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Post by Kiri on Sept 3, 2009 14:24:59 GMT -5
I'm feeling gutsy and I wanna post some papers I wrote for my College Writing II Course. Of course everyone can see how you RP, and some of us how we write stories. This thread gives us a chance to show how we write essays and actually school work-- things that REALLY matter... for a grade. Enjoy?
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Post by Kiri on Sept 3, 2009 14:27:28 GMT -5
I have the song for this attached. Jira-- this is what I have been looking for. Dove Music Box[/i] To the touch, it is smooth, but at the same time has the rough feeling of an old coat of paint with the touch of a dust layer sprinkled upon it; not the smooth feeling of porcelain one would expect. To the ear, a sweet-but almost melancholy- tune caresses the eardrum. Open your ears and allow them to taste this simple flow of music. The calming sway of notes has enough energy to lull your eyes into a small, serene slumber. To the sight, it is two doves, an amorous pair or a mother looking over her child? Permit your eyes to embrace the welcoming peace as the luminous white allows the doves to glow in the perfect lighting. The simple boysenberry slumbering upon the leaves compliment the snow-white textured feathers of the doves. Gently turn the porcelain over in your hands and you’ll find the small crank to operate the art piece. On the back, just below the doves, the fingers of long ago flipped this small leaver to begin the music. To stop it at will, one simply had to flip it back, or allow the haunting melody to play through its few rounds of music. That is what others see and hear, but I see and hear a memory of my Grandmother. The memory of her holds true, but why does such a small, almost upsetting piece of work bring up her memory? Not only was it hers, but she had passed down this ‘artifact’ to her youngest grandchild. Behind the meaning of the haunting melody is another world of love; the love the two doves share. Is the higher dove looking down at a child, or perhaps a lover? This is for the listener, the interpreter, to distinguish. Attachments:
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Post by Kiri on Sept 7, 2009 16:12:27 GMT -5
The Fine Art of Sneezing
You can feel that familiar, tingling, itching, eye-watering sensation building up in your sinuses. Your eyes start to water slightly, then suddenly slam shut. A huge gust of air is gasped in. Your mouth is morphed into an almost gruesome shape. You glance at the light, wanting this unforgiving sensation to leave! You can feel it, right in your nose, and you gasping a few more times, preparing for the worst, then, after all that dramatic performance… nothing happens. Amuse-filled eyes look curiously at you as you relax and laugh softly about it to yourself. What just happened? Just as you relax (and probably return to the work you were doing), a loud, almost obnoxious ‘Ah-choo!’ escapes your lips. Luckily for the innocent bystander, you were able to sneeze comfortably into your elbow. Many times I laugh at other people’s sneezing. Why? That is a very good question, indeed; a question I can answer simply: my friend Cassie. Her sneezes, like many others, range from a variety of levels- simple baby-sneezes, to loud-obnoxious sneezes, high-pitched, to low-pitched, single sneezes, to multiple. My favorite sneeze (weird that I have one, I know) is my dad’s sneezes. How can I have a favorites\? Very easily- my dad’s sneeze are very easy to time. He sneezes once, count to five, and he sneezes again. However, there are those select times that he would sneeze once, then no more; or even the times when he would sneeze not once, not twice, but for a third time. As always, my sister and I took up this ‘hobby’ of counting down, and even making up a small philosophy of his sneezes, alas, for only two. One sneeze was only a false alarm, unless a second sneeze followed- then first would serve as a warning. Sadly, not all sneezes are proficient enough to be counted down. But you know the next time someone sneezes, you might actually pay attention to the loudness or softness that may grace your ears.
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