The Raid - Original Writing The man, dressed in a long black overcoat, glanced at his watch. It was 11:30pm on a dark, miserable London night. He was waiting inside his white BMW for the pickup. Finally he saw the headlights, picking their way through the smoke; rain; darkness and fog, pulling into the deserted car-park. It was a black Mercedes with tinted windows. A short man got out, closely followed by two taller men, his cronies. He was dressed in a smart black suit and carried a large briefcase in his right hand. "You got the money?" He demands "If you got the stuff" "Good, we can proceed" The smaller man opened his briefcase, the buyer knew what was inside; 2 large bags, full of class A drugs. "Good, now that will be £250, 000 like we agreed" "Assuming all is in order" He took out a pen-knife from his inside pocket and made a small slit in one of the bags; he rubbed a small amount of the white powder onto his gum. "Very good" he went back to his own BMW, took out his own briefcase and handed it to the short man, "I hope its all there" he said "Of course it is! Hey, what was that?" It was the faint sound of a police siren getting closer and closer. Both men rushed frantically to their cars but before they could step on the accelerator they were surrounded by 2 or 3 police cars. The police got out of their cars, using their doors as shields, their guns pointed at the two cars. There was another siren as an armed response unit and a riot van pulled into the car park. The armed units positioned themselves around the car park, almost completely surrounding the 2 cars. There was an eerie silence across the deserted car park; you could almost hear the suspect's heavy breathing. There was so much tension in the air it felt like you could physically cut it.
I had to find somewhere to hide. If I didn’t, I would be caught. I
In Part 4 of the English A Language and Literature [SL] course, two works were studied: The Royal Hunt of the Sun [Schaeffer, P.] and Macbeth [Shakespeare, W.].
and be able to see further than my nose. But, as I spun around, my
The Wolf Game - Original Writing During this exercise, I felt many different emotions. As I had been
A running theme in William Golding’s Lord of the Flies is the hunts and their progression, as well as symbolic meaning it possesses as the hunts continue. The hunts always ultimately revert back to an evil and primitive nature. The cycle of man’s rise to power, or righteousness, and his inevitable fall from grace is an important point that Golding proves again and again. Lord of the Flies, is a story of a group of boys of different backgrounds who are marooned on an unknown island when their plane crashes. As the boys try to organize and formulate a plan to get rescued, they begin to separate and as a result of a decision a band of savage tribal hunters is formed. Eventually the boys almost entirely shake off civilized behavior.
Original Writing - The Conflict He could hardly see anything. It was dark, wet and the
I was bored and had nothing else to do, so I followed Ron and we
In William Golding’s novel, The Lord of the Flies,he uses his writing to portray many hidden messages. From demonstrating how man can be self destructive, to how our society can influence the minds of young children. The book which was written out of the tension of World War II, is about a group of British school boys who end up on a deserted island after the plane crashed when it was shot down. They boys find themselves with no adults and struggling to remain civilized and have order. One of the main messages that William Golding is portraying in this novel is his political views and how he believes a democracy is a better form of governments. He does this with the conch, the two separate groups, and
to move swiftly and elegantly and not even to kill, but to sit like a
The Match - Original Writing Drums beating, hearts racing, sweat dripping. Eleven men with their
in his vast hand. He then flicked the boot lid up with ease. Then the
Jack tried many times to start the car, but there was no hope the car
When Rurik smiled, instead of causing the tension in the room to relax, Freya could feel it tighten. She knew from his expression that perhaps he had not intended it this way...but could he not feel it? Erlend had given him his answer, and yet he continued on as if he had not heard his reservations. Yes, Rurik responded to Erlend's reservations, for he had heard them just like everyone else. But it was clear from his reply that he had not truly listened.
clubs and pubs. The other side of the city is quite and dark. The fog
took a bite of the charred toast. All I needed was to see my mother’s