just begun to set when he left, and now the moon was high up above him. The night was eerily quiet, or maybe it was just him. Maybe he didn’t want to listen to the world anymore.
his eyes and go to sleep but he then heard a voice say: " if you close
to move swiftly and elegantly and not even to kill, but to sit like a
…..War was severe. We had no food for more than a day. It was very