reporter is a kind of journalist who reports the on going happenings around the world. he/she may also write for magazines, journals, and newspapers. this profession involves a lot of travelling hence the person must be young and enthusiastic.
potato
The reporter was dead. There have been hundreds of millions of deaths across the ages, but this one was peculiar. He lay at the bottom of Lake Michigan, graced with lichens and tied to a brick.
John Gugnir
a reporter has the inportant job of showing to the rest of the world stories that we are not aware of.
Diogo Pinto
It must really suck to be a reporter. I can’t imagine every wanting to be one. Or ever wanting to write about one, for that matter. I’m actually still trying to figure out what the point of this is. If we’re being made to write about something for an entire minute, shouldn’t it be something more interesting? Like, um, giraffes or something? Because giraffes are so much cooler than reporters.
Glaiza
I went to the scene. A brand new story had just erected. There was a murder on fifth street. Why are there so many murders around here? They’re always unsolved murders too… You’d think that’s a little creepy, wouldn’t you?
someone who reports news and other matters of interest to the public through means of various media like newspapers , etc. they can be subjective as well as matter of fact reports. they can be famous ones who are regular in certain publications or they can be freelancers who put forward their word on blogs or on social media platforms. they are immensly important to soceity in terms of spreading awareness among the general public
aayush gupta
I always wanted to be a reporter, to wear a cool hat with a press pass that would get me in anywhere, to have ink stained fingers and an incisive eye. I think I was ruined by seeing all the presidents men too young, wanted to take down the bad guys with the power of words alone.
The reporter sat in her gloomy office overlooking honking horns and hurried pedestrians. It had been ages since she had a real story, something other than the mundane hussle and bussle of ordinary people. As if a prayer had been answered, in walked a nervous but important looking young woman.
Maggie
they try to communicate a message. they usually try to be honest and impartial. sometimes they are but sometimes they are not. i think they wear glasses, most of them.
riaki
I was trained in college to be a reporter. Now, I am a bank teller and I report about my life in my own personal book of experiences. I cannot report in this town because there are not enough jobs or jobs that pay people to report, even if you have a bachelo’r’s degree. However, I would love to be a reporter in some far away land, like Egypt, or the Indies.
Katherine Atkins
Reporters make the lies seem so real. they turn everything upside down, the make someone so inncoent out to be such a bad person. The hide the truth under all their lies, and then wake up the next day to do it all over again. Just to get a little publicity. Well is it worth it? Did you get your story?
Kayla
When I thought about writing as a child, I remember wanting to be a reporter — someone who tracked down stories and shared them with the world. As I got older, I realized writing fiction was easier — no one would ever question a plausible fiction the way they do facts.
Liars who want to fictionalise all that they hear. Slander, misuse, abuse, composites of bullshit and despair. Despise the reporter. Despise akll he has ever cxlaimed himself to be. Hate. Reporter. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Don’t listen. Just do. What a reporter wouldn’t. Above all else…
Sinead
I was sitting in the blacked out van, looking into the shady looking damaged ranch. I peered into my eye-seers, and saw the exchange happening. Quickly, I snapped some photo’s with ease. I had to allow my lips to pull into a grin as I nibbled my lip. This will get me front page, finally I will get a raise.
Lady
me, my future aim, what my mom is, and what my entire family was. people who talk about everything that’s happening, mostly on the news. Often known for exaggeration and bullshitting
s.i
Not sure what to say about reporters. If there is truth to print and they do so truthfully, then that’s great. Too many are looking for the “big break” and might tend to embellish or stretch the truth a bit to get their 15 minutes of fame. It’s fun to solve a mystery, but don’t do so at the expense of others.
Deb
The zombie Apocalypse is going to happen it is not a joke. He got shot and still attackes the polose officer
Erika
reporters are good people. they help the public to stay informed about the current events. they have a very strong role to play. they can make or break a society. if they do a bad job, they can create restlessness in the society.
electric.smile
I work for the National Herald. I am a successful reporter. I’m sexy, well toned, with nearly flawless ivory skin that has cost me countless hundreds over the past years. I dress for success. I am desired by every man that walks by. I’m vain, yes, but I understand my potential.
reporters are people that go around picking up information to share with the world.I would like to be a reporter to be able to share my perspectives and insignhts on current events happening.This is a crucial task nowadays as media has severely distorted facts and transformed them into
rayana
I gather the news. I’m rather nosy. I tell people what they need to know to continue life as they know it. I comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable. I write.
Kris
And it’s perfectly fine by me if I sleep through the news and wake up to find reports surrounding me. They will be gone soon enough, and that reminder makes my rest peaceful. For when the updates are gone and the wind separates them all, the sound of nothing will fill my ears, and a smile will light up my lips.
The reporter watched in horror as the pinnacle of steel and shining glass toppled overhead, debris in large flaming chunks descending upon the packed metropolis. As the blue planes overhead screeched and hollered with their gunfire, the poor journalist could not keep calm on national television. Not like this. Her bosses were mad to send her into this war zone. Absolutely mad. And no bulletproof vest could save her here.
Belinda Roddie
So there once was a reporter. This reporter liked eggs, he really like his eggs. So one morning he got up out of bed and went to the diner to get some eggs. He also needed to go people watching. This is where is all started.
Krista
The reporter stuck the microphone in my face, “Do you have a comment?” he asked. I shoved it away, and ran. If I did he would be the last person I’d tell.
Sheila Good
a journalist is a reporter. somebody which see important things happening around the world and report them to the crowd. It is hard to do it because people don´t always want to see the reality they preferred distorted or b
lelahelle
ein mann der alles fotografiert, nervt, gute bilder, stellt viele fragen, anstrengend, muss immer am ball bleiben, manchmal unbequem, macht bock, cooler job, spannenede Le
John
We all want to be the reporter: the one who finds the big secret, or uncovers the new biggest story. We are so intrigued by the possible fame that could result from this, that we tend to overlook the story itself. Is that who you want to be? Is that you?
News shows coming in about showers in the hot Sahara. She wanted to become a vetrenarian but it turned out she was better at just writing about people. She saw a lot of the world that way too and it turned about that the world was a much different place from the way she’d imagined it as a girl.
Aaron
I was once a reporter. It was a long time ago, but I changed professions due to problems at work. You see, I worked for the Sunday Journal and my editor wanted me to do a piece on spaceships and giant cookies. That was where I had to draw the line.
Brianna
The reporter sat at his desk and pondered about how hot Harry Styles is, “Sexy…” He started to bite his lip. “Why cant I have him?” he thought. “He’s to busy with Louis. Hazza will never have time for me…”
Jordan
She didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She took this job because, quite frankly, it was the only shot she had at steady employment and at some point, that becomes more necessary than anything–including following dreams and crazy stuff like that.
Slynnberg
THe reporter looked around at the devistation after the blast, she didn’t know quite what to think, or where to turn first, she didn’t even know who was in charge here, all she could hear was the cries of people injured. Emotionallly and physically. She tried to pull herself together as she approached her first interviewee.
Amber
I dreamt of being a reporter until I became one. most of the time you can touch reality only through fiction.
corinnele
A man sits on the corner, his dog in his lap. They sit quietly next to his burned down house. Ashes everywhere. A reporter stands next to him, she speaks into a mike staring at the camera but coldly ignores the mans sorrow. The crying man stares disdainfully at her high heeled shoe.
Hayden
A reporter. Something that, I guess, is respected in all nations. It’s job. But behind that job is a human lresembling you and me. They travel. They write. The have their own opinions and beliefs that they incorporate within the limits of their jobs. Reporters are meant to report. No frills, no added details, but every one of them taints their work in their very own way. I applaud them, and strive to become one of them. Them. It sounds too general considering their writings are always so varied and original. I’ll say “individual”, instead. I strive to become my own individual, and learn to report what I see in MY words – just like the reporters. Good day.
Maja
i play my role, you play yours .. do you think we;ll make until the end.. like this..
we are strangers ..
you don;t actually care about my fake smiles.. i can see the cold glance of a reporter in your eyes..
will my story be your first-page article, or is this another wasted conversation … ?
let’s not hide anymore after those masks .. cut the crap and he honest!
just for a second, throw that professional look away ~ and be yourself in front of me.
reporter is a kind of journalist who reports the on going happenings around the world. he/she may also write for magazines, journals, and newspapers. this profession involves a lot of travelling hence the person must be young and enthusiastic.
The reporter was dead. There have been hundreds of millions of deaths across the ages, but this one was peculiar. He lay at the bottom of Lake Michigan, graced with lichens and tied to a brick.
a reporter has the inportant job of showing to the rest of the world stories that we are not aware of.
It must really suck to be a reporter. I can’t imagine every wanting to be one. Or ever wanting to write about one, for that matter. I’m actually still trying to figure out what the point of this is. If we’re being made to write about something for an entire minute, shouldn’t it be something more interesting? Like, um, giraffes or something? Because giraffes are so much cooler than reporters.
I went to the scene. A brand new story had just erected. There was a murder on fifth street. Why are there so many murders around here? They’re always unsolved murders too… You’d think that’s a little creepy, wouldn’t you?
I don’t know what to write about a reporter? I think i should probably write about…well this sucks.
someone who reports news and other matters of interest to the public through means of various media like newspapers , etc. they can be subjective as well as matter of fact reports. they can be famous ones who are regular in certain publications or they can be freelancers who put forward their word on blogs or on social media platforms. they are immensly important to soceity in terms of spreading awareness among the general public
I always wanted to be a reporter, to wear a cool hat with a press pass that would get me in anywhere, to have ink stained fingers and an incisive eye. I think I was ruined by seeing all the presidents men too young, wanted to take down the bad guys with the power of words alone.
The reporter sat in her gloomy office overlooking honking horns and hurried pedestrians. It had been ages since she had a real story, something other than the mundane hussle and bussle of ordinary people. As if a prayer had been answered, in walked a nervous but important looking young woman.
they try to communicate a message. they usually try to be honest and impartial. sometimes they are but sometimes they are not. i think they wear glasses, most of them.
I was trained in college to be a reporter. Now, I am a bank teller and I report about my life in my own personal book of experiences. I cannot report in this town because there are not enough jobs or jobs that pay people to report, even if you have a bachelo’r’s degree. However, I would love to be a reporter in some far away land, like Egypt, or the Indies.
Reporters make the lies seem so real. they turn everything upside down, the make someone so inncoent out to be such a bad person. The hide the truth under all their lies, and then wake up the next day to do it all over again. Just to get a little publicity. Well is it worth it? Did you get your story?
When I thought about writing as a child, I remember wanting to be a reporter — someone who tracked down stories and shared them with the world. As I got older, I realized writing fiction was easier — no one would ever question a plausible fiction the way they do facts.
Liars who want to fictionalise all that they hear. Slander, misuse, abuse, composites of bullshit and despair. Despise the reporter. Despise akll he has ever cxlaimed himself to be. Hate. Reporter. HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Don’t listen. Just do. What a reporter wouldn’t. Above all else…
I was sitting in the blacked out van, looking into the shady looking damaged ranch. I peered into my eye-seers, and saw the exchange happening. Quickly, I snapped some photo’s with ease. I had to allow my lips to pull into a grin as I nibbled my lip. This will get me front page, finally I will get a raise.
me, my future aim, what my mom is, and what my entire family was. people who talk about everything that’s happening, mostly on the news. Often known for exaggeration and bullshitting
Not sure what to say about reporters. If there is truth to print and they do so truthfully, then that’s great. Too many are looking for the “big break” and might tend to embellish or stretch the truth a bit to get their 15 minutes of fame. It’s fun to solve a mystery, but don’t do so at the expense of others.
The zombie Apocalypse is going to happen it is not a joke. He got shot and still attackes the polose officer
reporters are good people. they help the public to stay informed about the current events. they have a very strong role to play. they can make or break a society. if they do a bad job, they can create restlessness in the society.
I work for the National Herald. I am a successful reporter. I’m sexy, well toned, with nearly flawless ivory skin that has cost me countless hundreds over the past years. I dress for success. I am desired by every man that walks by. I’m vain, yes, but I understand my potential.
And yet I just got stood up.
reporters are people that go around picking up information to share with the world.I would like to be a reporter to be able to share my perspectives and insignhts on current events happening.This is a crucial task nowadays as media has severely distorted facts and transformed them into
I gather the news. I’m rather nosy. I tell people what they need to know to continue life as they know it. I comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable. I write.
And it’s perfectly fine by me if I sleep through the news and wake up to find reports surrounding me. They will be gone soon enough, and that reminder makes my rest peaceful. For when the updates are gone and the wind separates them all, the sound of nothing will fill my ears, and a smile will light up my lips.
“Just the facts ma’am. Just the facts.”
“Is there truly such a thing as a fact?” she asked, her eyebrow slightly raised.
“Clearly. Or I would not have a job,” the reporter mumbled, not amused at her attempts to avoid the discussion.
“I think that you’re wrong.”
“Is that a fact?”
“You tell me.”
“Now…on the night in question…what happened?”
“ That depends upon your perspective.”
He slammed down his crumpled notebook. “Listen we have to face the facts here,” he grumbled, his piercing gaze seering into her unflinching eyes.
“How can you ‘face” something that comes from within?”
He knew that it was going to be a long night.
The reporter watched in horror as the pinnacle of steel and shining glass toppled overhead, debris in large flaming chunks descending upon the packed metropolis. As the blue planes overhead screeched and hollered with their gunfire, the poor journalist could not keep calm on national television. Not like this. Her bosses were mad to send her into this war zone. Absolutely mad. And no bulletproof vest could save her here.
So there once was a reporter. This reporter liked eggs, he really like his eggs. So one morning he got up out of bed and went to the diner to get some eggs. He also needed to go people watching. This is where is all started.
The reporter stuck the microphone in my face, “Do you have a comment?” he asked. I shoved it away, and ran. If I did he would be the last person I’d tell.
a journalist is a reporter. somebody which see important things happening around the world and report them to the crowd. It is hard to do it because people don´t always want to see the reality they preferred distorted or b
ein mann der alles fotografiert, nervt, gute bilder, stellt viele fragen, anstrengend, muss immer am ball bleiben, manchmal unbequem, macht bock, cooler job, spannenede Le
We all want to be the reporter: the one who finds the big secret, or uncovers the new biggest story. We are so intrigued by the possible fame that could result from this, that we tend to overlook the story itself. Is that who you want to be? Is that you?
News shows coming in about showers in the hot Sahara. She wanted to become a vetrenarian but it turned out she was better at just writing about people. She saw a lot of the world that way too and it turned about that the world was a much different place from the way she’d imagined it as a girl.
I was once a reporter. It was a long time ago, but I changed professions due to problems at work. You see, I worked for the Sunday Journal and my editor wanted me to do a piece on spaceships and giant cookies. That was where I had to draw the line.
The reporter sat at his desk and pondered about how hot Harry Styles is, “Sexy…” He started to bite his lip. “Why cant I have him?” he thought. “He’s to busy with Louis. Hazza will never have time for me…”
She didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She took this job because, quite frankly, it was the only shot she had at steady employment and at some point, that becomes more necessary than anything–including following dreams and crazy stuff like that.
THe reporter looked around at the devistation after the blast, she didn’t know quite what to think, or where to turn first, she didn’t even know who was in charge here, all she could hear was the cries of people injured. Emotionallly and physically. She tried to pull herself together as she approached her first interviewee.
I dreamt of being a reporter until I became one. most of the time you can touch reality only through fiction.
A man sits on the corner, his dog in his lap. They sit quietly next to his burned down house. Ashes everywhere. A reporter stands next to him, she speaks into a mike staring at the camera but coldly ignores the mans sorrow. The crying man stares disdainfully at her high heeled shoe.
A reporter. Something that, I guess, is respected in all nations. It’s job. But behind that job is a human lresembling you and me. They travel. They write. The have their own opinions and beliefs that they incorporate within the limits of their jobs. Reporters are meant to report. No frills, no added details, but every one of them taints their work in their very own way. I applaud them, and strive to become one of them. Them. It sounds too general considering their writings are always so varied and original. I’ll say “individual”, instead. I strive to become my own individual, and learn to report what I see in MY words – just like the reporters. Good day.
i play my role, you play yours .. do you think we;ll make until the end.. like this..
we are strangers ..
you don;t actually care about my fake smiles.. i can see the cold glance of a reporter in your eyes..
will my story be your first-page article, or is this another wasted conversation … ?
let’s not hide anymore after those masks .. cut the crap and he honest!
just for a second, throw that professional look away ~ and be yourself in front of me.
….. what are you actually scared of?
reporter.