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ENGLISH HOMESTUDY
Thursday, 18 October 2012
Monday, 15 October 2012
Research on William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare is very well known for his skillful play-writing abilities.
List of plays written by Shakespeare, William.
http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/plays.php
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare is very well known for his skillful play-writing abilities.
List of plays written by Shakespeare, William.
http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/plays.php
TRAGEDIES |
William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare was an English poet and playwright, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon".
Died: April 23, 1616, Stratford-upon-avon
SAD:( <--- He died on his birthday:O
Spouse: Anne Hathaway (m. 1582–1616)
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Wednesday, 5 September 2012
The door
A painted, scratched, wall of wood sits patiently at the enterance of the house,
It waits patiently for visitors to arrive, and beat on it's chipped surface,
It is a welcome sign, inviting it's visitors to approach,
Ready to open, to anyone who asks.
The handle is like a key,
turning and twisting,
unlocking.
The light reflects on its silver metal skin.
The door swings open, shut, open, shut.
It sways with a creak, in and out.
Pushed to the side, shoved against the wall.
Countless hands, leaving their prints on the front of the door.
Sheding paint in the painful sun,
Resting, in the cold night,
Waitng patiently for visitors to arrive,
and beat on it's chipped surface.
Venus Callan
A painted, scratched, wall of wood sits patiently at the enterance of the house,
It waits patiently for visitors to arrive, and beat on it's chipped surface,
It is a welcome sign, inviting it's visitors to approach,
Ready to open, to anyone who asks.
The handle is like a key,
turning and twisting,
unlocking.
The light reflects on its silver metal skin.
The door swings open, shut, open, shut.
It sways with a creak, in and out.
Pushed to the side, shoved against the wall.
Countless hands, leaving their prints on the front of the door.
Sheding paint in the painful sun,
Resting, in the cold night,
Waitng patiently for visitors to arrive,
and beat on it's chipped surface.
Venus Callan
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
I was free. I wondered out into the cold night air. Everything had just happened was too much for me too handle. I.. I just had to stab something! I felt evil. It must have been that glowing stuff that Tim was going on about. What was I to do? I couldn't just go out there and stab something like a an evil sick minded freak. I quickly unraveled the paper in an envelope that I had found next to the camera. It said 62 Sesame Street on it. But that was all the way in Iraqmgjkdjkyh, how could I travel there? I searched curiously again through the envelope, and alas, there was an air ticket. Hours later the evil thoughts rushed back again, I just could not control myself, so in the next few minutes I killed 7 puppies, 3 unicorns a reindeer and Justin B. But was the last one really a crime? I mean, what's up with his new song, it's terrible. Like is he supposed to be ghetto? Well i'm sure that made up for the last few crimes. You're welcome world.
Iraqmgjkdjkyh is weirder than I thought? There was peace everywhere, and ponies vomiting rainbows. What could possibly be wrong with this place? Why would my father send me to such a peaceful place, I was sure he wanted me to stop evil or something more productive of my time. There I was 62 Sesame Street, it was strange. Too strange. There were 3 boxes right in the middle of an ally way, I lifted the first one and it was a hobo. I lifted the second one and out came thing 2 and thing 1. The third one was next, as I lifted it, surprisingly, there is a bomb.
The bomb destroyed the world. (except for me.) I.. I couldnt believe it......... Three words, only three words I could say to describe the situation. (suspense)... those three words are....,....,...GOOD LUCK WILLIAM. mwahahhahahahahahah.
Venus
Iraqmgjkdjkyh is weirder than I thought? There was peace everywhere, and ponies vomiting rainbows. What could possibly be wrong with this place? Why would my father send me to such a peaceful place, I was sure he wanted me to stop evil or something more productive of my time. There I was 62 Sesame Street, it was strange. Too strange. There were 3 boxes right in the middle of an ally way, I lifted the first one and it was a hobo. I lifted the second one and out came thing 2 and thing 1. The third one was next, as I lifted it, surprisingly, there is a bomb.
The bomb destroyed the world. (except for me.) I.. I couldnt believe it......... Three words, only three words I could say to describe the situation. (suspense)... those three words are....,....,...GOOD LUCK WILLIAM. mwahahhahahahahahah.
Venus
Thursday, 31 May 2012
YET ANOTHER COLD
NIGHT.
It was Yet another
cold night, wrapped in a torn and worn-out blanket, gazing peacefully at the
stars which hung above, Aaron dreamt of his longing goal to find his family. He
spent his recent nights like this. Alone. He was not afraid, although he was not
in the comfort of his home, he was far from it. Aaron, as he stared at the
necklace was rather happy. The necklace strapped around his neck gave him a
sense of hope that someday it would lead him back to his loved ones. With a
deep breath of freezing night-air he grasped the necklace and thrust it towards
his chest, just as he drifted away to sleep.
He replied, "I
spent all morning looking for it, and when I turned around everyone was
gone." Then teacher looked at him in confusion and asked about why the
necklace was so important to him. He stated, "I was given it from my
father and mother, they told me that no matter where I am this will guide me
home safely."
By Venus
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
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