"Airplanes"

By Haley Williams and BOB

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky are like shooting stars--------Simile

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky

Are like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)

Yeah --------- Onomatopia

I could use a dream or a genie or a wish

To go back to a place much simpler than this

Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'------ Dissonence

And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion-------Dissonece

And all the pandemonium and all the madness------figurative Language

There comes a time where you fade to the blackness

And when you're staring at that phone in your lap

And you hoping but them people never call you back

But that's just how the story unfolds

You get another hand soon after you fold

And when your plans unravel

And they sayin' what would you wish for

If you had one chance

So airplane airplane sorry I'm late ------- Perssonification

I'm on my way so don't close that gate

If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight

And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky

Are like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky

Are like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)

Somebody take me back to the days

Before this was a job, before I got paid--------Flashback

Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank

Yeah back when I was tryin' to get into the subway

And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it--------Hyperbole

But now a days we rappin' to stay relevant

I'm guessin that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes

Then maybe yo maybe I'll go back to the days

Before the politics that we call the rap game---------Connotation

And back when ain't nobody listened to my mix tape

And back before I tried to cover up my slang

But this is for the Cada, what's up Bobby Ray----------- Allusion

So can I get a wish to end the politics

And get back to the music that started this sh-t---------Literal Language

So here I stand and then again I say

I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplanes

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky

Are like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)

Can we pretend that airplanes

In the night sky

Are like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)

"I could use a wish right now". BOB takes us to the flashback when he talks about his life before becoming famous, "Before this was a job, before I got paid", "Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank".He uses plenty of rhythm and rhyming in his song. "I could use a dream or a genie or a wish, to go back to a place much simpler than this", "If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight, and I'll be right back at it by the end of the night". The entire song is in lyric formation and is mostly written in the first person. He uses hyperbole in the line, " And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it.", by saying "for the hell of it", he tries to explain that he would want to go back to the days when he use to rap for contentment but now it had become more relevant. He also talks about what it feels to be hopeless and in need of a wish really bad. It made him want to pretend an airplane to be a shooting star and he could make a wish, " Can we pretend that airplane in the night sky like shooting stars ? ". He wishes to go back to the time when his life was simple. All the plans that he made in his life turned out completely different from what he expected." the politics that we call the rap game ", He refers the rap game to the politics that comes with everything these days and everything is fake.    

The Unexpected Adversity

I knocked on the door but no reply came from the other side. I was very excited to see him because I was going to meet him after two months of summer break. Mr. Moor was his name. I volunteered at the Seniors Centre and over the couple of months, we became great friends.He always had stories to tell me about his devastating life, which was all about war. I knocked again, yet there was no reply, so I walked in. Upon entering the room all I could smell was coffee and cigarettes. The smell gushed through my nostril's and reached down to my lungs, I coughed. Earlier,  I told him so many times not to smoke too much but nothing kept him away from cigarettes. Finally when I regained my senses, I saw him.There he was, sitting by the window on his favorite comfy chair with a cigarette between his fingers. Now, it almost felt like it was a part of him. Usually he would be reading a book, whenever I came, but this time he was just staring at the door and looking at me. No sweet and humble greetings came upon showering  my way the way they usually did. "Might be tired", I said to myself. I walked across his little room and and sat across him. The beautiful view of the sun-set from his window didn't seem to please him at all. His gentle and sympathetic eyes were fixed on me. He wore his favorite cap and I wondered why. He had a little smirk on his ancient face. Finally I broke the silence " You look great today, something special?". There was no reply and I wanted to tell him about my holidays but he was just sitting back and staring. His face look more tired and weary today and the tiredness in his eyes told me that he didn't sleep for days.Something was different about him today. Even his room felt really cold and quite. A man like him would surely not hiss keep his room so dull. He had lost weight which showed more skins and bones. His face surely had many fold of wrinkles but one thing that it didn't failed to acknowledge was his wisdom of ages. He had been a war-hero. His tired and deep blue eyes once had been the shiny bright eyes in which girls would loved to swim. His weak and soft hands, once had been strong and rough which would do firing from one hand and loading bullets in guns form the other. Nothing would seem to be impossible for this man during his youth. Now it reflected back all the need and want of the old life, that once he lived and wished to live it again.Uneasiness was getting all over me now. The silence in the room felt like a huge amount of weight on me. I thought he might be angry with me for leaving without telling him. I apologized, but still his deep blue eyes looked right through me as if I was not there. I felt like he was trying to figure out several unanswered questions. Oh! how badly I wish I could help him, but i couldn't. Nobody could. The peevishness inside me started to build. The sun was setting outside and it started to get darker. His reflection gave me a look of a waxed mask of old age, which one could not overlook. Oh Lord! I was getting scared now. I got up to turn on the lights. I turned back and the hair on my arms shook up and a cold sweat went down at my spine. Mr. Moor was not there. He was gone. Whoosh. Frightened to death, I ran out of the room.

Dashing, dynamic, bold and super strong. A person to whom everyone looks up to. A person who takes a stand and becomes a leader. That's how I expected Slims character to be in the movie of Mice and Men , and to my surprise, he was exactly the same as compared to my imagination.
When people read the novel, they see a very unique and outstanding character of Slim and it becomes a very tough job for the filmmakers to find a face who already plays the part of a role model in the society. John Terry is seen like an American hero and he would be the perfect choice of playing one of the greatest characters of history, that is Slim. Slim is a character that requires to be understanding, caring and appreciating. John Terry has the perfect looks that is required for the character of Slim. His one look can get thousands of die-hard fans. The Strong ability of proving his point and making an influence on every individual who comes across, John Terry is the man!!! My favourite part was his voice. The influential command in his voice makes every person listen to him.One look at his face and a person would never be able to forget it. In my opinion, nothing seems to be more magnificent than to write a paragraph on the legendary man, John Terry. I am blessed with this opportunity. Thank you Mr.Vancamp.

"The Collage Application"

Honorable Admission Staff,

Today, it is your lucky day. You have been chosen by a very authentic, fantastic, and a magnificent person who will be attending your college.You will be very glad and excited when you will her my name. I do things and live life that nobody can, my name is Avneet Mann. I am blessed with superpowers. I have no comparison. I have visited the moon twice and have given away my opportunity of becoming the Prime Minister of America to Barack Obama. My mother, who recognized my potential early on, placed headphones on her abdomen and played the symphonies of Beethoven. As an infant, I showed great proclivity at everything I did. When most of my peers were sticking fingers in paint and learning ABC's, I assisted Picasso and wrote several volumes of short stories for Shakespeare.My music talents are not less arresting.One day, I stood out in the class as the only child consistently beating the tables with my hand and stamping with my foot, later I was told by the teacher that I was uncommonly gifted, and hence eligible to replace Michael Jackson.On Monday, I help the scientists at NASA to build rockets.On Tuesday's I drive across Antarctica. On Wednesday, I set revolutions around the world. On Thursday I give Mickey Mantle lessons. And for the rest of the week I take beauty sleep in Kilauea Volcano, Hawaii. Nobody has the ability to travel across the world in one day and talk in twenty-five different languages, but me!!! I am super fast, razor sharp and so powerful that I can climb the Mt.Everest and pull ten bulls at the same time.I have slept with lions and had breakfast with the eye of Hurricane. God was so delighted after creating a masterpiece like me that, he never created any super breed of human like me anymore. I’am one in a million. I don't wait for opportunities, opportunities wait for me. Blood sheds and people kill each other just to take one glimpse of me. I make impossible, possible. The whole world is my follower. God save them.I’am implausible but yet plausible.Dynamic, drastic, inevitable.Yes,of coarse that’s me.

Don't think that I’m self-obsessed, I am just confident and that’s not wrong. I live life to the fullest and enjoy every bit of moment. I’m me: i act immature, eat when I am bored, yell when I’m angry, and never regret something that once made me happy.I believe in true love, and I believe in making my dreams come true, because I’m a believer.

I am my FAVORITE.

" Oh dear, dear!!! "

"Honey,do you even care about the face that I am you wife and you are suppose to love me rather than reading this newspaper." said Marlyn irritatingly.

"Sweetie, I am reading about the share market. I invested a huge a amount of money on your father's company's shares and if it goes down," Reynold smiled mockingly, "you will certainly not be able to enjoy the luxury that you do now. So please let do some work here." snapped back Ronald. 

"Sure why no? do your so-called work.You don't even care about me anymore.I miss the very first years, when we use to go out, make love and  care a lot about each other, but now all you have to do is business." Complained Marlyn.

"Sweetie, I paid a $20,000 credit card bill of yours today and it was just about on the edge of giving me  heart attack, but anyways all the money that you blow comes from the work that I do ." snorted Reynold.

 "You don't care about me anymore.Do you?" asked Marlyn suspiciously.

"Of corse do." replied Reynold. " you don't, even if i died i wouldn't care! " snapped back Marlyn. 

At this Reynold got very irritated and with a pleading look on his face he said, "Sweetie,I had a very tiring day, so please don't start this now."
 "Why not." snapped back Marlyn. " You don't even care about me anymore," now she started whining and said, "not even if I died." 

"You know that's not true." replied Reynold.He took the chance and looked up from the paper to Marlyn. With a very polite gesture, he said "Honey bun, you know that I really love you, it's just that I am a little busy right now but later I am all yours." 

" OK, if that's true then answer my question." exclaimed Marlyn.

" Sure, anything for you love." , replies Reynold, looking back into the paper.

" What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?" asked Marlyn 

"Definitely not ! ", snapped back Reynold.

"Why not don't you like being married ?"

" Ofcorse I do. I love it.", replied Reynold while trying to beat around he bush.

" okay,okay , I'd get married again." replies Reynold with a smirk on his face.
 "You would?" asked Marlyn feeling a little bit hurt. While Reynold made an audible groan.
"Would you live in our house?" asked Marlyn again.
"Sure it's a great house." said Reynold.Now he started to see where the conversation was going to switch their conversation,"honey, I think....." but Marlyn snapped in by continuing the conversation "Would you sleep in our bed?"

 On hearing this Reynold got very annoyed and now it became more like a one on one game.
"Where else would we sleep?", Reynold snapped back.
"Would you let her drive my car?"asked Marlyn.
"Probably its new." said Reynold .
"Would you replace my pictures with her?", feeling a little bit surprised now.
"I think it would be the best thing to do."
"Would you give her my jewelery.",now she was getting frustrated.
"Ofcorse not,I am sure she would probably want her own."
"Would she use my golf clubs ?"
"No, she's left handed.", replied Reynold with a deep sigh.
Nobody talked for a while now,silence fell across the room.Reynold knew that this was possibly not a good idea to roll the dice.
Marlyn broke the silence and said," Sweetie my boyfriend is left handed too."


THE END

"The Intensity of love"

It was a dark stormy night, when Curly's wife walked into the barn, all wet, but yet trying to look as fresh as daisy. George was in the stable winding up his work. The moment he sees Curly's wife and Curly's wife sees him. Their eyes get locked. They look at each other with so much intensity that George unexpectedly blurts out, "Your hot as hell!". On hearing this Curly's wife gets frozen. George feels  a little bit embarrassed and tries to beat around the bush by changing the topic. On the other hand, Curly's wife's feeling starts to come out too. She Starts to feel like a fish out of water. She tries to breathe and gather her senses back but it wont work. Her looks gets weary and this does not escapes from George's sight. George senses that there is something fishy and she is troublesome. He says, "Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow." Curly's wife is not able to continue to control her emotions form her true love anymore and tears start to come to her eyes. She says " I can't handle with Curly anymore.Our relationship is as cold as ice and it would be better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.". George is not able to hold his horses and grabs her into his arms. On realizing how madly in love they are with each other, they both get tickled pink. They both blossom into each other's arms. George assures her that timing is everything and he will make everything alright. Curly's wife admits that curly is not her cup of tea and George is exactly what she needs.She also admits that she feels terrible ditching Curly's this way and starts to weep. But George comfort's her and tells her that love is blind and she was doing nothing wrong, besides there would be no use of crying over the spilt milk. She can't undo what's been done done.He promises her that from now on, on this God's green earth, he wouldn't let anybody hurt her feelings.As she is, as delicate as a flower, he will take care of her and love her for the rest of his life. Finally, as happy as lark's, they both run away.