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Why We Love Literature  Literature, creative writing, books. This model debate the business of three of the commanding writers of the Romantic age, the poets Lord Byron and Percy Shelley, and the novelist Mary Shelley. Famously, these three writers lived and composition together during the aestival of 1816, an digression that propagate two of the governing myths of up-to-the-minute science, Frankenstein and the Vampire. Throughout their rush these writers were pledged in a creative and captious colloquy with each other that addressed mayor instrument contain: conceptions of the intrepid; the possibilities of political shift; literary, expert and biologic nature; the East; culpable affection; gender roles; and the Gothic. The model will foresee an occurrence to study these writers’ composition in detail and to examine them within their historical, cultural and mental contexts. Students also need to contemplate further side which may intercept list, stationery, ...

Never been subtle in matters of the heart. I have never been subtle in any matter at all. This has brought me out of my comfort zone and has challenged every fibre of my being to spill my heart out. No one forgets the day he/she encounters an angel. And I have no plans to be the first. September 20th 2015 was like any other day. Boredom creeping in from the very first break of sunlight. I should sleep in.just lie down till night fall. No one would miss me. No one cares. At least the previous days were all the same.Thoughts running through my thick skull. But the woven thread of faith has no bounds. The pull she possesses is far greater than any force struggling for attention. Expensive (my nickname by the way), you going help me with a favour.Cried out my eldest sister. I would need you to get down to Ikeja and pick up some household items from the lady I told you about. Not this again. You have a car for crying out loud. Just drive down there and pick this things up. Thi...

ONLY IN TIME. When i think of love i think of u I think of me and all we could be I think about "us" and know that I must stop and take a step back Because this is all in my head a story no one has read a secret held close to my heart So i sit and wish and I dream of a time that when anyone asks I can say that you're mine For i once heard a whisper or perhaps just my thoughts that I am not the only one who wishes and dreams and dares to believe that there would be an "us" a "you and me" And there would be a time that when anyone asks I can say that you're mine That time would come I know this,I do just like i know that roses are red and violets are blue and forever and always I have loved you...

My Difficult Ordeal Experience Let me start by saying I have not the slightest clue of how I became this "monster" been tagged on the head by the public. I have always loved the female world. The beauty flowing through the very core of their veins. Every figure being carefully crafted by a skilled craftsman. But like any other individual, the skeletons in my cupboard are yearning for expression. Being part of a family of seven(7) with a majority of six(6) girls, I have had little glimpses of the female world. Though hard to decipher makes it worthwhile to watch every move and tantrums been thrown. Perceive every step and choices made. Every struggle felt a thousand times harder. This I found out has totally affected my structure. My very being and my thinking. My first encounter happened with Sandra the first girl I had a crush on.Totally beautiful beyond words, lips aligned to perfection. Being in a house filled with girls, fate as twisted as she is granted...