First 500 words of my monologue (stage directions)
Audience: 12+ year old children.
Purpose: Entertain and help gain awareness for problems in society such as bullying, stealing, abuse, etc.
My top life in Liverpool.
(Jimmy is a 12 year old boy living on a council estate in Liverpool. He lives a life full of bullying, stealing and making the wrong life choices which don't get him very far)
It wasn't me ma, I promise it wasn't. It was our bill, he did it ma, not me. It was the 29th time I 'ad blagged to her but she'd 'ave clipped me round the ear if I told her the truth. I'm 12. I aint scared of my ma, I just wanna make her proud. I was desperate though... I needed them new trainers. That lad was a divvy anyway. It was a cold night and I 'ad holes in me trainers 'cause our Shane is so crap at football he made me scuff 'em up. No jumper, no hat, nothing. Me ma don't have money for nice things so I nick 'em. I'm sorry for what I did though, it was a bit out of order. I didn't hurt no one, only scared him. Ma 'ad already told me off for skiving maths and going up the park that day. Maths is boring though. Much rather be playing Fifa at me mates house, me. It reminded me of the day I went to Manchester, an older lad got in me face, and threatened me. SMACK. I punched 'im round the 'ead and legged it. You don't get bullied if you're the bully now, do ya? Tuesday, we were there chillin' at the garages when Bizzies, 'de came up sayin' we'd been reported for 'anti-social behaviour' eh? We were only throwing stones at the old biddies walking past. Didn't even smash no windows. Ma 'ad a go 'cause I was an hour and a half late, missed me tea so I ate my entire chocolate stash that I nicked from the old corner shop last week... (giggles to himself) I got an ace pair of trainers down that market man, cost me buttons (giggles suspiciously) Plastic toys, tacky clothes, knock off perfume. You can buy all sorts of crap down them markets. One time right... I was walkin' down a jigger with me top lad Charlie. Shattered glass, litter, dirty needles, thousands of fag butts and a sock with a hole in it covered the ground. Typical street where I live. Ma' said I shouldn't walk down that jigger when it's dark but it was a short cut 'ome. Charlie was pooing his pants so I jumped out on 'im. He was on one for the rest of the night. Actin' 'ard in front of the birds and kickin' everything he saw. Funny night that was.
Bibliography
http://www.monologuearchive.com/t/twain_002.html (style model)
http://scousedictionary.blogspot.co.uk/
Friday, 25 October 2013
First 500 words of my brochure.
Audience: people with disabilities and long term health conditions
Purpose: to inform and persuade slightly
Front cover:
Seek Employment
Know your rights
A guide for people with disabilities or long-term health conditions.
Advice on...
Your rights under ADA
Finding and requesting reasonable accommodation How to file a charge if your rights have been violated
Audience: people with disabilities and long term health conditions
Purpose: to inform and persuade slightly
Front cover:
Seek Employment
Know your rights
A guide for people with disabilities or long-term health conditions.
Advice on...
Your rights under ADA
Finding and requesting reasonable accommodation How to file a charge if your rights have been violated
Halla, I was unable to post this on turnitin because word has ran out on my computer. I will write it up when we come back. As it is a brochure it is also hard to see the correct layout which it will eventually be in.
Friday, 11 October 2013
Travel writing
Exciting, magical, animating. Just a few words that come to mind when i think about Disney Land Paris. If you want a holiday full of adventure and adrenaline then this is the place for you. I remember arriving in the evening to be greeted by the bright flashing lights that surrounded me. Our first stop was the buffet. A minimal twenty euros for a taste of every country known to man. I was 10 and absolutely over the moon to be joined by Minnie Mouse herself- my first picture and autograph, with many more to come. The thought of getting pleasure out of being stuck in a hot and stuffy costume all day, surrounded by screaming children is beyond me! But I was entertained. Being a reckless, 'unworried about anything' child, I was up for the big, scary rides. The next day I was straight on them with my mum, sister, friends and Phoebes mum. We quickly found our favourite 'The rock and rolla coaster.' 'Walk this way, talk this way' was screeching loudly in my ears as the ride pulled away at the speed of lightening. The flashing lights, the loops, the sharp turns. Never will I know what it's like to be on ecstasy for the first time but I'm pretty sure that feeling was close. We went on it seven times in a row. I don't think anyone else was crazy enough to go on it, are you? With my head pounding and stomach churning I decided to eat some candyfloss. That was not a good idea! Bleurrr. All over the floor. It was a quick recovery, running over to daffy duck and pushing all the other children out of the way, all for a blurry picture that my mum must have took. We went to the Disney parade early to get a good view of the magnificent sight... and that it was. Glitter, costumes, colours. I was in awe. Later in the evening we went to Planet Hollywood. I tucked into a MASSIVE plate of ribs and looked through 376 blurred photos of Dumbo the elephant from the parade. I had taken them myself this time but, to be fair, I was 10 and the parade carts were moving! I loved that holiday. Disney Land- where dreams and wishes come true.
Exciting, magical, animating. Just a few words that come to mind when i think about Disney Land Paris. If you want a holiday full of adventure and adrenaline then this is the place for you. I remember arriving in the evening to be greeted by the bright flashing lights that surrounded me. Our first stop was the buffet. A minimal twenty euros for a taste of every country known to man. I was 10 and absolutely over the moon to be joined by Minnie Mouse herself- my first picture and autograph, with many more to come. The thought of getting pleasure out of being stuck in a hot and stuffy costume all day, surrounded by screaming children is beyond me! But I was entertained. Being a reckless, 'unworried about anything' child, I was up for the big, scary rides. The next day I was straight on them with my mum, sister, friends and Phoebes mum. We quickly found our favourite 'The rock and rolla coaster.' 'Walk this way, talk this way' was screeching loudly in my ears as the ride pulled away at the speed of lightening. The flashing lights, the loops, the sharp turns. Never will I know what it's like to be on ecstasy for the first time but I'm pretty sure that feeling was close. We went on it seven times in a row. I don't think anyone else was crazy enough to go on it, are you? With my head pounding and stomach churning I decided to eat some candyfloss. That was not a good idea! Bleurrr. All over the floor. It was a quick recovery, running over to daffy duck and pushing all the other children out of the way, all for a blurry picture that my mum must have took. We went to the Disney parade early to get a good view of the magnificent sight... and that it was. Glitter, costumes, colours. I was in awe. Later in the evening we went to Planet Hollywood. I tucked into a MASSIVE plate of ribs and looked through 376 blurred photos of Dumbo the elephant from the parade. I had taken them myself this time but, to be fair, I was 10 and the parade carts were moving! I loved that holiday. Disney Land- where dreams and wishes come true.
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