“Do you have anything to say about that.”
“No. Gosh no.” The waved them away with his hand then went back to rubbing his nose with it. He was obviously a business man; tall and successful, starched suite and all.
reporter report reporable reports. They report on things like news and newspapers and news like objects. These objects of course, aren’t living. But They could be. Reports to follow.
Allyson
A reporter is someone who investigates news stories and writes about them in a way that will inform and engage a target audience. Reporters can work for television stations, newspapers, magazines, internet news sites and all sorts of places.
emcintyre90
someone who gives us the news. they write in newspapers. they are pretty and know how to talk. they sometimes don’t tell the truth because they don’t have all the facts, but they still report what they can. they’re are many different types of reporters.
Sam
things are very strange here. you never know who is coming around the corner. the little girl said to me this morning, “why are we here? why am i not a giraffe?” i wan’t sure what to say to her, so i made the toast quietly and got her lunch assembled in the box. it was a short morning for sure. one never knows what the day will hold.
Colleen Thomas
They are always so annoying and they never stop bugging you and asking you questions, misrepresenting your thoughts and beliefs, twisting your words to match their purposes and desires and making you say what they want you to say. They are ruthless in their ways and if there is a price on your head they will stop at nothing to bring you down.
Israel Weiss
“Let’s hear about what happened this morning,” she said, turning on the tv. “I’m sure the reporters will have something good to say about the festivities.” He shook his head, pressed the button on the tv’s face, and said it wasn’t worth the time.
if a reporter were to ask me right now how I’m feeling….once that deep wave of sadness washed over and I could utter words of truth without drowning…I’d tell them that I will still let myself feel joy..and ask them to pass a life jacket…to keep me afloat until I can swim pain free someday…because I could sit here and drown with pain…or I could open my eyes and force myself to look at the sunset…while it’s still above the horizon…and hopefully the beauty of the sunset will be enough to keep me looking forward…
Anderson cooper. He has a talk show now and I don’t really watch him at all but I heard he had the toddlers and tiaras parents on the show once and he made them dress up in the outfits they gave their daughters. They all acted like arrogant idiots too. The end.
Sara
Ah reporter, something from the old times. Reporter when the important stuff was said and not hold back. Reporter has a voice but now it is mute. Poor creature from the depths. Poor ignorant society.
she wrote the woes of the world
calling it her own
her written word against those of the universe
she gives away secrets
the things we all hold most dear
just to get ahead
There was one day a thing called a reporter. It brought fresh news. Important news. Now he’s someone who talks about celebrities.
Pepas
There once was a man. He wrote for a newspaper in the early 1900’s. He was the one to witness the fire at the Triangle Shiretwaist Factory in new york citym, the famous one that marked just hhow awful the Progressive era was, especially for young women.
Katarina
Any time the news comes on, I always think about the reporter. I think about how they got their job, what kind of person they are, what they deal with on a day to day basis. If it’s a reporter that I especially hate, I usually criticize every single thing they say, because sometimes, reporters say some stupid shit. It amuses me, because they place themselves in front of an entire audience that covers the nation and make fools of themselves.
Mitch
its a person who says what he sees and you likes to be everywhere at the same time. A good reporter knows when to talk and when to be silent, he always finds the perfecting timing and the right words.
Natalia Gómez Garnica
I could only ask him one question. Who’s ever heard of that? A reporter only allowed to ask one question. And so I asked him, “Why can I only ask you one question?” Not such a great question, in retrospect.
A reporter often covers news stories for a tv news station or a newspaper. Often these people can be biased and even bothersome to people that they interview. They are only doing their jobs but it can be hazardass to people, such as when Princess Diana was killed running away from reporters. A reporter will often have cameramen with them and I picture them with a notepad and pen in their hands.
Rebecca
The reporter turned the corner, clutching her notebook and pencil. The back entrance was the only way to get in without having to shove through the mob of people trying to catch a glimpse of the hottest new boy band, one direction…
sophie
Mmmmm I think of crazy people with really strange and basically horrible jobs that just spread propoganda and stand in front of green screens instead of getting out in the field. They give people an excuse to be lazy and not get off their butts and find things out on their own.
The time and for this jerk to speak. For years, he’s been the eye and ears of the world. Giving his own opinion of words on paper. Some times not being quite fair in his opinion. Bit today was different. He has no choice but to be air. His life depends on it.
Tiffany
there he stood. alone. red tie neatly pressed against the horizontal lines of azure on his crisply ironed shirt. a camera and flood-lights positioned in front of him. a signal. a clear of the throat. a motion of three fingers. two fingers. red lights.
journalist, person who writes stories, war reporter, war photographer, james nachtwey, i want to be a war photographer or reporter, actually i want to be. uh something something. reporter, reporter, reporter, james nachtwey is amazing, his photography is so powerful. rachel mcadams.
Sarah
The reporter was the women who changed my life. She was the one who interviewed him, and made him seem so bad… But it was the exact opposite.
She was polished in the kind of way that made him want to unsteady her; to make her totter in those sensible heels; to take her hard and fast against the wall; to muss her sleek hair; to take his teeth and tear her crisp button-up all the way down.
One day she was sitting by a bus stop when she saw it happen. He took out a gun and he shot that man in the car. But she couldn’t say anything, since she didn’t really know what he looked like. She tried, but the police couldn’t find him. She decided this needed to stop, this kind of crime. So she picked up a pen and wrote.
Reporters follow stories through the most dangerous and awesome circumstances. Reporters put themselves on the line in order to reveal the truth in our everyday lives. The field of reported is all too often underrated and underestimated.
Goodie Cookie
reporters i respect them becuase they bring us everything from news to stories that are entertaining, i was kinda thinking about being a reporter when i was l
Jenna
The reporter coughed into his microphone, sending a questioning glance at his sound guy for confirmation. The sound guy gave a thumbs up, indicating his approval of the aforementioned cough. The camera guy felt little a left out.
Krospgnasker
Over the course of my entire life, I have only truly admired two women: one was dead, the other was fictional. Of course, they were Lois Lane and Nellie Bly. You probably know the first one, but the second is lesser known. They were famous female reporters, always looking for the next scoop. And I’m gonna be just like them.
Emily
if there is anything that can make me feel the sum of my parts– gangly limbs and bitten lips and a voice heard so infrequently, people think it the wind– it’s the disappointment you smear across your lips like red, red lipstick. it fills into the small wrinkles you’ve made for yourself from years of the same pinched expression. it is a warning sign. i don’t realize this until years later.
and i thought: none of this matters. i try on your lipstick, pout into the mirror and study the stranger looking back, (no, not a stranger; the same girl-child playing maturity on like an dress two sizes too big). mirrors are hard to shatter when you’re scared of getting hurt.
i rub the back of my hand over my lips until the swell. in my reflection, angry red streaks look like cage fight wounds.
The first time I met Doc McFee was when I was working as a reporter for the New York Times over in Salem, Massachusetts. He was an old friend of one of my colleagues, a great guy called Jim Wirth, and we’d always go out to bars after we’d finished work for the day.
Adam Work
Someone who tells their thoughts. report. Reminds me of the cops. I don’t know why. I would report someone if they were being mean. Reporter like a weather reporter. I think they talk weird. I don’t like the news. I would like to report for the news sometime.
caitlyn
The eager reporter watched willfully into the interrogation room. This was the young journalist’s first serious case, and he wasn’t taking it lightly.
A reporter is always hated. Why? Because they say and write the truth. Is it really so wrong to ‘report’ what you see and hear in an honest way? It dosen’t seem to be when it comes to the real world, but when it comes to reporters the world might as well be ending.
Kyra
You see them staring at you, waiting patiently for anything to write about; waiting patiently for anything you might do that isn’t ‘ordinary’. In fact their eyes are like sharks, coy and full of lies. They’d do anything to sell a story, since they learned how to sell their soul – naturally, it’s a talent they’ve picked up over time.
viixitv
They are the heroes that let us know the truth behind government lies and atrocities. They search out the stories of injustices that need to be told. Then they give us someone’s dirty underwear because they are desperate for us to watch the news.
The world is all about getting the attention of those who will listen. Even though sometimes life doesn’t work out the way we wish it did. Fame. Glory. Everything can be ruined because we want it all.
“Do you have anything to say about that.”
“No. Gosh no.” The waved them away with his hand then went back to rubbing his nose with it. He was obviously a business man; tall and successful, starched suite and all.
Tell everyone that I am in love.
Tell them that we don’t care what they say.
Tell them she’s got a dress that’s white as snow and a sixpence in her shoe.
Tell them exactly how much her eyes are shining.
reporter report reporable reports. They report on things like news and newspapers and news like objects. These objects of course, aren’t living. But They could be. Reports to follow.
A reporter is someone who investigates news stories and writes about them in a way that will inform and engage a target audience. Reporters can work for television stations, newspapers, magazines, internet news sites and all sorts of places.
someone who gives us the news. they write in newspapers. they are pretty and know how to talk. they sometimes don’t tell the truth because they don’t have all the facts, but they still report what they can. they’re are many different types of reporters.
things are very strange here. you never know who is coming around the corner. the little girl said to me this morning, “why are we here? why am i not a giraffe?” i wan’t sure what to say to her, so i made the toast quietly and got her lunch assembled in the box. it was a short morning for sure. one never knows what the day will hold.
They are always so annoying and they never stop bugging you and asking you questions, misrepresenting your thoughts and beliefs, twisting your words to match their purposes and desires and making you say what they want you to say. They are ruthless in their ways and if there is a price on your head they will stop at nothing to bring you down.
“Let’s hear about what happened this morning,” she said, turning on the tv. “I’m sure the reporters will have something good to say about the festivities.” He shook his head, pressed the button on the tv’s face, and said it wasn’t worth the time.
if a reporter were to ask me right now how I’m feeling….once that deep wave of sadness washed over and I could utter words of truth without drowning…I’d tell them that I will still let myself feel joy..and ask them to pass a life jacket…to keep me afloat until I can swim pain free someday…because I could sit here and drown with pain…or I could open my eyes and force myself to look at the sunset…while it’s still above the horizon…and hopefully the beauty of the sunset will be enough to keep me looking forward…
Anderson cooper. He has a talk show now and I don’t really watch him at all but I heard he had the toddlers and tiaras parents on the show once and he made them dress up in the outfits they gave their daughters. They all acted like arrogant idiots too. The end.
Ah reporter, something from the old times. Reporter when the important stuff was said and not hold back. Reporter has a voice but now it is mute. Poor creature from the depths. Poor ignorant society.
she wrote the woes of the world
calling it her own
her written word against those of the universe
she gives away secrets
the things we all hold most dear
just to get ahead
There was one day a thing called a reporter. It brought fresh news. Important news. Now he’s someone who talks about celebrities.
There once was a man. He wrote for a newspaper in the early 1900’s. He was the one to witness the fire at the Triangle Shiretwaist Factory in new york citym, the famous one that marked just hhow awful the Progressive era was, especially for young women.
Any time the news comes on, I always think about the reporter. I think about how they got their job, what kind of person they are, what they deal with on a day to day basis. If it’s a reporter that I especially hate, I usually criticize every single thing they say, because sometimes, reporters say some stupid shit. It amuses me, because they place themselves in front of an entire audience that covers the nation and make fools of themselves.
its a person who says what he sees and you likes to be everywhere at the same time. A good reporter knows when to talk and when to be silent, he always finds the perfecting timing and the right words.
I could only ask him one question. Who’s ever heard of that? A reporter only allowed to ask one question. And so I asked him, “Why can I only ask you one question?” Not such a great question, in retrospect.
A reporter often covers news stories for a tv news station or a newspaper. Often these people can be biased and even bothersome to people that they interview. They are only doing their jobs but it can be hazardass to people, such as when Princess Diana was killed running away from reporters. A reporter will often have cameramen with them and I picture them with a notepad and pen in their hands.
The reporter turned the corner, clutching her notebook and pencil. The back entrance was the only way to get in without having to shove through the mob of people trying to catch a glimpse of the hottest new boy band, one direction…
Mmmmm I think of crazy people with really strange and basically horrible jobs that just spread propoganda and stand in front of green screens instead of getting out in the field. They give people an excuse to be lazy and not get off their butts and find things out on their own.
The time and for this jerk to speak. For years, he’s been the eye and ears of the world. Giving his own opinion of words on paper. Some times not being quite fair in his opinion. Bit today was different. He has no choice but to be air. His life depends on it.
there he stood. alone. red tie neatly pressed against the horizontal lines of azure on his crisply ironed shirt. a camera and flood-lights positioned in front of him. a signal. a clear of the throat. a motion of three fingers. two fingers. red lights.
journalist, person who writes stories, war reporter, war photographer, james nachtwey, i want to be a war photographer or reporter, actually i want to be. uh something something. reporter, reporter, reporter, james nachtwey is amazing, his photography is so powerful. rachel mcadams.
The reporter was the women who changed my life. She was the one who interviewed him, and made him seem so bad… But it was the exact opposite.
She was polished in the kind of way that made him want to unsteady her; to make her totter in those sensible heels; to take her hard and fast against the wall; to muss her sleek hair; to take his teeth and tear her crisp button-up all the way down.
One day she was sitting by a bus stop when she saw it happen. He took out a gun and he shot that man in the car. But she couldn’t say anything, since she didn’t really know what he looked like. She tried, but the police couldn’t find him. She decided this needed to stop, this kind of crime. So she picked up a pen and wrote.
And that’s about the time he started to question the moral risks he had to take when it came to being a reporter.
Reporters follow stories through the most dangerous and awesome circumstances. Reporters put themselves on the line in order to reveal the truth in our everyday lives. The field of reported is all too often underrated and underestimated.
reporters i respect them becuase they bring us everything from news to stories that are entertaining, i was kinda thinking about being a reporter when i was l
The reporter coughed into his microphone, sending a questioning glance at his sound guy for confirmation. The sound guy gave a thumbs up, indicating his approval of the aforementioned cough. The camera guy felt little a left out.
Over the course of my entire life, I have only truly admired two women: one was dead, the other was fictional. Of course, they were Lois Lane and Nellie Bly. You probably know the first one, but the second is lesser known. They were famous female reporters, always looking for the next scoop. And I’m gonna be just like them.
if there is anything that can make me feel the sum of my parts– gangly limbs and bitten lips and a voice heard so infrequently, people think it the wind– it’s the disappointment you smear across your lips like red, red lipstick. it fills into the small wrinkles you’ve made for yourself from years of the same pinched expression. it is a warning sign. i don’t realize this until years later.
and i thought: none of this matters. i try on your lipstick, pout into the mirror and study the stranger looking back, (no, not a stranger; the same girl-child playing maturity on like an dress two sizes too big). mirrors are hard to shatter when you’re scared of getting hurt.
i rub the back of my hand over my lips until the swell. in my reflection, angry red streaks look like cage fight wounds.
they suit me better.
The first time I met Doc McFee was when I was working as a reporter for the New York Times over in Salem, Massachusetts. He was an old friend of one of my colleagues, a great guy called Jim Wirth, and we’d always go out to bars after we’d finished work for the day.
Someone who tells their thoughts. report. Reminds me of the cops. I don’t know why. I would report someone if they were being mean. Reporter like a weather reporter. I think they talk weird. I don’t like the news. I would like to report for the news sometime.
The eager reporter watched willfully into the interrogation room. This was the young journalist’s first serious case, and he wasn’t taking it lightly.
A reporter is always hated. Why? Because they say and write the truth. Is it really so wrong to ‘report’ what you see and hear in an honest way? It dosen’t seem to be when it comes to the real world, but when it comes to reporters the world might as well be ending.
You see them staring at you, waiting patiently for anything to write about; waiting patiently for anything you might do that isn’t ‘ordinary’. In fact their eyes are like sharks, coy and full of lies. They’d do anything to sell a story, since they learned how to sell their soul – naturally, it’s a talent they’ve picked up over time.
They are the heroes that let us know the truth behind government lies and atrocities. They search out the stories of injustices that need to be told. Then they give us someone’s dirty underwear because they are desperate for us to watch the news.
We used to sprawl out in my room, cutting up newspapers and gluing our own stories in.
The world is all about getting the attention of those who will listen. Even though sometimes life doesn’t work out the way we wish it did. Fame. Glory. Everything can be ruined because we want it all.