Have to write a 4 page essay for english and am fresh out of ideas can anyone help me please?
Topic is:
Write a short story in which the main character is transformed when faced with a daunting challenge.
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Aw mann, I'd like to actually read that story if it was about what Blast suggested.
How much would you pay if i wrote u one.
Fury said:
You can always take the approach I recently took. I wrote an entire essay on my transformation from a sperm cell to my birth as human. If written in the correct manner, you can portray it as a race essentially throughout a marathon, with the ending exclaiming the birth of a newborn. I will post mine below.
Essay:
And the race is off! I pick up my pace right off the bat, accelerating to the best of my ability. Being my first race, the taste of a loss would not settle well, and I knew that. Millions of us, all striving to the same destination, all aiming for the same goal, want to win this race. Everyone looked the same to me, we all seemed to have a distinct body figure to us, thin at the bottom, widening towards the top.
Once I reached the first checkpoint, I knew that the rest of the race was mine, I had this victory in the bag. The first checkpoint building was a large spherical building, with pinkish interior coloring, which seemed somewhat out of the ordinary to me. I had not expected this superstructure to have the girlish form of covering, but it was a beautiful building nonetheless. Once checking in with my supervisor, I then made my way around the architecture, scouting out the start of my next race.
The next “leg” of the race seemed like a tricky one, it looked almost as though I were to remain in this odd building for nine more months, and this house-like figure would proceed to move with me. Being the lazy bastard I am, I decided nothing could be better than relaxing in this warmth, constantly being fed, and just going with the flow. It took me some time to realize, but I eventually looked around and recognized that all of my opponents, and my old companions running with me, had not made it into the building. Where had my friends gone? Why didn’t my friends come in second and third right behind me, like they were throughout the whole race? Seeing as I am smaller than a pea sized being, those thoughts seemed to go into one ear and out the other at this point. After a few months of life in this house, the walls seemed to begin shrinking in towards me, and I needed to shift my body multiple times due to the discomfort this home began giving me. I kept hearing these weird voices outside of my real estate, constantly saying “OH MY GOD HE’S KICKING!”. Who was kicking what, and why? The voices constantly grew more and more annoying on me, yet I grew to love and cherish them. After living in the comfort of this household for approximately 270 days, I recognized I certainly outgrew my stay, both metaphorically and literally.
One day, I saw a bright light shining in, and I did not want to know what exactly it was, so I began moving in the opposite direction out of fear from the unknown object. This light, and these people outside seemed to mean me some form of harm, because I could recognize the same voice that lovingly talked about me, screaming in some form of pain, these men must have been hurting her. The man, doctor Mitch, proceeded to scream “PUSH!” at the top of his lungs, and these large man-like hands cradled me, and helped me climb out of my old home. I proceed to cry and scream, because that had to have been one of the most uncomfortable experiences I have ever succumbed to, I accepted the fate. Now, a young boy outside of this old estate I had lived in for so long, I finally recognized, that had not been a race, that had been birth, the escape from my mother. I could feel the supernatural forces pushing me each way through each segment of the race, and now my reward, I will be waited on hand and foot for the next few years.
Once I reached the first checkpoint, I knew that the rest of the race was mine, I had this victory in the bag. The first checkpoint building was a large spherical building, with pinkish interior coloring, which seemed somewhat out of the ordinary to me. I had not expected this superstructure to have the girlish form of covering, but it was a beautiful building nonetheless. Once checking in with my supervisor, I then made my way around the architecture, scouting out the start of my next race.
The next “leg” of the race seemed like a tricky one, it looked almost as though I were to remain in this odd building for nine more months, and this house-like figure would proceed to move with me. Being the lazy bastard I am, I decided nothing could be better than relaxing in this warmth, constantly being fed, and just going with the flow. It took me some time to realize, but I eventually looked around and recognized that all of my opponents, and my old companions running with me, had not made it into the building. Where had my friends gone? Why didn’t my friends come in second and third right behind me, like they were throughout the whole race? Seeing as I am smaller than a pea sized being, those thoughts seemed to go into one ear and out the other at this point. After a few months of life in this house, the walls seemed to begin shrinking in towards me, and I needed to shift my body multiple times due to the discomfort this home began giving me. I kept hearing these weird voices outside of my real estate, constantly saying “OH MY GOD HE’S KICKING!”. Who was kicking what, and why? The voices constantly grew more and more annoying on me, yet I grew to love and cherish them. After living in the comfort of this household for approximately 270 days, I recognized I certainly outgrew my stay, both metaphorically and literally.
One day, I saw a bright light shining in, and I did not want to know what exactly it was, so I began moving in the opposite direction out of fear from the unknown object. This light, and these people outside seemed to mean me some form of harm, because I could recognize the same voice that lovingly talked about me, screaming in some form of pain, these men must have been hurting her. The man, doctor Mitch, proceeded to scream “PUSH!” at the top of his lungs, and these large man-like hands cradled me, and helped me climb out of my old home. I proceed to cry and scream, because that had to have been one of the most uncomfortable experiences I have ever succumbed to, I accepted the fate. Now, a young boy outside of this old estate I had lived in for so long, I finally recognized, that had not been a race, that had been birth, the escape from my mother. I could feel the supernatural forces pushing me each way through each segment of the race, and now my reward, I will be waited on hand and foot for the next few years.
Feel free to steal it bro.
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How tf do you have to already right a 4 page essay and school started like a week ago lmfao that blows
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