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Some students have trouble nghề viết văn essays in the traditional sense, moving from hàng đầu, đầu trang to bottom. They struggle to get words on the pages this way, which causes them to take significantly longer to write whatever they need to write. If you’re going to school at one of the hàng đầu, đầu trang online universities, bạn need to know how to write well and efficiently at the same time. This is crucial in a fast-paced degree program like the ones available on the web.

When I was in college, I actually wrote all of my essays in reverse, starting from the conclusion and working my way to the introduction. This may be unconventional, but it worked for me. Here are a few reasons why bạn may want to use reverse nghề viết văn the tiếp theo time bạn have to write an essay for college.

Making Sure the Conclusion Is Big

When I write for the web, I can’t spend a lot of time leading up to the point. I have to let people know what I’m talking about so they don’t di chuyển on to another website. In the case of college nghề viết văn though, bạn actually want to do the opposite. bạn want to take people on a journey that eventually leads to a big conclusion. This is known as pyramid construction, and it is one of the most effective nghề viết văn methods bạn could employ in college.

If bạn want to ensure that your conclusion is thêm powerful than anything else that bạn say, bạn may want to consider nghề viết văn it first. That way bạn don’t have to worry about saying something powerful early on and then having nothing left to conclude your essay. Practice this a few times and you’ll see what I mean. It’s just easier to create the big bang from the start and then worry about the little details that precede it.

Creating Support for the Conclusion

When bạn have the conclusion in place, bạn already know where bạn are going with what bạn are saying. If bạn write from intro to conclusion, bạn may struggle at the end to bọc everything together. I think my essays flow together a lot better when I write them from bottom to top, but that may just be me. The only way bạn will know if bạn can have the same experience is to test this idea and see what happens.

Creating an Intro with a Hint..ro

I just had to put hintro in there. It was too punny to leave out Your introduction should be a statement that clearly defines your thesis and suggests where bạn may be going with it. It shouldn’t give away the conclusion because that defeats the purpose of the article. bởi nghề viết văn in reverse, bạn will know what your big point is going to be so bạn can avoid revealing it too soon. bạn can just throw it out there casually and then reveal everything in the end. bạn may not be able to do this bởi nghề viết văn the normal way.

Conclusion…Even This bài viết Has One

At the end of the day, I just think that reverse nghề viết văn is thêm effective for getting a point across. bạn may have to work a little harder to get everything to flow this way, but bạn will at least have a solid foundation to work with. Try nghề viết văn your conclusion, then your body, then your intro and see what happens for you. If everything works out well, bạn will end up with a killer essay that blows people’s minds.
I'm kinda new to writing(well sorta. I'm nghề viết văn a book in the Teen Titans club) So I decided to see if I could write a good story. So here's a prologue and please tell me what bạn think of this so I can see if I should start nghề viết văn the story hoặc not.

Four Hundred years ago, a girl named Akari Kokawa lived in a small village in Japan. She lived alone with her Father, . She never knew her mother for she was killed bởi her husband's brother. Akari's father was a cruel man. He beat his child and would often sell her body to men for money. She had enough of his torture and stabbed him to death...
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posted by ttmrktmnrfn0830
Introduction


Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that bạn could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story hoặc movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, hoặc feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as bạn probably know. Imaginary Những người bạn can be anything bạn want them to be. An animal, a creature bạn made up, a monster, hoặc just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Những người bạn that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
posted by gabatron3000
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posted by r260897
Zean sat on his giường with his Zeal. He looked at “her” with tình yêu but pain in his eyes. He was about to play something but stopped when his door was knocked. It was Ben. “ Ben, what are bạn doing here? Its mid…” he wasn’t completed when Ben đã đưa ý kiến “its just 4:45 p.m. it isn’t midnight. Zean, I don’t know about you. But I know our Zean. Please don’t try to bury your past in your tim, trái tim coz it will occupy the room, which happiness and joy should own. It isn’t midnight and neither your life…. Don’t make it midnight. Well gotta go. I promised Ilm to teach him to play drums,...
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posted by para-scence
Inspired bởi the song, "Looking Glass" bởi The Birthday Massacre.

"Waiting as I'm wanting to. Speaking as I'm spoken to. Changing to your point of view. I fade as I follow you. A boyish notion of false emotion. These words are spoken despite my love. A fool's devotion was set in motion. My eyes are open now."




I'd thought there was nothing wrong.

"He's really sweet, I promise," I'd said. They just didn't know him like I did. It made me angry. He really wasn't bad; just some anger management problems. That was no reason to be afraid.

Now I wasn't so sure.

"Look at me when I talk to you," he snapped....
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posted by DxCFan123
I wanted until morning. I was actually able to still live in my room. It wasn't an aparition hoặc anything weird. Like I never got bitten. Like I ran from him and was an toàn, két an toàn with my family. When morning came, I grabbed all my dresses and ran to the nearest mall and looked at the directory. Upstairs. I went up the escalator. I slowly walked inside the shop. It felt eerie and dark. That frightful night played back in my head.

"Help! Someone!" "Mamma! Mamma! Mam-"

"M'aam? How may I help you?" I snapped back to reality. "Oh, I have these old dresses and I thought a thrift store could take them." I set...
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posted by DxCFan123
It was the tiếp theo day. I got dressed nervously, had Bruno thought I was a helper? I put on a blue áo sơ mi that đã đưa ý kiến "Do I Look Like I Care?" and skinny jeans. I ran outside to look for the bus, it wasn't there. I waited and waited, but it never came! I ran to school. I finally got to school no one was in the halls. I realized everyone was in class. I wrote a fake note in cursive the best I could. When I walked into class I gave the teacher the note. She read happily. Not looking angry at all, she đã đưa ý kiến "Oh! I didn't give bạn a note. It was saying the bus driver was sick and there were no subs availble. Sorry!" I replied with " It's fine"
posted by para-scence
"Honey, do bạn feel guilty for what your parents did?" Dr. Bellamont asked. We were in the middle of a session that I was being forced to participate in. I shrugged. "I think bạn do," she đã đưa ý kiến quietly. I clenched my hands into fists. It made me mad that she assumed that. It also made me mad that she was also kind of right.

Dr. Bellamont went on for a while, saying about how it wasn't my fault for what my parents did. After a couple phút I got sick of listening to her and blocked everything out. She sighed.

"Hecate? Are bạn even listening?" she asked. I nodded, and she raised an eyebrow. I...
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posted by Insight357
“Yes, that’s right,” I nodded my head. Trying to convince myself I was strong enough to do this. “I’m leaving you! You’re hateful and abuse me! I deserve better than you!” Kind of…
    “You’re really going to leave me, Erik? But what about all the fun we had together?” He took another step toward me. I cringed, stop being so afraid, I sternly told myself.
    “Fun for bạn maybe. All I’ve gained from this relationship was these,” I stuck out my arm and pointed to my face. He only looked at me and shook his head.
    “I...
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posted by para-scence
**4 years later...**

"Are we there yet?" Hollis asked.

"Almost," Blake said.

"You're excited to see Aunt Dezzie, aren't you?" I asked, turning around in the passenger ghế, chỗ ngồi of our car. Hollis grinned eagerly from the backseat. Even though Desiree is six years older than her, they still get along well. Desiree enjoys watching over Hollis, and playing with her niece.

We were driving out to Dad's house for Christmas. The whole town was covered in a thick blanket of snow, and it was still falling. We soon came up to the driveway. Blake got Hollis out of her car seat, and she ran up the sidewalk to Grandma...
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posted by para-scence
Hollis was definitely a handful. But I loved her anyways. I never thought I'd have kids. At all. When I was younger, I'd always thought kids were annoying, gross, whiny, and a bunch of other non-enjoyable things. Sure, it was kind of annoying that I could barely get any sleep, but it wasn't Hollis' fault. She was just a baby. Even when I was sixteen and Desiree had been born, sure I thought she was cute. But I could've never seen myself having kids of my own.

Things have changed.

Hollis is now my whole world, along with Blake. Blake is everything and anything I could ask for in a husband. Hollis...
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posted by Skitty_Love
Celeste's POV

Huff... Huff... I think... I Mất tích her for good.. I sat exhausted on the fuchsia colored tình yêu ghế, chỗ ngồi in the living room. Thoughts raced through my mind that seemed like 800-mph! "Celeste? Honey, why do bạn look so pooped out?" I looked up, it was Aunt Natalie, with her mellow look. "Ah, yeah I.. Never-mind, i-its nothing!" She tilted her head, I guess I just made it thêm suspicious.. She came and sat down tiếp theo to me. "C'mon sweetie, bạn can tell auntie anything!" She petted my head gently. Aunt Natalie was always a lot nicer than my mother, shes never too hard on me, and she really...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

BAM!! I quickly shut the Chuyện thần tiên ở New York door to the wizard lair. My breath is running away from me as I did before. "Woah! Whas'up with you?" Not now Tyler!!! "Nothing! Absolutamente nada!" Did I just speak Spanish those two last words? "It seems like something is up. C'mon. Tell Tyler everything bạn know." Why is he trying to comfort me? I hug onto my month-older brother. "Well, I ran into a Witch in the for-" Tyler quickly pushes me very hard away from him. "YOU WHAT?!?" Do I have to repeat it? "I. Met. A. Witch. In. The. Woods." I think I clarified that enough! "I can't believe this!!...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Angel's POV

All of my life, it's been pretty much very normal. With school, home, and learning some new spells. As a wizard myself, we have to keep our gift, a secret. There's nothing worse than confronting a witch. Ohh...! Just thinking about those ogres gives me the chills! The magical setting in our family wizard lair is deep in a closet. To tell bạn the truth, it's rather large! If bạn open my closet door (which is the entrance to the wizard lair) it will just be a normal clothing closet. But if bạn cast a certain spell on it, the closet is now the wizard lair. My dad, Miguel is the full...
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posted by para-scence
I brought Hera and Desiree trang chủ the tiếp theo morning. Hera begged me not to tell Dad and Kara what really happened last night. For a moment, I considered just telling them the truth. At least they'd make sure it never happened again. But then I stopped. It was just one time, right?

"Only if bạn promise to never do it again," I warned. She nodded quickly.

"I won't. I promise."

"Fine," I sighed. "Besides, I'm not the one you'll need to convince to keep her mouth shut." Both of us turned to Desiree. She smiled evilly.

"Please, Dezzie. Don't say anything. I'll get bạn a My Little ngựa con, ngựa, pony if bạn do, ok?"...
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Regen wusch die Gräue von den Fenstern und ließ sie über den Asphalt ergießen.
Klamm schien die Luft, die unter der Last des Nebels unangenehm warm war, einem Nebel, der die Stadt in ein Gewirr von Spinnweben und Unkenntlichkeit hüllte.
All das, und ein fortwährendes leises Gemurmel füllten den Hintergrund des Geschehens.
Im Mittelpunkt saß ein Mann, gebeugt, mit dem Rücken zur Fensterseite gedreht, auf einem feuchten Holzstuhl und ergab sich seiner introspektiven Wahrnehmung.
Obwohl er seinen Blick nicht hob, schien es ihm, als beobachte er die Menschenmassen,...
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posted by para-scence
I ran down the pathway, my long blond ponytail whipping me in the face each time I checked to see how far I was ahead of Brandon. He was still far away, and Mommy and Daddy were even farther behind.

"Irina! Mommy and Daddy đã đưa ý kiến not to go too far!" Brandon complained. I stopped in my tracks, and groaned.

"We're not too far! I can still see 'em," I said. Brandon pouted, not satisfied. I sighed. "Fine. We'll wait for them." Finally, after waiting forever, Daddy and Mommy finally caught up to us. I ran up to them, and Dad put his arm on my shoulder. Brandon held Mommy's hand. Mommy smiled at the...
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posted by alexmswann
It was three o’clock on a Friday and the chuông, bell had finally rung for school to be out for the weekend. I hurriedly shoved my sách in my book bag and headed for the door ready to be out of school.
“Oh wait, Alisa could bạn come here for a quick second,” my English teacher, Mrs. Thompson asked. I turned around wishing I could be out this school. She was a very tall and light skinned lady, in her mid-thirties. She had long stringy black hair and big brown eyes. bạn would probably think she was a retired model. I quickly went to her bàn trying not to seem I was rushing her.
“Um I just wanted...
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posted by para-scence
The tiếp theo morning, despite being deprived of sleep, I was wide awake. Carmine was in the kitchen, Nikolai getting ready for work in his room. I frowned when I saw Carmine in his work uniform.

"I thought..." I began. He shook his head, his mouth full of cereal.

"I gotta work today. We'll go another ngày though, ok?" he said.

"When are bạn off...?" I asked.

"Next weekend," he answered. I groaned.

"Seriously?!"

"Sorry! bạn know, bạn could get a job too, y'know!" he shouted. I clamped my mouth shut. Carmine never yells at me. Ever. "Y'know, bạn complain about Nikolai all the time! You're just as bad!"...
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posted by para-scence
The tiếp theo week was spent somewhat like that first day. We went to the park almost everyday. It wasn't that bad actually. It was kind of funny to see Jezebel and and Aspen run around like psychos. I was actually starting to warm up to Scout as well. It was cool to just talk to someone my age that was a girl too. I never had the chance to do that at school hoặc home. I really like Aspen too. She's very mature for her age, when she wants to be. She has no problem goofing around like a little kid. She likes to talk about a bunch of things. I've become very close with her too.

Then soon came the Sunday...
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