the man looked at his watch. he had been there for several hours. there was still no change. he was beginning to think that there was no chance of him getting a story from this. his information was unreliable, but for some profound reason he was drawn to this abandoned house, like a moth to a flickering candle. there had to be a story here. glancing at his watch again, even though he already knew the time down to the minute. he stood up from the dusty couch, and walked across the creaky floor to the front door.
he heard a creak. he froze. was he alone? he held his breath, terrified. another creak. he spun around, and something collided with his head. his vision blurred as he toppled to the ground. feet walked towards him, and the velvety cloud of darkness shrouded his vision. he did not dream.
I used to want to be a reporter. I mean, I thought it would be interesting. Relaying important information to the world. But I guess I was disillusioned when I started really listening to people’s opinions. What a bunch of assholes. I didn’t feel like putting up with so much shit. Maybe the reason I want to go into education is because I will be helping people and who can really find a problem with that?
as i got to the seen i could already see the disaster, although it wouln’t happen for for about another hour and a half, but when it did happen, i alone would be there to catch it.
i would like to be a reporter, i think it would be fun to report on things you love, you will get to write about things you are truly passonite about it would be more of a hobby then a job if you were interested in the topic, if i was a reporter on fitness or photography, i would be happy
Reporters are people that write for newspapers. They give general reports. Some are on the world, others fashion, and some even focus on business. They also run some risk on hot stories or leads.
Reporters are in many movies and cartoons such as megamind and cloudy with a chance of meatballs. In cloudy with a chance of meatballs a scientists falls in love with a starter reporter. In megamind the reporter falls in love with the villain
A reporter, that’s what you are.
You hear a story, you tell it word for word.
“Forget the truth, people like a thrill!”
–that’s your motto.
You smile the widest when eyes avert your way.
Nobody knows who you are in your own home.
What troubles of yours can we broadcast?
Oh, looks like you’ve finally come out of hiding.
Who are you? I couldn’t recognize you without the show.
Look, there are no cameras here.
Welcome to Reality.
reporter: a person who barges into other peoples lives for the fuck of it to get payed for selling there stories to news organizations. they then post it online and on TV so the person in question is humiliated publicly, then forced to commit suicide. TMZ Is the primary outlet for these types of people.
Bias. What we hear from a reporter might not be the truth, yet many people will accept it like gospel. This can be dangerous. Listen to ‘News of the World’ by The Jam, Weller has got the idea.
I wanted to be a reporter when I was young. Then, I realized with sadness that I lacked the most nessecary quallity….the ability to think objectivly..when it comes to people and their lives.
Today, I go to Africa. I am so excited to finally report what I want to report, to finally do what I want to do. I’ve worked my whole life for this. Nothing can stop me. I want to learn, to teach. To research and explain to the masses things that are actually important. This is real life work/
they are the emergency reporters news reporters anything reporters
they keep this world going but at the same time continually break it down, only want to say what you want to hear
but do we really want to hear what they have to say to us?
“the world is ending, people in africa are starving, mitt romney and other things”
we don’t have enough “just love your neighbor”
love your neighbor
because who knows how long you have left
I used to think I wanted to be a reporter. I declared a Print Journalism major, took my pre-rec classes, and languished. I hated it; I hated the meddling nature of media, I hated interviewing, and I had no interest in national events. I loved words and writing, so I changed majors. Now I’m in Linguistics and I study words, just the words, and love being free from reporting.
Reporters report things that happen your location.They can e very informative,and very helpful when you want to be updated on events happening in your town.
Reporters handle the news. Ron Burgundy is a reporter in San Francisco. He kicks ass with his trusty news team at his side. Ron Burgundy is king! Duh….
Reporter. Reporter Herald! It’s someone who writes for a newspaper. Someone who finds out the truth. Someone who investigates and writes it down. I am a reporter, telling the story of someone important. However, no ideas come to me, so I must write junk. Ideas, come! Encourage me to finish my ever-important story!
digging up facts in the trenches, fingers covered in ink and newsprint and coming up with stories and ideas while walking outside in the rain on a stormy day, head covered only by the newspaper that brings in money and livelihood. In the trenches everyday
That guy! He never shuts up. I answer….he asks….I answer. What does he think I’m made of anyway. I don’t have all the answers and every time he says something else I cringe. No more answer for you! And I drop the gun so I can wipe of the blood…..
A thing people are. A person that looks at stuff & tells others about it. A swindler or a charlatan who eats his own ideas like eyeballs in a field of eyeballs. There is nothing like a tiny sample of fruit witha wig on it. Nothing at all.
I never thought a reporter could be the cause of a society being fed 100 lies in 10 days from 1 tv set. A reporter could one day get really brave and expose all thrush they have but…..money makes their lies continue.
So to the blacklisted authors i tribute because they go against every “rule” saying to the “man” with a clenched fist around a pen, “I WILL REPORT WHAT I WANT”
Once a reporter asked a guy to write about a reporter that used to think a lot and was consumed by his work. The guy accepted and started to do it, but when he finally started, he decided not to do it.
The reporter knew something wasn’t right. He thought about it, scribbled notes, and said he was game; he wanted to telecast the truth. When the director said he was on air, he didn’t hesitate any longer. He exposed the bad plans of the president.
He stood in the middle of the square, too shocked to move when the bombs began falling. This wasn’t at all what he had expected, coming here in search of a story, something to report on.
A 50/50 chance you may like being around one in person, if you’re not important a chance of fame may seem imminent and appealing, if you are important, a reporter will seem like someone who will invade your privacy and disrupt your life
A reporter is actually something I want to grow up to be. So many people are unaware of the different struggling circumstances of several nations and communities that surround us. I have lived in the Philippines my whole life and witnessed the terrible poverty that plagued orphans and fragile families.
this would be a cool profession to have one day. actually, very ironic that this word actually came up as I am in line to see Anderson Cooper right now. I am very excited to see him in person and I hope they have a Q & A. That would be amazing. Thinking about getting to as him a question is amazing to me.
I wish I was a reporter. Actually, I wish I wanted to be a reporter. They seem to have the coolest jobs, reporting breaking news to the public, being the face of a story. But I’m far too scared to ever try and be a journalist. Because there’s so much pressure to be great at what you do.
one woman thought to herself about the rain. maybe it was because she’d never seen such rain before. maybe its because her job as a reporter makes her have to want to think about it. it could have been that the last time it rained this hard was when she lost the person closest to her. he left on a sunday. a rainy sinday
The television reporter thought thoroughly before making the decision whether or not to write the story. They held their pen between their fingers and tapped it, watching the clock tick tick tick. Finally, they decided.
I went slow as I watched a reporter open his mouth, rambling on about my views on this or that– I can’t be bothered with journalistic malice. I’m a business man, with a business to go about! I would shut him up but he lunges at me.
Ace Ventura, reporter of cheese, aces are places he kneeds with his need, he chucks up a berry and measures with pleasure, but can’t find his sherry and thus loses his treasure.
As a reporter, it was my job to make sure the truth was told and I wasn’t going to let anything come between me and the truth. I crouched behind the dumpster as I heard the door open. Quickly grabbing my voice recorder from the pocket of my jacket, I pushed the button to start recording and held my breath. I had no idea who had just come out the door, but I was going to record everything they said, regardless.
the man looked at his watch. he had been there for several hours. there was still no change. he was beginning to think that there was no chance of him getting a story from this. his information was unreliable, but for some profound reason he was drawn to this abandoned house, like a moth to a flickering candle. there had to be a story here. glancing at his watch again, even though he already knew the time down to the minute. he stood up from the dusty couch, and walked across the creaky floor to the front door.
he heard a creak. he froze. was he alone? he held his breath, terrified. another creak. he spun around, and something collided with his head. his vision blurred as he toppled to the ground. feet walked towards him, and the velvety cloud of darkness shrouded his vision. he did not dream.
I used to want to be a reporter. I mean, I thought it would be interesting. Relaying important information to the world. But I guess I was disillusioned when I started really listening to people’s opinions. What a bunch of assholes. I didn’t feel like putting up with so much shit. Maybe the reason I want to go into education is because I will be helping people and who can really find a problem with that?
as i got to the seen i could already see the disaster, although it wouln’t happen for for about another hour and a half, but when it did happen, i alone would be there to catch it.
A reporter. We rely on them for truth. But they just come out with lies… Society depends on them, we depend on society. Except society lies too.
i would like to be a reporter, i think it would be fun to report on things you love, you will get to write about things you are truly passonite about it would be more of a hobby then a job if you were interested in the topic, if i was a reporter on fitness or photography, i would be happy
Reporters are people that write for newspapers. They give general reports. Some are on the world, others fashion, and some even focus on business. They also run some risk on hot stories or leads.
business. fancy. mean. liar. newspaper. magazine. truth. reliable. needed. society. demands. news times. new york. LA. cities. life. fashion. news. tv. early morning. deppresing. shows. late night
Reporters are in many movies and cartoons such as megamind and cloudy with a chance of meatballs. In cloudy with a chance of meatballs a scientists falls in love with a starter reporter. In megamind the reporter falls in love with the villain
A reporter, that’s what you are.
You hear a story, you tell it word for word.
“Forget the truth, people like a thrill!”
–that’s your motto.
You smile the widest when eyes avert your way.
Nobody knows who you are in your own home.
What troubles of yours can we broadcast?
Oh, looks like you’ve finally come out of hiding.
Who are you? I couldn’t recognize you without the show.
Look, there are no cameras here.
Welcome to Reality.
reporter: a person who barges into other peoples lives for the fuck of it to get payed for selling there stories to news organizations. they then post it online and on TV so the person in question is humiliated publicly, then forced to commit suicide. TMZ Is the primary outlet for these types of people.
Bias. What we hear from a reporter might not be the truth, yet many people will accept it like gospel. This can be dangerous. Listen to ‘News of the World’ by The Jam, Weller has got the idea.
I wanted to be a reporter when I was young. Then, I realized with sadness that I lacked the most nessecary quallity….the ability to think objectivly..when it comes to people and their lives.
“Clearly, you are not understanding me. I said, ‘No. I did NOT sleep with anyone else.'”
The reporter flashed a picture.
“Except her.”
Today, I go to Africa. I am so excited to finally report what I want to report, to finally do what I want to do. I’ve worked my whole life for this. Nothing can stop me. I want to learn, to teach. To research and explain to the masses things that are actually important. This is real life work/
they are the emergency reporters news reporters anything reporters
they keep this world going but at the same time continually break it down, only want to say what you want to hear
but do we really want to hear what they have to say to us?
“the world is ending, people in africa are starving, mitt romney and other things”
we don’t have enough “just love your neighbor”
love your neighbor
because who knows how long you have left
I used to think I wanted to be a reporter. I declared a Print Journalism major, took my pre-rec classes, and languished. I hated it; I hated the meddling nature of media, I hated interviewing, and I had no interest in national events. I loved words and writing, so I changed majors. Now I’m in Linguistics and I study words, just the words, and love being free from reporting.
journalism is the best. dallas raines is sexy. peter jennings was awesome. i love watching his “through the year” segments. news is so much to handle.
I wanted to be a reporter once. very briefly. then I met a few in real life and decided they were kind of jerky.
Reporters report things that happen your location.They can e very informative,and very helpful when you want to be updated on events happening in your town.
People who go to great lengths to invade people’s privacy, so that they can be the one to inform the public about some “major” story.
Reporters handle the news. Ron Burgundy is a reporter in San Francisco. He kicks ass with his trusty news team at his side. Ron Burgundy is king! Duh….
Reporter. Reporter Herald! It’s someone who writes for a newspaper. Someone who finds out the truth. Someone who investigates and writes it down. I am a reporter, telling the story of someone important. However, no ideas come to me, so I must write junk. Ideas, come! Encourage me to finish my ever-important story!
digging up facts in the trenches, fingers covered in ink and newsprint and coming up with stories and ideas while walking outside in the rain on a stormy day, head covered only by the newspaper that brings in money and livelihood. In the trenches everyday
That guy! He never shuts up. I answer….he asks….I answer. What does he think I’m made of anyway. I don’t have all the answers and every time he says something else I cringe. No more answer for you! And I drop the gun so I can wipe of the blood…..
A thing people are. A person that looks at stuff & tells others about it. A swindler or a charlatan who eats his own ideas like eyeballs in a field of eyeballs. There is nothing like a tiny sample of fruit witha wig on it. Nothing at all.
I never thought a reporter could be the cause of a society being fed 100 lies in 10 days from 1 tv set. A reporter could one day get really brave and expose all thrush they have but…..money makes their lies continue.
So to the blacklisted authors i tribute because they go against every “rule” saying to the “man” with a clenched fist around a pen, “I WILL REPORT WHAT I WANT”
Once a reporter asked a guy to write about a reporter that used to think a lot and was consumed by his work. The guy accepted and started to do it, but when he finally started, he decided not to do it.
The reporter knew something wasn’t right. He thought about it, scribbled notes, and said he was game; he wanted to telecast the truth. When the director said he was on air, he didn’t hesitate any longer. He exposed the bad plans of the president.
He stood in the middle of the square, too shocked to move when the bombs began falling. This wasn’t at all what he had expected, coming here in search of a story, something to report on.
A 50/50 chance you may like being around one in person, if you’re not important a chance of fame may seem imminent and appealing, if you are important, a reporter will seem like someone who will invade your privacy and disrupt your life
Or so it may seem………….
they can help you too………….
I was watching the news and the Reporter said that we weren’t going to make it.
What did she mean?
Why wouldn’t we make it?
Are we all going to die?
But then I woke up.
And the Reporter was fake.
It was a dream.
So maybe we will make it?
A reporter is actually something I want to grow up to be. So many people are unaware of the different struggling circumstances of several nations and communities that surround us. I have lived in the Philippines my whole life and witnessed the terrible poverty that plagued orphans and fragile families.
this would be a cool profession to have one day. actually, very ironic that this word actually came up as I am in line to see Anderson Cooper right now. I am very excited to see him in person and I hope they have a Q & A. That would be amazing. Thinking about getting to as him a question is amazing to me.
The reporter for the local paper interviewed my neighbor. That is how I found out my neighbor had a problem with my choice of garden features.
I wish I was a reporter. Actually, I wish I wanted to be a reporter. They seem to have the coolest jobs, reporting breaking news to the public, being the face of a story. But I’m far too scared to ever try and be a journalist. Because there’s so much pressure to be great at what you do.
one woman thought to herself about the rain. maybe it was because she’d never seen such rain before. maybe its because her job as a reporter makes her have to want to think about it. it could have been that the last time it rained this hard was when she lost the person closest to her. he left on a sunday. a rainy sinday
The television reporter thought thoroughly before making the decision whether or not to write the story. They held their pen between their fingers and tapped it, watching the clock tick tick tick. Finally, they decided.
“I will write this story, I can do this.”
I went slow as I watched a reporter open his mouth, rambling on about my views on this or that– I can’t be bothered with journalistic malice. I’m a business man, with a business to go about! I would shut him up but he lunges at me.
We wrestle. I win.
Ace Ventura, reporter of cheese, aces are places he kneeds with his need, he chucks up a berry and measures with pleasure, but can’t find his sherry and thus loses his treasure.
As a reporter, it was my job to make sure the truth was told and I wasn’t going to let anything come between me and the truth. I crouched behind the dumpster as I heard the door open. Quickly grabbing my voice recorder from the pocket of my jacket, I pushed the button to start recording and held my breath. I had no idea who had just come out the door, but I was going to record everything they said, regardless.