The sky became dark and low with ominous black clouds. The wind picked up, howling, warning, barking like a wolf in the night. The first crack of lightning pierced the air, and within seconds, the rolling boom of the thunder reverberated overhead. Soon, the rain fell, slow to start, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. Then, it fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. It pounded on the roof as if it were demanding an entrance. I couldn’t sleep. Again. Insomnia haunts my nights, fatigue rules my days. The time trickles by, marked only by my clock’s changing, glowing numerals. My mind is blank, where there should be dreams is a heavy blackness. My eyes are as stationary as the silhouette of my bedside lamp. When the sallow glow of the streetlamp behind it becomes white, I know the night is nearly over. I close my eyes and they almost sting, like they’ve been accustomed to staying open. “Sasha... open... your... window...”
I snap my eyes open. What was that? Was it my imagination? Am I hallucinating after not sleeping?
Okay, now my inner demons were actually trying to tempt me with the thing I most wanted in this world. Sleep. I carefully turn the sheets off my body and wrap them around my shivering body like a protective cocoon. Shaking, I tiptoe to my closed window and open the hatch. Immediately, it swings open and the rain starts to drench me. I must have been hallucinating. There’s nothing here, and no one is talking. I roll my eyes, wishing I wasn’t so foolish, or gullible, or sleep deprived. I’m about to close my window, when, all of a sudden, I glance a flickering light in the distance. It’s gradually becoming closer, and closer and closer, until I can properly see it.
It’s a whispy, white colour, and it appears to be... a horse? It’s blue eyes look me straight in the eye, and I’m instantly spellbounded. It’s almost like magic, like when I look at it, all my troubles seem to disappear. It softly neighs, and I can’t help but think it’s friendly. I feel special, like the horse came to me, like I’ve discovered it! In the whim of the moment, I crawl out of my window and quickly hop on the mare. Almost immediately, it rears its head and gallops away from my house in the air.
There are people who are public speakers, and there are other intellectuals, ideologues or propagandists who are writers. Such people can also be called journalists, but that's a little more specialized, referring primarily to people employed by the media.The basic process of communication begins when a fact or idea is observed by one person. That person (the sender) may decide to translate the observation into a message, and then transmit the message through some communication medium to another person (the receiver). The receiver then must interpret the message and provide feedback to the sender indicating that the message has been understood and appropriate action taken.As Herta A. Murphy and Herbert W. Hildebrandt observed in Effective Business Communications, good communication should be complete, concise, clear, concrete, correct, considerate, and courteous.
This is a fact. An opinion is described as something that has no hard efficiency behind this such as Michael Jordan is the best player in the world. You cannot prove this and it is nearly something you think. Other people don't have to agree.
"Personification" is a figure of speech which gives human characteristics or qualities to non-humans.
The lines stated above from Emily Dickinson's poem gives "Death" the characteristic of a human as she stated "He kindly stopped for me." This means "Death" stopped for her when in fact, <em><u>death cannot do that because it is not a human.</u></em>
Dickens's object of social
criticism in this excerpt from Hard Times is that a system of education that
treats children like machines. The answer is letter A. It is shown in the novel
that the teachers only taught students regarding on the works of the society
but did not focus on the emotional context. The only thing that the teachers
care about are the results of the input that they gave. If this is not
corrected, then the students will bring it to the society. That is why, there
is a large gap between the rich and the poor. The rich believes that the poor
can make it if they strive harder. What makes it harder is that the poor has to
undergone so many things, pain and hardships in other to get to the top and
some of them could not even reach there. This is what is wrong in the society.
