Deshawn Battle English 101 G Professor Haptas March 31, 2016 A Night at Work. The sound of chimes repeatedly sounding off from patients call lights. Nurses in blue scrubs rushing while patient care techs dressed navy blue uniform right beside the nurses like sidekicks. The House Director announces in a smooth calm voice over the intercom, “Code Blue- Room 344.” It’s never easy working in a hospital, especially being part of the nursing team. You have to know vital things
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INTRODUCTION The present course- paper is devoted to the comprehensive study of stylistic device – the epithet in the literary work “Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte. The topicality of chosen by us theme lies in the fact that a human being perceives the reality by means of various images. These images exist everywhere: in art, in nature, in thoughts, and in speech in particular. Each of us at least ones created an image. We use different means (stylistic expressive means and devices) to achieve
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draped lay figure, some pallid shape of academic gooseflesh, but finding only the glass and nickel and bleakly shining porcelain of a laboratory. Wintriness responded to wintriness. The overalls of the workers were white, their hands gloved with a pale corpse-coloured rubber. The light was frozen, dead, a ghost. Only from the yellow barrels of the microscopes did it borrow a certain rich and living substance, lying along the polished tubes like butter, streak after luscious streak in long recession
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Crabbendam Lake is by the ends of my feet, my head laid on my bookbag. No clouds surround the sun, so my eyes are closed. I’m moving my pupils around to get different colors. Towards the bottom, there's a pool of green and if I relax my eyelids enough, I can cut the center blue. Moving my eyes towards the back, the orange turns into a dark red until it's black and all the colors are gone. The lake was clear, and you could see the algae shooting up. Pinecones and twigs had been surrounded by the algae
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Aquarian Publications P.O. BOX 681 Palm Springs, California 92263 © 2002 Eloise Helm All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. First Edition Illustrations by C.J. Correnti / C2 Media Group, Inc. © 2002 C2 Media Group, Inc. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data ISBN 0-9639204-7-2
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August 1793, I awoke from the loud screams of children as they chased each other around the dirt-covered brick floors. Chickens clucked, geese honked, and dogs barked. I sat up from the wooden, splintery, unsoothing bench. My back ached and I barely could find anything to eat. I was blessed to have left-overs or offerings from people around me coming from the market. I had no home, no job, no money, and no family. My mother and sister had caught yellow fever, very slowly and painfully. They
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THE DAY THEY BURNED THE BOOKS by Jean Rhys - Dominica Source: Tigers Are Better-Looking (1960s, collection of stories). My friend Eddie was a small, thin boy. You could see the blue veins in his wrists and temples. People said that he had consumption and wasn't long for this world. I loved, but sometimes despised him. His father, Mr Sawyer, was a strange man. Nobody could make out what he was doing in our part of the world at all. He was not a planter or a doctor or a lawyer or a banker
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I shall introduce the origins of fused glass art, detailing where and when Toots Zynsky and Klaus Moje appear in relation to the movement. I shall also introduce their contemporaries and discover how the artists have influenced (and been influenced by) their peers. Towards the end of the dissertation I intend to see what the future holds for the artists, their work and the artistic movement as a whole. My conclusions shall be based on what I have learned from this dissertation and how the artists
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us, in and out of our 200-year-old originally Episcopalian school. We sweep you with our eyes as if you were a landscape. We've seen everything the world has to offer, and we've dismissed it. We lean back in the pews, our heads against the brick wall, our feet planted widely in front of us if we are wearing jeans—worn jeans that we say we've had since we were ten. If we're wearing miniskirts, we cross our long legs and tuck one foot behind the other calf, like CJ told us she once saw Anne Sexton
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(Wesley's POV) After talking with Willa, I decided to go get some food then head to the house. David shouldn't be here yet so I can finish packing my things and leave for good. When I got to the house, I opened the door with my silver key and headed inside, overhearing the television playing and bottles clanking together. I step out of view from the living room, my heart racing. Why is he home? He should still be at work, I thought, as I turned to see how many bottles of beer there were. I turned
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