James is a cunning, self-confessed and proud bourgeois. Being obsessed with fame and glory, he wanted to do something that would give him a certain cachet among the other men. Therefore, he began helping the poor in the rural areas by providing them with money, food and medical aid. He also ensured that the water in these rural areas was safe for drinking. Resultantly, cholera and many water borne diseases showed great signs of diminution. However, it was later discerned that by providing such aid to the poor they in turn had to work under harsh conditions for James’ industrial company. The truism “a leopard never changes its spots” holds much truth for a person like James…
Sally ruefully recalled how her son, John, ended up in jail.
On the night of his 18th birthday, he had decided to go drinking with his friends to celebrate. He eventually got lost amidst the noisy and frenetic club. When his friends found him, he was visibly befuddled. However, they thought nothing of it and assumed that he was only under the influence of alcohol.
Over the next few weeks, John started spending more and more time with his new friends from the club. His complexion worsened and her started coming home at later times. Sally sensed something was amiss and asked her son if he was encountering any problems. John, as usual, told her to mind her own business.
It was a Sunday when Sally heard a knock on the door only to find the police waiting outside. John was promptly arrested for aiding his reprobate ‘friends’ in their practices of vice – the sale and consumption of insidiously addictive drugs.
(The author prefers to remain anonymous.)
The fabric of democracy has been undermined by the acrimonious ‘fora’ taking place in the last few years. On what premise do I claim this? Gun based discourses have riddled and punctuated radios, televisions, and mass media. There have been appeals to fight fire with fire – the way to stop a bad man with a gun is a good man with a gun. Quite a number subscribe to such a tenet. Initial impression renders the appeal plausible. Yet, the statistics state otherwise. According to a 2012 study by the US based Violence Policy Center, criminal homicide outnumbered justifiable homicide by 32 times. (This is discounting accidental discharges and suicides.) In spite of this, gun rights proponents continue with their fundamentalist zeal. Meanwhile, on the other side of the partisan divide, families of victims and gun control supporters work on their end to prevent the tragic repetition of history. This is only one instance of the bigoted ‘democracy’ that we have in the US today.
Notes: The Merriam-Webster’s Learner’s Dictionary was also used.
Author: CWL. (2015).
Upon the King’s death last year, Keith became de jure king. It was not an easy task for he had not been prepared to take over the role as King at such an early age.
As Keith glanced up at his father’s portrait in his study, he couldn’t help but reminisce those times with his father. Keith recalled sitting in his father’s lap, alongside the old fireplace they once had; his hoarse yet authoritative voice propelled Keith to follow after his father’s footsteps to be the king his father had once been.
Keith always regarded his father as his hero. His mother died while giving birth to his brother. His father was the one that raised both of them, playing the role of both parents simultaneously. It was demanding, as a King has many duties to attend to. However, Keith’s father never missed a family dinner or celebration together. This is what Keith respected the most about his father: placing family and work to be of equal importance.
It struck him that his father had left his journal somewhere in the study. Without much difficulty, Keith managed to locate it among the rows of books on the shelf. He recalled his father bringing the black book around for work, documenting things of note while managing the country. A quick perusal of the book revealed how his father managed to keep the country running safely. Keith was relieved upon the discovery of the book as it would aid him in the future on the management of the country. One could say the kingdom was in good hands after all.
It was a hot, sunny afternoon. Allison was on the way to work with Chloe after their lunch break. The sun was blazing; the resulting sweat-beads trickled down their necks and backs. Hair clung to onto their neck like a thermal blanket, further heating up their body temperature. The sweat on their necks led to hair clumping together as though one had just taken a steaming bath.
“Wah, the weather nowadays very hot ah!” Allison grumbled.
“Yah! I feel like I’m melting already!” Chloe griped.
“Nowadays even with the air conditioner switched on at night, I’m still perspiring!” echoed Chloe.
“What?! Why don’t you lower the temperature then?” Allison questioned.
“Well, 25 degrees is the optimal temperature for air conditioner. Any lower and it will lead to a waste of electricity.” Chloe explained.
“Alright, how about not using blankets at night?” Allison inquired.
“But my feet will be cold if I don’t use them!” argued Chloe.
It was then that Allison could not fathom why Chloe refused to adjust the temperature to make herself more comfortable at night, especially with the recent and relentless heat wave.
Notes: Hyperlinks for vocabulary in bold lead to Oxford Dictionaries.